Confabulation. (A Skip Beat! Fanfic)

Seeing Kuon.

He had smiled at her and winked then. Kyoko thinking he had just been playing for her sake on her love of fairies, had thought nothing of it. But now she realised why he had said that. The stories of fairies had been her own, that stream and stream bank theirs, their own corner of their own fairy tale he had tried to bring to life in their home they now shared. It was from his own new fantasies and confabulation. Even though she would never remember when she accepted the fact, she did so then and there in her dreams. She accepted the fact she had found her fairy prince and her heart beat in symmetry with his. It promised her from its box she still held locked inside herself. No matter what she would never lose him again.

The next morning Kyoko awoke to birds chirping and happy singing coming from down stairs. She smelt cooking, though by the smell of it, it wasn't going very well. Turning over she realised it must be Kuon as she was alone in the bed. Quickly getting up, relieving and washing herself, she dressed and headed downstairs to find Kuon singing in the kitchen as he attempted (that being the only word Kyoko could use to describe the disaster area in front of her) to make what appeared to be breakfast.

She watched from the doorway. Kuon hadn't noticed her and he had the radio playing quietly. As the song changed, he began to sing along, his voice and passion slowly getting stronger. She watched in complete amazement as Kuon sang into the spatula like it was the greatest microphone and he was playing on stage for thousands of people. He danced and sang, this was a side of the man before her she had never seen. Not Ren, and not Corn. Maybe this was the real Kuon before her and as she watched him singing in English, she decided she liked him too.

Look into my eyes – you will see
What you mean to me.
Search your heart, search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more.

She watched as Kuon cracked a few eggs and dropped them into the heated frying pan. He had to fish out a few pieces of shell, but he was still singing and Kyoko was pleased to realise he had quite a nice voice.

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for.
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for.
You know it's true:
Everything I do, I do it for you.

She smiled as he flipped the bread, caught it and popped it in the toaster.

Look into your heart – you will find
There's nothin' there to hide.
Take me as I am, take my life.
I would give it all, I would sacrifice.

Reaching into the fridge he grabbed a pack of bacon and started frying that too in another frying pan as Kyoko wondered if he was ever going to turn the eggs that she could smell were already starting to overcook.

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more
You know it's true:
Everything I do, I do it for you, oh, yeah.

Finally getting back to the egg pan, Kuon started turning the eggs over. His passion for the song kicked in with the next verse as he sang into the eggy spatula,

There's no love like your love,
And no other could give more love.
There's nowhere unless you're there,
All the time, all the way, yeah.

Suddenly the music kicked in and Kyoko wanted to laugh as Kuon began playing air guitar, his eyes closed. Completely oblivious to her trying to contain her laughter, she watched him.

Look into your heart, baby...

Oh, you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for.
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more.

Yeah, I would fight for you, I'd lie for you,
Walk the wire for you, yeah, I'd die for you.

You know it's true:
Everything I do, oh, I do it for you.