Disclaimer: I do not own SkipBeat! or "Save the Last Dance" by Michael Buble.

So here it is, the end of my 20 song shuffle! I just want to show my appreciation to everyone that read, reviewed, put my story on alert, and favourited me or my story (or both!)! It's great to know that I've written something that you guys have enjoyed, but like all good things, eventually they come to an end. But I end on a fluffy note with my favourite couple, enjoy!


Oh I know that the music's fine
Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

He took a sip of wine and looked over at the ginger-haired actress who was laughing happily with Takarada Lory and Ogata Hiroaki.

The success of another drama. Kyoko had definitely become the envy of all the other actresses of the industry and the most desirable woman to all the actors. He watched as young men approached her and asked her for a dance. She dazzled them with a smile before accepting their offer and following them onto the dance floor.

The band started with a soft and slow tune. Kyoko danced with elegance and grace; a beautiful smile adorned her face and a blush tickled her cheeks. The man seemed to stumble slightly, most probably overwhelmed by her – it was hard to not be. Kyoko took the lead and continued the conversation with the nervous man.

Ren laughed under his breath; swirling the wine he took a sip, his eyes never left the couple. Kyoko looked radiant in an emerald green dress; he always did enjoy how the sparkling color glowed against her skin and contrasted with her ginger hair.

The music ended and Kyoko threw the young man an angelic smile. A man announced that the band would play one more song before the end of the party. Her golden eyes sought his dark brown ones. It was as if everyone in the room sensed the change in the atmosphere; everything was silent. For now, they were the only two in the room and the band was going to play a song, it might not have been their song, but it was the last song of the night and it could become their song.

The crowd separated – leading him right towards her. She could enjoy the night as much as she wanted, grace everyone with her smile and dazzle them with her charm; but now, was his time with her.

Ren approached the two and smiled at the young man. His overall appearance was one of civility, but the man knew, even before Ren approached them, that he needed to get away. Bowing politely, the man stuttered an apology and scurried through the crowd. Kyoko watched him leave with a smile playing on her lips.

"You didn't need to give him a heart attack," she said, without turning around.

Ren smiled and took her hand; pulling her in towards him, the band played their last song.

"I didn't even say anything," Ren rolled his eyes.

Kyoko laughed – the kind that started from the depths of her stomach and rolled through her body. He felt her body vibrate; he enjoyed feeling her laughing.

They glided, hand-in-hand, across the dance floor. Struck in awe of their poise, the rest of the party swarmed around them and watched. Ren moved his hand from the side of her waist to around her back, pulling her closer to him. Kyoko blushed profusely at the attention. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating through his tuxedo. The familiar smell of mint and pine engulfed her senses; she looked up at her companion and smiled. Taking her hand off his shoulder, she ran it through his thick dark locks.

"You have some whites in there now Tsuruga-san," she giggled.

Ren grimaced at the formality she had used long ago. "Well how old are you now, Mogami-san?" He retorted with a smirk.

Kyoko hit his chest playfully. "I'm sure a gentleman such as yourself knows not to ask a lady her age." She lay head on his chest and took a deep breath in; he rested his head in her silky locks and closed his eyes. They were in their own world now.

"I love you, Kyoko."

"At least I didn't have to hear it in the guise of a chicken this time," Kyoko joked.

Ren's eyes darkened as he remembered all the embarrassing things he had told her while she was dressed as Bo.

"That was quite unfair of you," Ren replied.

"Well how was I to know that my dear sempai was speaking so affectionately about his kouhai?" Kyoko couldn't hold the laughter in anymore.

Ren tightened his grip on her hand and around her waist and looked into her golden eyes. "Let me enjoy my dance," he demanded.

Kyoko smiled softly; a pink hue graced her cheeks. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than feeling her laugh, it was the warmth her smile brought to him. He couldn't compare the feeling to anything else – from the moment he'd seen her for who she really was, until now, after being married to her for 30 years, she still evoked the same feeling. She made the world disappear, she made him feel as though there wasn't anywhere else in she'd rather be than with him.

"You have all my last dances," Kyoko whispered into his chest.