Yes, this is another lemon fic. No, I don't own Skip!Beat, nor the characters in this fan fic. This is just for the viewing pleasure of fans and not for profit.
Ren Tsuruga was having a bad day.
One of many lately, but most were manageable, thanks to his good luck charm. Today had been a particularly rough day of filming. For this movie, he'd deliberately set himself at odds with the rest of the cast; it was a role within a role. He was Cain Heel, a foreign born actor brought in to play the villain, a killer named BJ. Truth be told, Cain was closer to who Ren used to be than he liked to admit and that made it harder to get back to the self he'd been cultivating since arriving on Japanese soil some five years ago. The scenes he'd had today and the reactions of the other actors hit him harder than normal but it was made worse when he'd left the set and found his good luck charm- the actress playing Cain's sister- gone! Sick to death that someone had taken her to get back at him, he'd called the agency, LME, but no one would talk to him about it, only giving him the run around until a condescending secretary's, "Not to worry, Mr. Tsuruga, she had a standing job and will be back tomorrow morning, in time for your filming."
Fuck!
That could only mean she was with that rat bastard and she didn't want Ren to know. Why else would they be so secretive? He stalked across their hotel room to the half empty glass he'd left on the table, cussed again and grabbed an equally half-empty bottle, taking a long swig. He wouldn't need this foul sedative, not if she were here. There was no manager to turn to, not for Cain Heel, just one sexy-as-hell little sister. Setsuka.
"Sweet, wet dreams, Big Brother," he laughed to himself and took another swig. Finding the bottle now empty, he rose and staggered toward the mini-fridge. It was near the area she cooked in, so he usually ignored it, but maybe it would have some of those little bottles?
"Score!" He cheered in English and proceeded to grab a handful before swaggering out to the balcony. Scotch, whiskey, sake, gin, rum, vodka- no, gotta avoid the vodka. Kicks like a fucking mule in the morning, he thought. Fucking, naïve girl! He'd tried to tow the straight and narrow around her, even within his character's wild ways. But without her?
He drank, lining up and knocking over his little soldiers as he sat outside, back against the cool, metal railing. Leather pants kept him from feeling the chill of the concrete but his unbuttoned shirt did nothing to keep him warm.
"Fuck it," he said, picking up the miniature vodka. Plink, plink, plink, they went. As he ran out of bottles, his vision blurred and he became a truly angry drunk. Why wouldn't they goddam tell him where she was?! Why hadn't she trusted him enough to tell him herself? Did she see him as a fucking monster?! That smarmy bastard could see her, could touch her, bastard could throw her away again?! Ren was the one who should be beside her, dammit! He was the one who loved her! Glass bottles broke under fists, one by one. Plink, smash! Plink, smash! He heard someone trying the door handle and stilled. Burglar? Hotels were rife with crime, but it was an unlucky burglar who came into his room tonight!
