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Dust filtered across the gravel pit. Light, harsh and unforgiving, casted a haunting glow on the nightscape. Wild dark hair, black as pitch, soft as silk, shimmered in the dull silver illumination cast by the round orb of the havens. A chilling yet gentile smile graced ruby lips on a plaid mask of reverence. High sharp cheek bones and a sleek button nose hide the deep golden depths of her eyes that held true unstaunched malicious glee as the monster, killer, she devil, glazed over an escarpment upon the village. Quit cute it was with flowers under every window, coble stone paths, white washed walls and the large central market, but now?

Now it was glorious, crimson and sapphire raced up those pristine wall devouring the giant buds in those boxes, feasting upon the still boiling remains, of what was once the joyous, laughing and unencumbered people of this once, but never more happy town…. "Aaaand cut!"

"Thank you for your hard work!" this bubbly, preppy voice belonged to a rather strange young woman. With waist length black hair that normally was worn in a casual if not a bit sloppy pony tail, was at the moment teased and matted yet still, against all odds was flowing gracefully down her back. After five years in show business she had accumulated quit a lot of fame, in fact she was the most wanted female artist in japan, yet she was the only one that didn't know that. The 20 year old college student bowed to the crew of her latest drama.

"Kyoko-chan!" yelled the director as he moseyed her way. "Good work today" grinning as he said that and throwing his arm around her, the tall green eyed black haired man pulled her closer and leaned against the slightly smaller woman. "Now to celebrate! How about we go down to this sweet little joint I know of, wouldn't that be nice, you, me…."

"….and everyone else, cast and crew, right director?" Though it was not uncommon for him to be interrupted, it happened every time, he frowned in irritation at being ignored. The surrounding people had to cover their smiles and there must be a cold going around if all the coughing was anything to go by.

"But Kyoko we never spend any time together!" She slipped out from under his arm cringing at his wining voice. "But director we just spent eight hours together" and with this and a perfect interpretation of Tsuruga Ren's gentlemen's smile, she glided off set and towards her dressing room, All the while knowing that the director's frown was trying to overpower her smile.

On the other side of the country there lies a beach, but not just any beach. Oh no, this one swelled with the sounds of the waves or was it the sounds, yells, of the screaming crowd? Who would have would have thought that one man could bring so many people to one place? To this rocky, cold, desolate, middle of know where beach? Was it his good looks, his height, his charm and charisma or maybe just maybe it was…

Hormones.

Yep defiantly hormones.

Seated on one of the large boulders that covered most of the ocean side, reclining as though he didn't hear the crazed mass of female that stressed against the wall of bodyguards, was the man whose name they were scramming. Tsuruga Ren, japans most wanted bachelor. And he really didn't hear them, nor did he see them. He was actually, truly, and most in doubly asleep.

Yes he was sleeping, while everyone else was seating, sweltering, and on the edge of collapses, there he was enjoying the sun, and the heat, and had been dreaming of bright golden eye's and waist length hair. However director Ogata was not so unconcerned, he was the one in charge of the shout and having the lead actor get heatstroke was not the brilliant start to he wanted, and so he flitted back and forth around Ren's rock and mumbled about waking the famous actor and if he should call someone, maybe a doctor? After all who in their right mind would be smiling in this oppressive heat? It had been over two hours and he had not woken up, never mind that they could not start shouting till the fans left since they were too loud and in the way of the shot. Yashiro, Ren's fan girl of a manger watched on in amusement. Thou not well known, Ren's love for the outdoors matched his love for a certain black haired woman and acting. For most people going to location shots where annoying at best, but to him they were a kind of holiday. Not that anyone knew that and his strange behavior that only now made an appearance was making not only the director and many other members of the crew nervous.

"Ren!" he called out "if you're going to sleep, at least get into the shade. Your making use all hotter like that." A drowsy, half asleep actor nodded and hopped down in so graceful a manner that it looked like he just stepped off a curb, not off a twelve foot boulder! How did he even get up there in the first place? Ho well, at least Ogata stopped pacing. Everyone, fan included looked in astonishment at the six foot eight man as he strode over to the only tree in the area and laid down like he had no care in the world and promptly went back to sleep. Yashiro shook his head in surrender, the tree only gave off enough shade to cover his head and shoulders, never mind the rest of him.

Indubitably this will be on the front page tomorrow, oh well, time to call the president. Maybe he knows why every time it gets hot his mood gets better. On second thought, maybe not, he would just make something up like last time. After all who would leave Hollywood and nearly successful acting career there to move to a small country like japan, change his name and start all over again! Yes it's better not to trust the president, he never tells the truth about his talents, even if the person asking is there manager.

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