Hi
This is a Skip Beat story rated 'T' for Teen. It could've been rated something lower, but I don t like, or really know what fits into the 'K' rating. So it s rated 'T' for this. FUCK. There.
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"Oh man!! This is bad this is really bad!" A short haired girl was loudly mumbling to her self as she burst through two big LME doors. "Tsuruga-san will kill me." Her eyes widened with fear at the thought of being given his 'special' smile. Her running pace quickened.
"Ah, Kyouko!"
"Kyouko-chan Welcome!"
The President of LME and a grey suited kind eyed man greeted the heavy breathing girl as she timidly entered the room.
"Hello President-san, Yashiro-san, Tsu-Tsuruga-s-san..." she managed to say, her eyes quivering, afraid to look at the statuesque man sitting across from the two older men in the room.
"Kyouko..." Yashiro smiled at her, "why don't you sit down?" Her eyes went to him and followed the point of his finger. They widened once again and she shook her head furiously.
"Mogami-san," At the mention of her name, she couldn't help but meet the gaze of the voice that mouthed it. A shiver went down her spine at the sound of this particular voice. "Won't you sit next to me?" His face wore the smile she feared the most. The smile that made her lose control over her actions making her only want to please him. The facade of a smile he gave when angered. She had to obey and quickly. With intense speed, she took the empty seat next to him.
"Ah, there- there you go." Yashiro gave a nervous chuckle at the situation and looked at Ren with furrowed eye-brows. 'He's most likely hurt she was reluctant to sit with him, but he didn't have to act like that.' He sighed and looked at the relaxed brightly smiling man next to him. "President, I believe we can begin."
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'She's three minutes late. Where is she? Did she run into that fool? ... Get into an accident hurrying to get here?'
"Ren!" The black haired man by staring out the window turned back to see his manager sheepishly eyeing him. "Ren, why don't you take a seat?"
The man by the window smiled. "Yashiro, you know as well as I do I've been sitting all day and will be sitting for quite a while longer today, don't you think I deserve to give my legs a nice stretch before they fall asleep?" Throwing his startled manager a smile, he turned his gaze back to the window.
Yashiro scoffed but before he could counter the words Ren had spoken everyone turned in the direction of the door as they heard screams increasing in volume approaching the room. Yashiro laughed and so did other third gentle man in the room.
"We should all take our seats then, so we can begin once she steps in." The President of LME, a regal looking man dressed in an outlandish Arabian outfit, stepped away from his desk and took a seat on one of the twin couches in his office. Yashiro followed suit sitting next to the gentleman. This left the tall dark-haired and handsome man to share a seat with himself. His eyes brightened as he took his seat.
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"S-so... I m working with Tsuruga-san?!" The girl looked at both men sitting across from her then finally the man sitting next to her. Her eyes were the perfect example of 'googley.' Ren looked a little stunned himself.
"President Takarada, I don't think she is ready." The girl's heart dropped along with her eyes, her hands clenched her skirt. She was not wearing her infamous "Love Me" outfit, for the purpose of this particular meeting.
'What is his problem?' Yashiro cast a quizzical look at the man responsible for making the former bright girl into the somber one she had now become. As he did so, Ren's face, for a moment, gave Kyouko a side glance and had a look that Yashiro was able to catch. He looked a little longer at Ren, who had now assumed the demeanor he had perfected; appearing aloof.
"My dear Kyouko, you and Ren were both requested by our Korean affiliate. You will be shooting the same brand but not posing together. You understand? Ren will represent the men's part of the brand and you the women's."
"Oh..." Uttered the girl still looking down.
The President smiled, "Yes. It's a Japanese brand a friend of mine wants to cross over to Korea. He wanted my recommendation. I gave the task to Sawara-san and he came up with Ren, and you Kyouko. Yashiro liked the idea when I approached him with it and he assured me Ren had room in his schedule."
"Oh!" Exclaimed a more enthused Kyouko. Her eyes had assumed their 'googley-ness' and she was off in a world of her own. 'Travel~!' She thought, 'Over seas... an over sea romance... My prince~ will see me in my photoshoot and whisk me away...'
"Kyouko-chan?" Yashiro and the other men where staring at the girl who's body was the only part of her present in the room. "... K-Kyouko-chan?" Yashiro tried again.
Kyouko was lost in dream land. 'Make-up~! Oh~ so lovely...' She let out a sigh, 'Takarada-san's friend? If he's anything like Takarada-san...' She clasped her hands together and her face took on a hopeful look. 'It'd be an exotic shoot! Maybe an Arabian Princess shoot,' Her minds eye envisioned her posing in many different glorious Arabian-esque garb, 'or Empress of Japan... or...'
"Mogami-san?" Kyouko was forced out her thoughts by the weight of a hand on her shoulder. She looked to her left and was no longer envisioning her fantasy but looking at Ren Tsuruga's eyes. The eyes many women loved and swooned over, the eyes crew members of 'Dark Moon' were slightly jealous she was so close with, the eyes that often gave her a scolding look when it seemed no one was around. This was the look those eyes were giving her now. "Mogami-san, the President was still explaining something. In showbiz, it's important to not space out when given a job. Details are everything."
"Now, Ren..." Chimed Yashiro trying to save Kyouko as well as stop Ren from getting farther and farther on the girl's bad side.
"It's ok Yashiro-san!" She turned to Ren, "you're right!" This took him aback. Her attentions were now on the President, determination written all over her face. "Takarada-san. I'm not sure how to pull of an English royalty, but I will do it!"
The men froze. All thinking the same thing, 'R-royalty?'
"Kyouko-"
"No, Takarada-san. I will make you proud! I will wear anything! Corsette! Tall wig! A mole! I can do it!"
"No, no Kyouko-chan... that's not at all what I-" The president tried correcting the girl, but to no avail. This time she was verbally expressing what was in her mind's eye.
"Of course, of course not! What am I thinking? A rags to riches!" The 'googley-eyes' returned. "I can see it now. A tall, handsome and evil landlord," she in-avertedly looked at Ren as she said this, "and a damsel in distress." By this time, she had stood up, acting out only what she was able to see. "In rags. The dirtiest..." She let out a sad sigh, but perked back up! "Aha! Of course. They'll have to put 'bad' make-up on me and then...," her eyes bulged, "my beautiful transformation will be that much better!" At this new idea, she squealed and froze in her thoughts.
The gentlemen continued their discussion.
"Yashiro, I trust that you will get them to the airport as soon as possible then?"
"B-But, President Takarada... she-" he hesitated as he looked nervously at the fantasy land Kyouko, "Is she really in the state to go?"
"I wouldn't worry about that," chimed Ren, "I'm sure once she discovers what the shoots about, she'll be alright. After all, we get to keep the clothes."
All of a sudden, all of Kyouko's weight was on Ren's body. The men were shocked. She was panting, her face red, and eyes swirling.
"We. Get . To . Keep .The . CLOTHES?!" She gasped deeply and fainted. before her body could drop Ren Tsuruga supported her back, guided her head onto his shoulder, and shifted her body so her feet were over his lap. He smiled a boyish smile.
"O...O-ok," The flamboyant president of LME was taken aback by Kyouko's fairyland overdose. Chuckling to himself, he sauntered to his desk and picked up the phone. "Hello? Why yes, yes it is. Yes," he smiled into the phone looking in the direction of his two favorite talents, "yes, quite perfect actually."
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'What am I going to do with this girl...' Ren Tsuruga let out a quiet sigh. 'She's so...' He smile crept on his lips but he quickly remembered where he was and looked up. His trusting manager was discussing plans with President Takarada, but Ren wasn't listening closely. He could feel Kyouko softly breathing on his neck, her breath sending shivers down his back making his neck hair stand. What was it about her? How was she able to arouse such, such, sensations from him? He mulled this over in his head taking in her strawberry scented hair. Working with so many actresses, acting in scenes that required pushing the envelope on how close he was with various actresses. After all, how had he reigned for so long, unopposed, as Japan's number one male actor?
He had never felt anything all those times. Acting next to some of the prettiest women in Japan; how had he never felt this way? How had they not extracted these feelings from him?
"OK. Oh-" Yashiro was now standing in front of Ren. "Haha, I see she's still out huhn?" His face was brimming with a knowing smile and Ren rolled his eyes at that. "Well I'll de-brief you two on the car ride to the airport. We have to leave now."
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I'm sorry The next one picks up, and should be slightly better. This started off as a one-shot buuuuut yeah
I hope you enjoyed it a little, but stay tuned for the next chapter coming up very soon.