Disclaimer: Kannazuki no Miko is not mine.

Rating: R. Very suggestive, but nothing terribly explicit.

Author's Note: :D

Brutually Honest Feedback: If you would be so kind.

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Desperate times called for desperate measures.

That's what Korona thought to herself as she threw her head back and unleashed a performance that would have done Meg Ryan proud.

Above her, the director's best friend's second cousin let out a gasping wheeze as his entire body tensed, his skinny hipbones digging painfully into her thighs. The aspiring pop idol let out a yelp which she disguised into something that hopefully sounded happier than she felt. The scratchy carpet of the recreation room chafed her ass unpleasantly.

Oh, who was she kidding?

Times had gone beyond desperate months ago and were steadily headed into the realm of just plain depressing.

She just didn't understand it. Here she was: charming. Chique. Beautiful as a goddess. Talented enough to have been the fifth goddamn Beatle. And yet those masses of simpletons were just too unschooled and outdated to appreciate the creative miracle that was her style.

So after eons of mediocre record sales and lukewarm reception, Korona was overjoyed to have been contacted to play in a movie. The screen adaptation of Reiko Ota's popular manga "My Bremen Love" was sure to be an international hit. And she, Korona, would be thrown into the front and center of the world's stage...

...as the girl who died within the first five minutes of the movie.

No. No, this was simply unacceptable.

Besides, it would really have been their loss. Korona's acting ability was rivaled only her singing ability, and her singing ability was very, very, very good. Not to mention she was the splitting image of the manga's lead protagonist.

All she had to do was convince the director of this.

A rough poke on her shoulder made her refocus on her pimply-faced companion, who was giving her a leering smile.

"That was great babe," he said. "Wanna go again?"

Korona stared at him in disbelief. "Again?" she repeated, craning her neck to glance at the grandfather clock at the corner of the room. "It's three o' clock in the morning ya lunatic."

The man looked distinctly put off. "I thought you said you could party like a rockstar."

Korona opened her mouth for a retort but quickly shut it again as she remembered that he was her one way ticket to fame.

Well, provided that he remembers to tell his cousin to talk to the director.

The pop idol forced a smile onto her face, and batted her eyelashes a few times for good measure. "Oh I can definitely party all night long," she said, a bit defensively, and was surprised when she felt his weight leave her body. "Hey, I thought-"

Her question was cut short by the sight of his grinning, upside-down face hovering over her. "Don't worry babe. I just wanna try something a lil different." Her stomach turned as he lowered himself onto her. "Open up beautiful..."

The door of the recreation room opened with a tiny squeak.

Two heads simultaneously turned in one direction.

A bespectacled woman with a sketchbook stared at them impassively as the door closed with a click. Her head tilted one way as she took in Korona's face. Then the other as she took in his.

"Truly desperate."