The Actress & The Imōuto
Chapter 1
Prologue:
It was the strangest thing, the way Setsu was acting. She seemed a little more withdrawn and nervous. To top it all off, she had pulled out some of the clothing he bought for her that was far less revealing than normal. Not that he was complaining. He actually liked that she was behaving a little more modest lately, that's why he had bought those for her in the first place. What had she decided on? Well, most importantly, she was actually wearing undergarments. That was a first. She was also wearing the leather pants he bought her, sensible boots and the long-sleeved red peasant blouse he had always wanted to see on her.
Come to think of it, something was very off. She smelled far more enticing that he ever remembered. Her walk was drawing his eyes to her ass and his mouth was watering every time her breasts rose when she breathed. Her neck looked like it could definitely use his mouth on it and so did her lips.
Cain shook away the incestuous thoughts that had only just begun to plague him for the past week. Yes, he and Setsu had been close, but not that kind of close. Why would today be any different? He stared into those beautiful silver eyes that they shared, courtesy of their mother, and froze. Contact lenses?
He pulled her close to him and placed his large hand gently behind her neck. He could feel a slight shiver. Good you should be nervous, little girl. He smirked. He leaned in very closely, almost too close for her comfort, and breathed the words on her lips. "Who are you?"
This was new. Ren was completely perplexed. This was the most relaxed he had ever seen Kyoko around him. He wondered if the filming for her new movie was what prompted her to get extensions and wear more revealing clothing. Not that he was complaining. She actually looked very stylish with her hair spun up in a twist, her makeup done to perfection, high heals, wispy, black silk blouse and a deliciously tight, short mini-skirt. Okay maybe he could do without the mini, but he had to admit she looked pretty delectable like that.
What had actually stunned him hadn't been her new fashion sense, but her natural feline gait, and her completely laid back, relaxed attitude for the past week. No, what truly stunned him was, that she was noticing the advances of other males and turning them down with obvious intent. The way she had adeptly manipulated her ex childhood friend, was nothing short of awe inspiring. She had actually gotten Sho to admit and apologize to everything he ever did to her, with honesty. Kuon almost felt sorry for the guy when she told him to take a hike. Almost.
No, no that really wasn't what surprised him either. What truly surprised him was that Kuon was openly flirting with her and she was flirting back. This couldn't possibly be the demure, modest, shy girl Kyoko Mogami that they all knew and loved. He stood closer to her and noticed the little things. First he noticed that her raven hair was dyed back to its original color. Wait, why does it look like her roots are almost platinum blonde? Kyoko was never a blonde without a wig. He thought to himself as her barely noticeable roots, called out to him like precious little diamonds. Once he noticed the roots, his attention was drawn to the fact that she was not wearing extensions. No, that waist length hair was all hers. Something is very wrong, hair doesn't grow that fast.
Her smell was different. Was she wearing a new perfume? Her sent was sensual, and not the calming scent of his Kyoko-chan. This was something a little more mind-melting. If one could bottle sensual and sell it, it would smell like her. It was a scent he couldn't put a finger on or describe with so many words.
He had fully intended to ask her out today, but as he stood before her and stared into the beautiful pools of molten gold that he had drowned in so many times before their little falling out, he froze. She's wearing color contacts? Did she wear contacts? He knew he did and the reasons why, but why would Kyoko wear color contacts of the same color her eyes were? There could only be one reason.
Kuon narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar female and grabbed her hand so she couldn't walk away from him. "Who are you?" Yes, that was the question. Just exactly who was this Kyoko fake?
Setsuka's eyes went wide and she regained her composure. She smiled mischievously. "Nii-san, stop playing around or I won't be able to make your dinner." She lightly pushed him away, turned back to the kitchenette and resumed cooking. There was another detail. How could she improve so dramatically with her cooking in a week? This little female made it so that he actually wanted to eat. Not that he didn't like Setsuka's cooking, but she just never made him enough.
This form of Setsuka fed him well and seemed excited when he asked for more, instead of telling him that he needed to eat less and watch what he ate if he wanted to keep his lean figure. No, this one made sure that he was completely sated and had even suggested an evening walk around the park afterwards.
Kyoko reached up and pulled Kuon to her by his neck, so that her lips were dangerously close to his sensitive neck and ear. He could feel her hot breath on him and he shivered, sufficiently distracted. The mere thought of Kyoko doing something like this was reaping havoc in his male mind. "How about we do something together tonight..." She breathed out and his mind clouded even more, savoring the minty warmth on his ear. "Maybe dinner?" She smiled mischievously.
The Emperor came out. He couldn't resist. How could he resist? It seemed as though the girl that he had been interested in for more than the past year and a little of their childhood was asking him out. He moved in a little closer and all of the doubts he had about her identity, just flew to the back of his mind and settled there for later inspection. "Dinner? Maybe something after?" He asked suggestively. He wasn't quite sure what "the after" would entail, but whatever it was, would be memorable.
"Mmm, what should I wear?" She murmured with a shiver as his hand gently caressed up and down her arm.
The thought of nothing, briefly crossed his mind. He smiled lustily. "What you're wearing now is fine." He murmured into her ear then slowly pulled away.
She looked up at him and smirked sexily. "Pick me up at seven." It almost seemed as though she was going to kiss him and he leaned in as she playfully pulled away and winked at him. She wagged her finger at him and called him a naughty boy before walking to her next job.
Kuon groaned audibly. A public first for him. This little vixen was not Kyoko and he would find out tonight exactly who she was. Yes, that's the reason he reacted the way he did, out of pure curiosity. Nothing more. Definitely nothing more than that.
