This fanfic is for my dear friend ChibiGirlXD, who has recently moved. Thanks to my sis, tophwannabe for giving this a read-over for me.

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"Yes" was the answer Sho gave when he was approached by the producers of 'Tragic Marker', when they enquired if he would write a song for the movie. It was a dark film, they told him. It seemed to fit with his image as well, particularly with the image of the dark brooding B.J. in his black, ragged cloak. His fans would go crazy for it.

He was also only too pleased to get to go to the premiere – making contacts outside of the music industry could benefit him hugely, as his label had advised. If he managed to remain cool and mannerly, he might get a few famous faces to take part in his music videos – all to further his success in the industry. Hell, if he played it right, he could get Ruriko to sing with him – her fanbase was huge and if he could get those young teens to become his fans, his CD sales would sky-rocket. Hell, he might even get a part in a drama or a movie, and introduce his pretty-boy face to a wider audience.

So, to say he was a little peeved by the delay in the premiere was something of an understatement. What was the idea with having the party a week after the film had been released nationally? It went against the title of 'premiere' – French for 'first'. Sure, the nation was now wondering who the hell BJ was, and sales in theatres had been record-breaking. Sho didn't quite understand these attempts to keep the identity of the lead actor a secret. He was probably someone famous, Sho mused. But who? Probably an international star – it would be an explanation why critics in Korea and China were foaming at the mouth with excitement for the films release in their own countries, and why Asian film fans in the West were making guesses as to who could play the role of BJ (all thanks to illegally watching a poor quality version of the film online).

Needless to say, on the day of the party, Sho was dressed to the nines in all his visual kei glory. A long leather coat with dull silver studs adorned his frame. An open, slightly ruffled-collar shirt was only partially buttoned – the sight of his chest would have all the girls swooning, he smirked. As would the tight pair of dark jeans which stood out against the red lining of his leather coat. Stylish clunky boots completed his outfit – he was pleased to say the least. 'Haaah~ I'm so gorgeous right now! (Not that I'm anything else otherwise). Hmm... seducing all those actresses should be fun,' he smirked to himself. A slideshow of beautiful (big-breasted) actresses appeared in his mind. Man, he was pumped for this!

Shoko was dressed rather demurely. Sho was a little disappointed in the lack of cleavage, but conceeded that she was indeed looking well. The chocolate brown dress really was striking on her and created an enticing silhoutte.

Sho half listened to her as she explained the sequence of events, and who his agency hoped he would make acquaintances with. 'It would be nice to just go to a party and enjoy it,' he mused. 'But not in this business, I suppose.'

Shoko quit trying to explain to Sho his business for the evening as their car passed by a crowd of flashing lights and clamouring bodies of reporters and one or two fans (she knew the pretty lights would be too distracting for the limelight addict). 'Looks like this thing is huge,' Sho smirked. His ego doubled. 'And I'm a part of it.'

He produced his sexiest smile and sauntered down the walkway to the venue. Just before entering the doorway, he gave a wink to those behind him, leaving screaming women in his wake. A few seemed to be crying with joy at the sight of their idol, and waved their colourful pieces of cardboard declaring love for Sho all the more enthusiastically. It would be fair to say he felt like a god at that moment.

Just inside the entrance of the lavish and highly ornamented building, there was a flash of pink and artificially bright brown hair that caught Sho's attention. "No way-"

Turning a corner, Sho could plainly see the back of Kyoko. She hadn't spotted him yet. An evil smirk stretched across his face. 'A perfect opportunity...'

"Heeeh~ What's a boring girl like you doing in such a grand place?" He loved how her shoulders tensed at his voice. 'Heh, I am still important to her. Take that Tsuruga!'

She turned around with a thin mask of indifference, though the animosity beneath was palpable. "ShoTARO," she emphasised in her greeting. That pissed him off a little.

"What, are you part of the waiting staff here?" He sneered. "Perfect job for a plain person like you."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, as did those of the waitress standing behind him – she looked very much affronted. But Kyoko didn't have much attention to spare for the angry waitress when the bane of her existence was standing before her, mocking her and she had let three grudge demons escape – trying to calm the little spirits was tough enough without his presence.

"Excuse me," she said primly, with resentment seething in her tone. "I've to be going."

"Yeah, you might get docked pay if you don't show up on time for your job. Better be nice to me," he taunted.

Though invisible to Sho's eyes, he could feel the dark demons swirling about Kyoko. She started to say something, but ended up growling, her fingers holding her tongue. She turned on heel and marched off. He could just about make out the stifled mutterings of 'jerk-face' and 'scumbag'.

'Awww... And I thought I was going to get more fun out of her. Pfft! How disappointing. Still, there is the movie and party. And the actresses - plenty of entertainment for tonight.'

He sauntered off to find Shoko and their seats for the 7pm viewing of the wildly anticipated film.

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Sho could only curse Japan's high legal age to consume alcohol as he stuck to iced spring water and lemon. Around him, all the over-20s of the showbiz industry sipped on a variety of wines, whiskeys, brandies and cocktails, as he allowed his manager to cart him around the room to meet, greet and mingle with the other attendees.

Sho had to admit that he was impressed with the film – it truly was a hair-raising martial arts spectacle. Everyone was talking about it. Moreover, everyone was talking about the mysterious lead, Cain Heel. Everyone had left the viewing room with hair raised, adrenaline pumping in their systems and were praising the film. Such an evil aura! The blood drenched scenes were made all the more chilling with the superb lighting and camera work. The looks of terror on the faces of the victims had one on the edge of their seat, legs crossed lest one urinate in fear. On everyones' tongues was the question: who was the actor that played BJ? None could come up with any actor who had the looks and acting ability of the character. Kuon Hizuri, perhaps, when he was younger, but even then, he would have struggled with such a dark, sadistic role. A taller Jack Nicholson, maybe? Someone with a natural crazy look in their eyes... Simply put, everyone was puzzled and astounded.

Sho mentally scoffed as the women around him told ridiculous rumors of abuse on set by the actor and rumors of attempted and successful murders that surrounded the production of the film. But to save face and to garner interest from a petite yet busty Hana Kawaii, he pretended to act interested and shocked as he leaned in for more. The young woman blushed and averted her eyes momentarily before looking right at Sho.

'Got her,' he mentally congratulated himself.

But his bladder sent messages of discomfort to him. 'Hmm.. Well, they do say that absense makes the heart grow fonder.'

"Excuse me, ladies." Sho murmured as he backed out from the group and left his glass on the table. Even as he turned, he could hear the whispers and suppressed squeals surrounding his target. Sure, his departing sentence hadn't been all that original, but it seemed to have impressed the gaggle he left behind him.

It was actually a relief to get out of the noisy, crowded room for a moment to take a breather.

Sho headed to the quieter corridor where the toilets were located. He had just turned the corner when a sort of punky visual kei goddess came into sight. Sho was momentarily stunned. The outline of the black top gave more rounded emphasis to the petite chest, and the end of it hovered over the girl's belly button, where her hips began to circle out. Her equally short leather jacket did nothing to hide the tight grip of her leather pants around her slender hips. Sho could only swallow at the sight of her legs encased in the black leather and highheeled boots. The chains hanging around her hips made her look dangerous... despite them having only a decorative function.

'I think I have a new appreciation for legs...'

Her hair was a pale blonde with pink tips. Her lip-to-ear chain really surprised him. It really looked like a part of her – as if it was natural. But he wasn't just impressed by her attire – it was her attitude and confidence that oozed a cool and sexy appeal. Sho was enjoying it very much. No harm in chasing another girl – after all, it was never wise to put all the eggs in one basket (despite the fact he had done this with his career after leaving junior high solely to enter the music industry).

'Hmm, judging by style alone, she might be into rock and visual kei... Heh, she'll be easily impressed by me and my gorgeous visage.' Sho ran a hand through his hair as if to add more of a cool aura, and sauntered down the corridor. 'No harm in trying something new, different... and exciting.'

Approximately ten seconds after entering Sho's vision, the girl had turned to fully face Sho, heading the the opposite direction. Sho kept his eyes on her, waiting for her attention.

Her eyes met his and they noticably widened and she let her mouth open slightly, though no gasp escaped. 'Of course she recognised me,' he smirked. All girls reacted like that to him nowadays – with shock and awe, usually with a healthy helping of adoration and admiration.

Both had stopped walking now. Sho allowed his mouth to form a sexy smile as he graced the girl before him with his smouldering gaze.

"Hey. My name's Fuwa Sho. And you?" he asked. When it came to fans, Sho never really bothered with convoluted interaction – he only ever had to directly ask - one of the perks of being a popular and cool musician.

The girl's face had smoothed over once more and Sho was unable to detect any emotion, but for a strange look in her eyes. "Setsuka."

She made a move to keep walking, which slightly surprised Sho, but didn't dissuade his pursuit. "Set-su-ka," he sounded out, grabbing her attention. "Cute name. Makes me feel good."

Her eyes flinched up at his, coldly.

"Good to know we're already on a first name basis," he clarified his earlier statement and smirked as he stepped closer to her.

Normally, a girl would blush at her actions and his response in such a situation, but this girl was really apathetic. Sho was almost certain that he had detected a note of disgust in her eyes. But that was hardly likely... right?

"Hn. Well, I'm on a first name basis with everyone. It's how it is in England." She stated simply, with little emotion in her voice. It sounded like she didn't care.

'Wha-?! Is she a halfer?' Sho thought. 'At least a little travelled. Mmm... Sorta hot.'

"How about you and I hang out tonight?" He smirked in a manner he thought was charismatic. He openly let his eyes travel the woman's figure before fixing her face with a steamy and suggestive gaze.

Now it was Setsuka's turn to size him up. As she surveyed the visual kei star in front of her, there was little expression in her face... but for the taunt lines around her eyes that Sho managed to miss. She stared straight into Sho's face. 'Here it comes – she's gonna melt at my feet.'

"Pretentious. Not cool."

What?!

Setsuka wore a subtle sneer as she looked at his arms and legs. Her eyes rolled upwards. "Not strong."

Did she just criticise his perfect physique?!

She hit him with a bored stare. "Not interested."

What the hell?!

She stalked past the stunned musician. Sho watched Setsuka saunter down the corridor with growing appreciation for her figure – despite the fact her legs were covered it did little to conceal what lay beneath. 'She recognised me... but turned me down. And was so cold...' This fact didn't quite compute with Sho – usually girls were all over him, and if they weren't, they were at least enthusiastic, if not anxious, in their responses to him. 'And it's not like my charm was off tonight.'

He balled his fist. He released it. His bladder jabbed him for attention. He banged open the swing door of the mens' toilet and stood at the gleaming white urinal. It took a minute to undo his two belts, remove a chain snagged on his zip, and then to lower his silk boxers. He urinated to shut his bladder up before locking himself in a bathroom stall and checking his make up with a tiny pocket-mirror. He decided that with a new coat of make up he would apply a new coat of confidence and help him to forget no-tits Setsuka.

He had calmed down and his confidence was once more stable. He headed back to the dining hall for the producer's special announcement and dinner.

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Shoko had extracted Sho from a gaggle of actresses and models (his confidence, at full force, had been very seductive), and began dragging him towards their assigned seats. Everyone in the dining room began to settle into their own, awaiting speeches from the director, the producers and hopefully, the lead actor. A light excitement was pulsing through the room. There was a feeling in the air that something big was going to happen – the signs were evident. Many people were looking around them, whilst in conversation, and rather than sticking around for long conversations, everyone was flitting from group to group. Any unknown men were surrounded by the celebrities of the film industry as an interrogation was carried out to see if this person was the actor to play BJ.

Sho flopped down onto his seat. Some of his targets hadn't been as receptive to his flattery and charm as he had hoped (i.e. They had not fawned over him like they did for the Ren Tsuruga).

'Tsuruga...!' Sho snapped his head around to look at the room. Wasn't that LME president Lory Takarada over there? Surely someone as high ranking as Ren Tsuruga would be here as well. Try as he might, Sho couldn't see hide nor hair of the tall celebrity. 'Hn, he probably wasn't invited... heh, not like me,' Sho mentally congratulated himself in elevating further up in the world of show business.

He settle down into his chair once more. Undistracted and relaxed, his mind went from Tsuruga to Kyoko and her presence at the party. He honestly didn't expect to see her there. 'I haven't really thought about her much in the last couple of weeks... then again, I've been pretty busy,' he thought. 'Her hair has gotten a bit longer. I thought I saw a hint of her dark roots,' he half-snickered to herself. 'She's so unkempt...' He gave the room a lazy scan, looking for her in a waiting uniform. However, none of the staff had 'tea' hair – all of them had their natural hair colours from what Sho could see. 'Probably helping in the kitchen... doing the wash-up. Hah! Couldn't let a plain-Jane like her out to serve stars like me.'

His mind drifted for a while, until his eye caught Shoko waving at him. 'Time to get to work.' He gracefully rose out of his seat, as he walked over in a very relaxed manner to his manager. He and Shoko stood to the side of the stage as Producer Maegawa introduced him, and his music video. As claps greeted his words, Shoko pushed Sho towards the podium with the microphones.

"Good evening, everyone." Sho's radiant smile shone on all corners of the room. "I hope you all are enjoying this night as much as I am. I'd like to keep things short, but I have to say it was such an honour to be approached to create music for this thrilling film. I hope you enjoy the music video, and please take care of me. Thank you very much." Applause followed his words. He hopped off the stage with Shoko to their seats.

A few murmurs spread before a hush fell with the dimming light. On screen, a blaring light lit up the room before the heavy strums of a base guitar filled the room. Images alternated between Sho and his band singing, and clips from the movie. Sho was experiencing minor thrills (and anxieties) as the video progressed. As the pace of the song picked up, so too did the alternating of the images. Whispers arose as the guitar solo started and images of BJ with a woman in leather flashed between close ups of the BC Rich Warlock guitar that the guitarist was shredding.

'Hmm? Who is that girl?' Sho wondered. 'She wasn't in the movie...' Yet, with no image of her face, there was no real way to identify her.

The final parts of the video ended with Sho's fading voice. The lights reappeared, and hands smacked together in appreciation - a sound that Sho loved. He struggled to keep his smirk from growing too arrogant. He had a cool and indifferent image to uphold. 'Maybe now those women will pay more attention to me... my gift is irresistible, after all.'

"Thank you, everyone! I am glad you enjoyed this excellent song by Sho Fuwa!" The producer exclaimed. "Isn't he wonderful?" This was greeted by more applause. Sho felt great.

Sho struggled to keep boredom off his face as the director and producers began their speeches of gratitude and thanking the workers and supporters. It was time for Sho to be admired by all those actors and actresses! They should just hurry up-

"And now!" Producer Maegawa exclaimed excitedly. "To reveal to you, the secret identity of BJ!"

That statement had Sho and everyone else in the room sitting up wide awake. The identity of BJ...?! Murmurs spread quickly and rose in volume before the bespecaled producer put up his hand for silence.

"I really do believe many of you will be surprised. Even I was surprised by the level of acting of this actor – and the terror it evoked in me. He is truly one of the finest actors of this day and age. I believe it will not be long until his name is known worldwide!" The door of the dining room clunked open in the silent room. Heads turned to greet a figure in a trailing coat. "Everybody, please welcome Cain Heel!"

As Cain Heel and the woman beside him walked leisurely towards the stage, gasps and whispers erupted.

"Cain... Heel?"

"A foreigner? The name's not familiar..."

"So, he's not internationally known?"

"He dresses like that off screen?"

"Who's the woman with him?"

The last question was from Sho. Shoko shrugged. All eyes followed the pair. There seemed to be an aura of some sort surrounding the two. It was subtly threatening, yet there was no animosity hovering between the duo. Still... Sho suppressed a minor shiver as the pair passed right by his table. For a moment, he thought he felt the man flick a glance at him... His eyes then widened when he recognised that it was Setsuka walking alongside Cain Heel.

On stage, the man and the woman were standing in a very relaxed, almost offensive manner as they were greeted by the producer. Setsuka merely flashed the man a lazy peace sign. Sho watched Setsuka, enjoying the display of skin, trying to ignore the subtle sting of rejection he still felt after his encounter with her earlier. He turned his attention to her terrifying companion, Cain Heel. Even now, he wore a long jacket with ragged ends, and his hood was pulled up indoors, casting a shadow over the upper half of his face. He gave off a very threatening vibe in comparison to the woman who gave off a bored, indifferent one. It was an unsettling mix.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for Cain Heel and his sister, Setsu Heel!" Though hesitant at first, the clapping became thunderous.

'No way... she's his sister?!' Sho was dumbfounded. Shoko had to push his jaw up to stop the flies from getting in, and to maintain his cool image. Image was everything in this industry. He also tried not to compare himself to the brother – who was cool (more like terrifyingly cold), physically strong (the muscles were obvious even beneath the leather) and it was a bit of an understatement to say that he was interesting (all of Japan was abuzz about his identity).

Setsu Heel stepped up to the mike, with her brother standing on her left. "Brother would like to say thanks. He hopes you enjoyed the film... Yeah, he did do a good job, huh?"

The audience were a little taken aback. She spoke so informally and was really lacking in gratitude. Why was she smirking in such a derisive manner? Though Sho thought her actions were kind of hot...

Grinning (which only confused the attendees all the more), the producer stepped up once more to the microphone as Setsu and Cain stepped to the left. "Well, everyone, there you have it – BJ's identity! And if any of you were wondering who the girl in Sho Fuwa's music video was, it was Setsu Heel." Hesitant, polite applause followed.

Well, that was one mystery solved. 'So, she was the chick in it... How did she suddenly get a role in it? I didn't hear about this.' He now had another excuse to approach the petite blonde – Hana Kawaii could wait until he had conquered this challenge.

"I have another announcement - I haven't been entirely honest with you," Producer Maegawa started out. "Cain and Setsu Heel are aliases." Murmurs broke out once more. "We approached a very well known actor about this film. He was interested. But because of the volatile nature of the role, and quite frankly, to raise hype, it was decided that he should have another identity – a role within a role, if you will." Intrigue was building in the room. "To distance himself from his co-actors and create more credibility, the conception of his sister Setsu came about. She acted as interpreter for her brother, although he actually speaks perfect Japanese."

The mentality of the room said "what?" Even Sho was thinking it was an odd situation... 'Yeesh, who are these actors anyway? This situation is ridiculous!' Though he couldn't deny that they had achieved what they had set out to do.

"Are you guys ready?" The producer asked, looking back at the Heel siblings. Receiving nods, he continued. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, first of all, I'd like to introduce the actor of Cain Heel – REN TSURUGA!"

"Bravo!" came from Lory Takarada as the rest of the room stared on in disbelief.

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Well, what did you think? Any suggestions, comments, critiques and reviews are welcome.

I should have the next chapter up fairly soon.

Thanks for reading!