Kyoko grimaced. Her eyes trailed up and down the object of her discontent in a matter of nanoseconds. Really, how could it take any longer than that? She knew that she wasn't there to play. That she was there to support her "Nii-san" in whatever way possible. Primarily when it came to food, she told herself. Kyoko was prepared and she knew all of that. It had taken a few reminders, but she had adjusted to the way Setsu did or didn't dress. This, however, was another matter entirely and she eyed the skimpy outfit with much trepidation. True, she could probably just wear whatever Setsu normally wore…but they were in Guam…near the beach…in very luscious tropical weather. No matter what Kyoko tried to tell herself, she just couldn't get past the feeling that Setsu would take advantage of the situation to show off a bit more, if not for her nii-san, than to at least get him jealous of all the attention she was getting. Her mind travelled back to the night she had marked him. How she had imagined him gaining experience through numerous lovers. Would it be so bad to gain some leverage in their relationship, even if she could only ever hope to do so as Setsu….

Her eyes wandered over the articles before her. Technically, the fabric would be covering just as much as normal…technically. Her swimsuit that would be underneath was a deep red consisting of two triangle pieces of fabric with strings reaching up over the chest and crossing at her collarbone and attaching around her neck while the bottom strings of her top reached up to tie to the top string in a racer back style. Her bottom was of the same color, also tied simply by some string. Now Kyoko wouldn't really mind any of this, if she had something appropriate to wear over it…but Setsu's version of appropriate was quite different. In a similar style, Kyoko began to wrap the (for lack of a better word) black scarf around herself, starting from the back and bringing it around to cover her chest and crossing it like her bathing suit over her collarbone and finally tying it up in the back of her neck. Kyoko looked down and sighed, the sheer fabric might have covered more, but it did nothing to hide what was underneath. Her eyes glanced over the short blue jean cutoffs….at least it was better than the top.

Setsu finished by tying her hair up messily with a bit of string, as she slipped her sandaled heels on, the gold anklet and belly chain glistening under the sun. She glanced around deciding the best path. She was supposed to meet Cain on set, enforcing the idea that she had been away in England while she had been gone. Luckily they were filming in a pretty open and known location and she made it to the set with little difficulty.

Making eye contact with the staff as they acknowledge her presence, Setsu stared at one of the crew members with her most deadpan expression, causing him to blush under her gaze.

"I-If you want to know where Heel-san is, he's over there," he pointed toward one of the many trailers, "having his makeup done. H-He should be finished soon."

The poor man tried to advert his eyes, tried to look anywhere other than on the sex-personified girl in front of him. They knew what Cain would do if he caught them staring, but for the life of him, he couldn't help glancing down at that very see through top. He gulped as he realized her expression turned to one of annoyance.

Setsu trailed her fingers along the side of his jaw and slowly made her way down his neck before she leaned in to whisper, "I catch you staring again, I guarantee Nii-san is going to be a lot scarier than I am right now. Yes?" The crewman nodded mutely as he stumbled to get away. She sighed, clearly bored. Why did they all run away so quickly? Weren't there any men brave or stupid enough to take on Nii-san? Reaching the trailer, Setsu slipped inside not bothering to knock, hoping to surprise her brother.

"Setsu" he murmured.

She smirked in reply, of course she'd never be able to sneak up on him, "hi there, Nii-san. Did you miss me?"

He watched her through the mirror, as she made her way closer to him. Watched the way she prowled, every part of her a dangerous panther. His eyes took in her outfit now, widening in appreciation of the delectable view. The see through fabric that covered nothing, the low rise shorts that fell under her hip bone, her flat stomach that demanded his lips…
"Setsu" he called again, this time more huskily.

"Nii-saaan," she purred, as her arms slid around his tense shoulders, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. Her lips moved closer towards his ear, he could feel her breath. "Miss me?" she repeated in a low whisper.

"U-uh, e-e-excuse me"

The Heel siblings glanced towards the noise in the corner, spying the makeup artist blushing furiously. "S-So s-s-sorry to interrupt b-but you don't w-want to mess up your m-makeup" her hand started fumbling with the doorknob, "I-I'll just get o-out of your w-way. Remember, m-m-makeup!" They both watched as she scrambled out the door, before turning their attention back on each other. Cain frowned.

"Setsu, should you really be wearing that? You'll cause others to stare at you again." He eyed her now, his gaze calculative. Perhaps he could convince her to slip on his jacket? Setsu raised her eyebrow, her lip jutting out in a pout.

"Nii-san, I can't help it if others are jealous of how good I look. We're at the beach." She said simply, as if that was all the explanation he needed.

His frown deepened, "Setsu, adults aren't jealous over such things. There are other reasons they're looking at you."

It was Setsu's turn to frown. She hated it when he treated her like a child. Wasn't he the one who couldn't take care of himself properly? "Well I guess since those are adult problems, then I don't have to worry about it. I'll go get us some water. Meet you outside Nii-san." She winked, slipping out the door as quickly as she came. Setsu was sure that he would use those damn puppy dog eyes to make her change if she stayed and she really liked this outfit.

Murasame saw the startled makeup artist dashing out of the trailer, it wasn't unusual for someone on this set to be scared witless, it almost always had to do with that Cain jerk, but why would the makeup artist be terrified? She should be use to the way he looks done up, since she's the one who does it. He started making his way to the trailer, intent on lecturing the wannabe actor on etiquette and not harassing the crew, when he saw a small scantily clad girl slip out. His cheeks warmed as a smile crept to his face. She's back! Murasame lost no time, quickly changing directions to follow her, his previous mission long forgotten.
"It's been awhile. Where have you been all this time?" He asked her once he caught up to her.

Setsu let loose an internal sigh. Didn't this guy get that he was annoying? Her eyes fell on him warily before looking for her escape path. Her gaze went back to him. What could she do to convince him to get lost? Nii-san didn't work. Usually they ran away but Murasame seemed like an M the way he kept begging for punishment. Setsu had tried being cold and ignoring the guy, but he seemed as clueless as Manaka on the subject. She scowled as Manaka dominated her thoughts. Had she been causing problems all this time? Two weeks were a long time, what could have happened while Kyoko was taking her tests?
"So look, I know we haven't had the chance to talk much but—" she refocused on Murasame when she realized he had been speaking. "I've actually been here a couple of times before, I know this great secluded spot, and...and a couple of us were going to have some drinks if you'd like to join." He blushed, cursing himself for chickening out to get her alone.

"Murasame" she whispered, her hands slipping up his chest.

"Y-Yes?" was that his name? It sounded so different, so warm. He could feel the heat radiating from her, their lips inches apart.

"Get lost." She grunted as she rammed her knee up between his legs. Satisfied at how he buckled over in pain, she glanced up to see Cain emitting a furious aura. "Nii-san" she beamed,
"do you like?" she asked, indicating Murasame cursing loudly at their feet.

"Setsu."

His eyes called for blood. He didn't know who he was more furious at, the annoying simpleton who kept hitting on Setsu or Setsu for blatantly hitting on him, even if she was getting rid of him in the process. Was this how she always acted when he wasn't around? Did she touch anyone and everyone? "Your hands and arms belong to me only," he grunted. Cain turned toward the set, intent on not grabbing her and locking her away in his trailer.

"But Nii-san, this idiot doesn't listen." Setsu whined, "Besides, at least I don't touch other men in a loving matter." She pouted her thoughts clearly on Manaka again.

Cain stopped, knowing what bothered her. Twisting around, he pushed Setsu against the nearest wall. "You know, it's been too long Setsu. The mark…showing I'm yours…is gone now." He whispered, his eyes firmly on hers. "Perhaps we should use this evening to make it clear again…that I am yours," his right hand moved down towards to her neck, drifting slowly lower over her bare skin, "and you're mine." He said forcefully as he pulled her against him.

"Yes" she replied simply.

Ren's eyes stared down at her, though she herself was too lost to distinguish it at the moment. He saw the blush that graced her cheeks, not from embarrassment…but almost as if overheated…as if she anticipated it…He noticed how she watched him from half lidded eyes and her smile, her smile was one of pure love. The combination seemed like a new side of Setsu but not quite right, almost as if….his eyes widened at the thought. Could this be…

"Heel-san…they're ready for you now." A crew member called. Ren silently cursed in every language he could think of as he focused on Cain. Really sometimes it seemed like everything was against him. He glanced back at Setsu one last time before heading where he was called.

Kyoko's eyes followed him, her longing apparent. She thought back to their argument, about to his final words…about what she had agreed to. Damn she blushed, her face now scowling where she could see her brother. What did that man make me agree to?! Her scowl lessened; the thought of the feel of his skin against hers…his rough hands on her sides…No! No, no. He's my Sempai. He has someone that he…I can't possibly take advantage of him, of this…situation. Kyoko's arm ached as she struggled to keep her twitchiness internal. Her eyes roamed the coast, searching for something to distract her. They settled on a shack surrounded by jet skis. Setsu raised her eyebrow, her head tilted. Why not? She thought, strolling off.