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A Vicious Ambition

A sigh escaped my lips as I opened the door to the private locker room reserved for just us LoveMe members, I felt the energy spill from me as the sigh drew out, seeming to suck out all the life from my haggard body. Maybe Maria was right about the sighing thing, and I should probably stop, but it had been a long day. I stared a moment in the mirror at the redness around my lips that had manifested itself thanks to my constant rubbing of the flesh around the area, trying desperately to erase the traces of that stupid sonuvabit…ARGHH! I slammed my locker door open and ground my teeth together, another obvious bad habit. Damn Shou! It wasn't enough that you threw me away like I was some worthless piece of trash...you just had to go and violate my mind with your existence and inflict these unhealthy habits! I clenched a fist as I felt the chill of my own personal arsenal of malicious entities swirling around my form in an ardent cloud of hatred, darkening the lighting in the room for a moment before making it surge and bust a light bulb. The sound temporarily gave me siege over my thoughts again and I shook my head furiously, trying to erase the momentary lapse into my former vengeful persona.

"I've got to stop thinking about it." I mumbled to myself, and suddenly I remembered Tsuruga-san's words of his tragic first kiss. The thought of someone as… in demand, as my sempai, having his first kiss stolen by some random stranger, made me want to weep tears of blood for him and his fan base as well. I stopped midway of sliding my turtleneck over my body as I recalled the words he had said to me directly after that.

"…from now on you'll have to be careful, so that it NEVER happens again." I shivered at the memory of Tsuruga-sans looming figure, leaning ever so slightly into my space so I could see just how sharply his gray eyes glinted, with the implication of a second visit from the emperor. I turned back to the mirror and finished pulling my shirt down, but the words Tsuruga-san had petrified me with stayed lingering in my mind, even after the fit of chills subsided. It didn't make sense, that he would be that upset when warning me against letting Shou anywhere near my lips…well on the other hand I had, been being completely melodramatic, and unprofessional, and that's surely enough to envoke the rage of my sempai. I face palmed once for my stupidity, I had probably disappointed him with how much of a spectacle I had made of myself, just for something juvenile the stupid bastard had done. Surely he'd be mad because he put in the effort of having faith in my character, and I'd failed him, again. I sighed another life threatening sigh at that. It was going to be hard to rebuild my status in his eyes, if it had deeply affected his opinion on me, which it didn't appear to, because he was still talking to me, but I could be wrong although he had, accepted the Gelee Au Vin.

I jolted at the memory, as a certain incident in the time span of our conversation recapitulated itself in my mind. An uncomfortable heat blossomed under the skin on my ears and cheeks, and soon the deep blush spread to my neck as I recalled just what had happened in his dressing room today. I gulped, at the thought of anyone having seen it. I would surely be murdered a thousand times over and then feed to starving demons if his fans ever caught words…not to mention I'd die of the mortification. I furrowed by brow and worried my bottom lip as the heat refused to subside and my eyes absently trailed up to my neck in acknowledgement of what was left there. I didn't think, makeup would cover that up no matter how much I'd apply. How am I going to explain this to the producer of "Box-R"? He's gonna think that I..well I-

"Mogami-kun!" I heard Sawara-san call out in the distance from where I was in the locker room, putting away my flamboyantly pink overalls, breaking my current train of thought. I pulled myself together and currently put my issues with my sempai to the back of my mind as I gave permission to Sawara-san to come in, seeing as no one was here, but me. The man looked winded, and quite excited all the same, I had to wonder what it was causing him to come to me about it… Maybe his daughter is getting married- No she's too young… then maybe he got a promotion and I'm just the closest worker he can find. I looked to him sorrowfully at the thought, no matter how stubborn and prejudiced he was with me at first, it seemed I had come to develop a synonymous relationship with him as with the president, it would be sad to see him g-

"Mogami-kun, are you listening?" Sawara-san stood in front of me waiting expectantly for me to confirm I had been off in la la land once again. I nodded sheepishly and smiled sadly ready to congratulate him just as he dropped the epitome of a nuclear warhead on me.

"YOU have gotten a request for a new extremely important movie production!" My jaw went slack as he said this, I'm pretty sure I tipped a bit, seeing as I was suddenly sitting and Sawara-san was grinning proudly at me. He went on.

"That's not nearly the news though Mogami-kun, your role, they- they want you as the lead actress, and more importantly the main character!" The some 40 year old man in front of me was in pure ecstatic craze as I sat too shell shocked to thank whatever god had bestowed this opportunity on me, but as the feeling came back to my legs I stood again and gave Sawara-san a smile akin to the one I only used when I had made my sempai proud, it was specifically for Tsuruga-san as a ways of showing extreme my gratitude for his care. When I did this to Sawara-san though his smile dropped for a second and a strange flush overtook his features, I motioned forward to ask him if he was alright but he mumbled a yes and hurried me to his desk, completely ignoring the redness in the pigment of his skin. Once at the desk he handed me a large manila folder, and a CD along with a small sheet with the director's number on it. I gave him a questioning look at this.

"The director has requested that you call him directly if your absolutely sure your are willing to take on this role." Sawara-san provided to me, and with that he began to go over the details and deadlines of this movie making process that in apparency was much different than that of a drama. I sighed inwardly as I realized with this new project, I might not be able to meet with Tsuruga-san any time in the near future, if at all. That is unless he was involved in this movie, which I highly doubted, I mean I'm just some rookie actress who hasn't got two coins against my sempai's acting ability. What would the chances be?

"Ren!" Yashiro hurried down the hallway to catch up to the long strides of his charge. He carried a large manila folder in one hand and the box Kyoko-chan had given to Ren for his birthday in the other. He was still ridiculously curious as to what the present was, but he wouldn't invade the only intimate aspects of their current relationship, that would just send them a thousand steps in reverse, especially with the girl they were talking about. That aside Yashiro held up the manila folder for an expectant looking Ren and as the hefty package was removed from his grasp, Yashiro reached into his suit pocket pulling forth a small parchment note with a hand scrawled number on the front and the word "director" in English on the back. He handed that too to Ren, and explained the new job request to him. It was currently not even towards the marketing stage yet, but the movie, which was in the base stages, had high expectations of drawing in a large crowd of fans on the storyline alone. Apparently the story was based off of a popular book written under a penname of anonymity, but somehow a director had gotten their hands on a very valuable permit, from the author to collaborate in screen writing and production, allowing them to make the authors praised book into a motion picture. The catch was that their would be no trailer for the movie, or at least none of the actors who played the roles that they did were to be shown, just a summary that read on the back of the book and a few miscellaneous screen shots with significance to the plot, but not anything denoting the identity of who played who. Just like the book, the trailer would work in the factor of anonymity, amongst the cast as well as the director and Author of course. Yashiro was for some odd reason insanely ecstatic about this opportunity, he couldn't fathom why but something told him this film would be of epic proportions, and he hadn't even opened up the script yet. As he looked back up to Ren and saw the slow forming smirk and the spark that glinted excitement in his eyes, Yashiro was sure Ren felt the same anticipation of this new job. Although they both felt the hype of this interesting twist the downfall of not knowing who your co-stars were going to be until the last minute was a bit unnerving, but it couldn't be decided whether this was going to be a worthwhile venture or not… not until the script was read. Yashiro advised him of the certain conditions requested of the director himself as they made their way to Ren's car, and the odd notion of having to call himself, to confirm that he would be accepting, and to the director in person wasn't so much difficult as it was uncommon. Usually these types of information-based transactions were done officially through a manager and the producer, or the secretary of him. It added another odd incentive to take on this job, because it gave him an odd curiosity of just what this man was like…impulsive he'd say. He moved into the driver's seat of his seat as he thought this, Yashiro following, sliding into the passenger seat.

Never had he received the offer for a job, that didn't include a brief description of the part he'd be playing, or include the script in full even when he hadn't accepted yet. He thought this man extremely new at the job, or perhaps extremely arrogant, but regardless of the man's personality he would take up this job, because as odd as it seemed the weight of the manila folder in his hands was almost challenging him to do so. The sheer thought of something as new as this was enticing, and on a second thought, he would need to keep himself busy in order to separate himself from Kyoko.

He'd gotten just a bit too close to doing something… criminal, today in his dressing room, and he didn't intend to let it escalate to that height again. He'd seen what just a kiss from Fuwa did, how much rage it rebirthed, if he repeated any sort of happening like the one he'd done earlier, she would surely be scared off in not evoked to hate him as well. He sighed deeply at that.

"Ren? Are you okay?" Yashiro asked knowingly, he'd seen what had happened, and he didn't want to bring it up, but at the same time he was dying to. Ren heard the underlying words between Yashiro's tone; How are you going to handle the situation with Kyoko?, and he sighed at that, because he honestly didn't know.

"Yes, Yashiro-san… I'm fine." His tone came out entirely to strained, as if he was truly depressed about something, which wasn't to far from the truth, but he hadn't meant to reveal that. Yashiro flinched at his tone, and Ren grimaced as he saw and expected the worried tone to assault him any minute now. The words never came though, and surprisingly Yashiro brought up something completely unexpected.

"What do you think of this job?" Yashiro's voice was bemusing, as if he was contemplating something tasking. Ren felt his manager was for once giving him a way out, to temporarily not be troubled…it was refreshing, he thought.

"I think I'm going to accept it." He stated simply in a normal voice, and Yashiro whipped his head around at that.

"What?! You've just gotten the offer, and you don't even know what role your playing or what the movie is about!" Yashiro rambled, scolding him, the way an older brother would, and Ren hid a smile as his manager fussed over him in obliviance to his amusement. The familiar atmosphere was a nice alternative to the previous tension that had filled the air, for that Ren was glad, although this wouldn't allow him refuge from his problems too long, but he'd take what he could get.

Ren's car pulled to a halt in front of Yashiro's apartment complex and he said goodbye to his manager for the night. As Ren drove back toward his own home, he wondered briefly just what this book really was about, the thought intrigued him, and he found himself looking to the Manila folder that sat in the passenger seat frequently. His eager excitement over this new job, must mean something. This thought escaped him as he exited the parking garage of his apartment building and made his way to the elevator. He clasped the mana folder in one hand and Kyoko's gift in the other. He

Weighed which he was more eager to look at, and not too unexpectedly, kyoko's present won out. As he unlocked the door to his home though, the folder was jostled from his grasp and fell hitting the ground and spilling it's contents

Halfway from the folder, just enough for the script name to reveal itself on the first clean white sheet of paper.

A Viscious Ambition

Just as the name on the back of the small strip of parchment, he'd gotten to contact the director, the title of the script was in English, although the rest read neatly in Japanese. That small slip of informtion given by fate was enough to spike Ren's curiosity again and with that he entered his home, slipped the gift from Kyoko onto the living room table, removed the rest of the bulk from the folder, and began to read.

President of LME, Lory Takarada was none too shabby on the current trends of today's literature, but unfortunately for him the genre he most preferred were the countless romances and tales of epic heroes. With that preference he went on ignoring the darker themes that permeated the social populous, and unknowing to it at all, had passed over a book that was said to be a work of art all in it's own. He sat at his desk in a solemn faced mood as he read over the details of this project so many of his favorites had been beckoned for. His initial thought was that he didn't like it, and would refuse the use of his precious children, but seeing as this allegation lead to the personal demand of the author to meet and discuss it, he let the request follow through to his actors for them to decide if they so wished to take part in this.

And at the moment he waited very patiently for the author himself to come strolling into the office. The set time they had decided was 8:30 since it had been a lately scheduled arrangement in the first place. He had offered to meet in the morning the following day, but the author had refused seeing as they sought not to inconvenience him. He had accepted albeit begrudgingly and offered transportation even, but the Author also refused with the same excuse, so now he could only wait for this man to arrive.

He watched the time on the clock anxiously as it now read 8:28 and still no sign of this person, he wasn't someone big on formality, but punctuality was an entirely different story. He had somewhat expected this, the meeting was just a hoax and since the director and author both knew that he had already let the request through there was nothing he could do to recall the scripts. He knew full well that many would take this up on the popularity gain promised alone; that didn't worry him, it was the two centered at the request that worried him. Kyoko would accept even if she didn't like the role, because she was too determined for her own good, and he had no doubt that her performance would shake the industry if this movie was as expected as the statistics said it was. He didn't worry about her ability to make the movie well, or rather that was just what he worried about, but in an entirely different way. If she did succeed in making this character as much a part of her as her other roles were, there could be drastic consequences. This character wasn't one of the villainous calculated ones of her current affairs, and this wasn't a story with an ending anywhere near happy. If she did venture on this and completely immerse her self in the story of the character… just what would it do to her? These were the worries that plagued him, and likewise as they did for the others centered in the cooperative roles to her. Lory for once was not up to lingering in his ridiculous garb, and as he sat in his executive leather chair at his desk he thought speculatively. This was a challenge he was sure, from the gods or what, he wasn't, but he knew it was a challenge set forth for them. As the grandfather clock in his office was clicking down to 8:30 he watched the door in expectation. 5…4…3…2…

…1

0. Lory let out a sigh, and moved his large hand to hit the intercom and inform his secretary to call the director tomorrow. Just as his hand came an inch from the button, the large double doors to his office flung open in accordance to the will of the person behind it. His head snapped up and the light from the large doors escaping into the dimly lit office silhouetted the figure in a bath of light. Just as the anonymity of their existence, the theory of mystery hung around this person in decadence, as if they were shrouded in a darkness to blot out anything that might hint on who they were.

"Takarada… Lory Takarada?" The voice was a high-pitched murmur, as if he hadn't said anything at all. Lory nodded still studying the figure of this man, who still stood in the enshrouding light of the doors. He gestured to a chair in front of his desk as he spoke.

"Come take a seat…" He paused, gesturing to him, seeing as he didn't know the man's name and as the man leaned back on both hands shutting the double doors with the weight of his leaning body, he spoke in answer to Lory.

"Dimitri Rosario." The name was rolled off in a way that denoted this man's foreign roots and Lory couldn't help but lean forward in curiosity of the mans features. He didn't have to though, as he had gestured the man walked forward slowly in the direction of the chair. As he stepped directly forward, the dim light already settled around him, Lory's mouth fell agape.

"I am the author of A Viscious Ambition."

The Akatoki agency loomed in the forefront of the Man's position, and he lingered on the idea of leaving the company behind and just telling the girl he'd failed, but alas he could not do that. He had promised as a stipulation of their agreement that he would help with this process, no matter how much he wanted to just send a notice to these people, he'd have to do it up front, she'd made that pretty clear after the deal with LME's president. He sighed outwardly and pushed the glass doors of the agency open going straight for the elevator ignorant of the receptionist or any other type of formality he could care less to deal with, and pressed the button for the 14th floor. He knew exactly where his target was, naturally he'd acquired his schedule from one of his connections, not like he was going to say that out loud, but what was done was done. He ascended along with the metal transport, and as the doors opened to an empty he grinned at his luck. His movement was quick as he approached the labeled door, and against his better judgment he flung open the door to the recording studio, thoroughly surprising the staff along with the artist he was looking for. Luckily for them he had burst in just after the recording session was done. Regardless the looks of surprise morphed into two emotions, one being rage, and the other being anxiousness. Oh god no. They thought he was a fan. Ah well. He thought as he grinned toward the staff, that looked just about ready to jump him. A curly haired babe with nice long legs turned to him in recognition of his presence; she must know that he wasn't here for that.

"Excuse me, we're in the middle of a recording, this studio is off limits to those not involved at the moment." The babe said to me, trying to settle this without the help of those little cronies behind her. I chuckled and gave her a devious smirk, grabbing a small white hand and bringing it too my hands.

"I'm afraid to inform you ma cheri, I'm not here for the studio, I'm looking for a certain someone and I've found him." I gave a pointed look to the man behind the glass in the recording booth and grinned cheekily as the woman snatched her hand back affronted. "In plus it doesn't appear to me that you'll be staying much longer anyways." I pointed out, gesturing to a guitarist who had his case already strapped to his shoulder, prepared to leave for the day. The beauty gave me a look of indignant compliance.

"What may I ask do you need with this person?" She asked, feigning ignorance.

"It's merely for a job mademoiselle, although it does seem out of the norm I've come to deliver the request personally." She started at this and gave me a shocked look, hoping I wasn't in any position to get her fired. I chuckled at the nervousness that seemed to over come her. "Worry not, I do realize how rude it is of me to suddenly burst in, but it seems this man is quite busy, is he not? I surely wouldn't have had the gall to infringe on any of his other arrangements. " She nodded in understanding and I looked to the booth as the doors opened, clicking shut a moment later as the man of the hour strolled in with a faked air of nonchalance, when really he was curious as well as pissed off at someone barging in so casually. Being in this business long enough allows you to see these things, and I smirked knowing he would accept, after the brief insight of his character.

He stopped next to the babe and latched an arm around her waist leaning down onto her shoulder, and inquired as to who I was, despite me being in front of him. Oh, yes he would accept, if his arrogance was this blatant, and all the time, he would definitely accept.

"Ah. My name. I do apologize again, I've been forgetting myself frequently today." I reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled forth a small piece of parchment with my name scrawled in cursive on the front and the word "director" in English on the back. " Ichijo Tomi." I introduced myself, for formalities sake and outstretched a hand for the musician currently clinging to his manager.

"Fuwa Shou." Fuwa clapped a hand down in my grasp and shook noncommittally. I released his hand and brought a thick manila folder from my jacket as well, placing it in his manager's hands, whilst explaining.

"I'm currently in charge of the directing of the movie based off of an extremely well received book." I provided and watched as the eyes of his manager widened, but it failed to have recognition in her charges eyes.

"So what the hell does that have to do with me?" He asked, not feeling at all inclined to formalities.

"Shou!" His manager seemed to quell his vociferation with a look of pointed annoyance. I chuckled at that and pulled the packet back from his manager.

"Hmmm well, I'm sure someone else will fill the slot in that case, there are many artists after all and that group. Vie ghoul… I think that's it…? Seems to be on the same frequency as you, perhaps they wouldn't mind the offe-" A hand clamped down on my shoulder and I smirked at the malevolence ever so tangible in the air around the kid. I turned half way and knocked his hand from my shoulder, sliding the manila folder back in the place of my jacket.

"Well then, perhaps we should talk more on this over some coffee, ne?"

The figure of the author, completely visible now thanks to the ambient lighting stood in front of him a hand poised to shake, once he got his jaw to snap back in place. Which might take a couple more minutes seeing as he was still staring.

Lory could now see how slim this man really was. His height was also a factor in this, he was short, excessively so for a male, and he had long mussed red hair that fell over his shoulders, if anything this MAN was actually just a BOY, which didn't make sense with the presence that he exuded. But that wasn't the part that had made his jaw drop; it was the fact that this man…well wasn't a man. The person in front of him was wearing a fitting t-shirt, and no matter how small, there were obviously breasts attached to that chest. It wasn't so much surprising as it was weird for Lory, because in his mind he would never picture a woman of all things writing this book. He could've guessed if it was a romance, or something centered around an aspect of normality, but this piece of artful, horrific tragedy, wasn't something he'd expect a woma- No that sounded sexist. He shook his head and grabbed the woman's hand in front of him shaking vigorously as he stood to greet her.

It just didn't seem that this was something that normally came, not that a woman couldn't write a good tragedy, just that they normally didn't. He resumed his seat and the woman in front of him followed suit, sitting in the chair provided. The last thing he wanted to do was come off ignorant, for he would be prejudiced against none! That was unjust behavior, and he wouldn't tolerate it. The woman in front of him, still yet to be seen, seeing as her mussed hair hid most of her face, leaned down to her feat to retrieve something from the small bag she had carried in with her. Lory waited patiently in silence as she did so. When the rifling came to a stop and she began pulling a small object from her bag, her hair fell too much into her face and she almost dropped the object. In reply to this she momentarily set the object back down and sat up, pulling a small band from around her wrist, she gathered the feathery locks from around her eyes and the base of her neck bunching them messily in a bun behind her head. Lory sucked in a breath again as he stared in shock at her face. She paid no mind though and bent down to retrieve the object, then placing it in front of him on the desk. Lory tore his eyes away from the woman's face, and looked down to a small photograph that stood in an old wooden frame on his desk. He picked it up gingerly and looked to her in question as he studied the people in the picture. It was one of those, getting everyone in the picture, regardless of the fact you can't recognize half of them because of the distance, pictures, and for a moment Lory didn't grasp the meaning of the picture until his eyes ventured up to the one person who stood taller than the rest of them. A tall man with a smile begetting kindness, crinkling his eyes and splitting his face, a man whose hands seemed to stretch to all the children standing around him, and from him he could see only one person in the photo who didn't seem to be grinning joyously. The boy standing directly to the right of the man, whom had an arm hooked around his shoulders, was staring, staring blankly at the picture. Those weren't the eyes of a child, and as his eyes ventured even farther up the picture to the background, he dropped it in slight horror.

Just above the joyous gathering of children in front of what appeared to be a new building, there were words inscribed in large letters on the brick face of the building just above the porch they all stood in front of.

And they read

Angelica's Haven

Lory almost didn't believe were really there, but as he stared back down at them, seeing as they didn't disappear he re read them carefully. And flipped a folder on his desk open pulling forth the script he'd received several days ago. He read along the first passage, the scene being introduced.

In the blazing sun, the structure stood an obelisk against the dusky sunset, a brick structure facing east and casting a large shadow over the land it sat on. The brick faced building, newly built on a long stretch of suburban land, the name of the building edged nicely into the space just above the porch. The home of our main character's, the sanctuary of fraud more fit to be called hell.

An orphanage, one with the name of Angelica's Haven is where this story begins.

Lory looked up from the page in blatant speechlessness, he pointed to the picture and back to the script and the woman in front of him nodded, face averted into her lap.

"How long ago was this photo taken?" Lory asked in a voice filled with unease.

"Nine years ago." Her voice was quiet but the underlying emotion filled the statement with intensity. Lory once again filled with surprise turned to the picture and searched for another adult, but could find none, as the cold dread began to fall into his stomach, with the realization. He was still searching the photo, when the woman in the chair in front of him leaned over the desk and pointed a thin finger at a small red haired child attached to the arm of a black haired girl who stood close to the unsmiling boy. Lory felt a pin prickle of horror as the girl in front of him spoke.

"I was seven years old when this was taken… I was ten when the house was dispersed, because of…" She didn't finish her sentence seeing as Lory already knew. He had read her book and he knew just what had happened to all the people in that picture… he knew perfectly well.

"You're sixteen?" Lory asked in a detached voice. She nodded. Lory stared hard at her face, focusing on the right side.

"How did you get the publisher to agree?" He asked in curiosity. She answered immediately with a grin begetting her calculative manner.

"They can't refuse you, when they know nothing about you." The answer was shocking; everything about this girl was shocking. Lory felt at a need to have more information, but something was telling him he wouldn't get any. He sat in silence a moment as he tried to figure the best course of action, and as the girl pulled her hair tie out and recovered her face he decided.

"Rosario-san, what is the basis for your desire to have the actors' you requested?" he had a feeling he already knew, but he may as well ask. The girl refocused on him just stared for a moment, as if to let him realize the obvious.

"Because they're the only ones who can do it." Her answer rung through the air on an obvious note and Lory nodded in understanding. He stood then as their meeting came to an end.

"Very well than Rosario-san." He shook her small outstretched hand and held for a moment longer than usual, to compliment her. "I must applaud your skills, as a young adult, being able to write so profoundly, is a great achievement." He said and as she removed her hand from his own she pulled back the hair on the right side of her face, revealing once again a long inlaid cut that stood ragged against her otherwise smooth face. The scar ran from the tip of her right brow to the base of her jaw, missing the set of her mouth just slightly, the scar was a dull pink against the milky skin and as she opened her right eye the visible scar of where trauma was left stood obvious in the pinkish white of her iris and parts of her pupil.

"I'd say it's a blessing and a curse, ne Takarada-san?" She smiled at him as she let the hair fall back into her face, Lory nodded soberly and he stood in the same place as the girl gathered her things and opened the double doors again slipping through them without so much as a backward glance. As the doors clicked back in place, Lory fell back against the leather chair, and prayed to any kind of god there was, that this didn't destroy his two favorite actors. He prayed to god.

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