Author's Note= Wow, =) Here we are. This is the Prelude. Of this fic between ThatJeevasFanChick and I. ^^

ThatJeevasFanChick Writing as Mello
Beyond'sWaraNingyo Writing as Matt.

Matt

She heard a moan, and shuddered out her own to mirror.

No.

A moan killed the silence that floated in the room-

No.

A moan filled the air lightly-

"Why does it always start with a moan?" I dropped my head onto the desk. "Seriously, it's not like I write pornography." I paused, and stared at the mostly blank document in front of me. "I don't, right?"

The phone rang out shrill, and I jumped, then frowned at myself.

I pushed the office chair (which I was glad had wheels), towards the other desk.

"Hello?" I wondered who would call me, of all people.

"Hello. Mr. Jeevas?" A professional sounding man answered.

"Yes? Who am I speaking to?" I uncertainly got out a pen and paper.

"I am Quilish Wammy; and I would like to make you book 'Magnificent' into a movie. What do you say?"

"Oh my god!" I held a hand over my heart. "Yes! I do!"

Mr. Wammy coughed, and I apologized.

"I'd appreciate it if you would oversee the making of the movie so that it matched your vision perfectly."

"Okay!" I bounced in my seat, although he couldn't see it.

"How about I come to your work station so that I can understand the way you work a bit more and to sort out some details as well?"

"Um," I looked around at the state of my 'work station'; messy as hell. "Should I clean?"

"Of course not, my dear boy! I want to see how you work." Mr. Wammy laughed.

"Uh, okay." I gave him my address and he told me that he'd be there in half an hour.

I hung up the phone and just stared at it for a while, then just shrugged and turned back to the blank word document on the computer.

I sighed, cracked my knuckles, and tried again.

Mello

1 week later...

Manuscript after manuscript, I was getting so tired of reading them. Plenty of offers had come my way, but not a Goddamn one of them had even remotely caught my interest.

I was seriously considering calling my manager to personally arrive here to blowtorch these fucking things so I'd be done and over with this shit.

Almost as if my silent prayers were being answered, my phone rings. I let it ring twice before answering. Surprisingly, the one on the line was not from my manager, but from a fellow actor that I had been acquainted with on another project.

"Hello Light, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"A close personal contact in production told me of a rumor that might catch your interest if it proves true."

"Why don't you take it then? It sounds important enough..."

"Well I would, but I'm already in the middle of a project with Gevanni. I can't share trade secrets. It would ruin the surprise."

I wanted to laugh, really I did. Rumors are one thing, but if another actor wanted me to have a part in a rumored film, then it could only mean one of a few things: Independent film, Made-for-Television film, or worse yet, it might not even exist at all.

"If you know anything more about it, e-mail me, because right now, my interest in something that is currently nonexistent is at Zero out of One Hundred."

"Hey, you can count on it. Trust me, this sounds like something major."

I did not get to ask before the line was abruptly cut off. I huffed out a sigh before standing from my seated perch to stroll across my large condo and pour myself some much needed tea.

I poured the cup and walked back calmly to my perch before setting the tea down on the table at my side.

I picked up another manuscript and began to flip pages at a bored pace that promised to drive me insane.

Matt

'The rain feel silently on the windshield of the car, and she couldn't seem to move a muscle, The winds blew against the vehicle, threatening to blow them over, but she didn't care right then. Her body frozen from the cold and the despair.

How could he have left her? Jenivive vaguely felt the car shift, but didn't pay attention. She jumped before screaming when there was pounding on her window. It was Lucas. He was soaking wet and bloody. Bloody. She screamed again. And again, and ag-'

I jumped nearly a foot in the air when there was a knock on the door to my small condo. Practicing breathing, I stood up shakily, and left my 'workspace'.

Opening in the door, I was met with a... an older gentleman who tipped his hat to me, and I let in with a bizarre sense that I was about to get pwned majorly.

"Hello, Mr. Jeevas, how has your evening been? You do look slightly disturbed." Mr. Wammy had a pronounced British accent, and it immediately made me wonder if he'd met the Queen. You didn't hear accents like that often, even if I lived near Hollywood.

"Oh, um, call me Matt. And my evening has been..." I thought about how to sum up the evening. "Productive, I've gotten over my writer's block for my newest novel, 'Come Love, Come Blood'."

I sighed happily.

"Right." Mr. Wammy replied curtly, instantly deflating my content mood. "If you wouldn't mind showing me your work station, Matt."

I nodded, probably a disappointed aura surrounding me as I led the older man into my small room. It had just been meant for writing, but for the amount of time I spent in here, both sleeping and awake, it had probably earned the title of 'master bedroom'.

I plopped down in my spinny computer chair and pulled my legs up to hug them to my chest. I peered at Mr. Wammy from under my bangs childishly.

"About 'Magnificent', I'd like to rename it." My head jerked up, my jaw dropped and I just stared at him.

"Rename it? You can't do that! My title fits perfectly! Short and sweet is what the publisher told me!" I argued in defense of my poor book's title.

"Short and sweet... did you have an original title that they asked you to cut down?" Mr. Wammy stood perfectly straight; his posture was so much better than mine...

"Of course! The bastards told me that 'Magnificent Masquerade' wasn't good for a book! I tried to stop them, bu-"

"Magnificent Masquerade is a wonderful title! We shall go with that then." Mr. Wammy pulled out a pen and paper and jotted this down. "Next we must discuss actors and roles, and what vision you had for each of the main characters; there are three, I believe, right?"

"Yes. Two men and a woman." I leaned back, letting my legs fall away from my body. "For Marie, I need a blonde woman, someone naturally cheery would have the best chance at portraying her."

He nodded and continued to jot down notes.

"For her brother, Dante, a blonde man. Dante is fierce, determined and passionate, a romantic man from the heart who is tragically mislead!" I exclaimed; if you asked me about my characters, I could go on forever.

"And for Marie, and later Dante's lover Rasario, well I've described him as black haired and petite. He's the opposite of Dante, calm, cool, and emotionally stunted, he draws everyone in with a trans-lucent innocence that soon falls away to his poison laced words and knowing smiles. He's probably one of my favorite characters, if only because I know exactly who I'd want to play him."

"And who would that be?" Mr. Wammy seemed pleased now.

"Nate Rivers, more commonly known as 'Near'" I sighed happily, "I think I've dreamt about him being in one of my books far too often. Doesn't hurt that he's adorable and I wouldn't mind fu-"

"That's wonderful." Mr. Wammy interrupted. "I'll have him up in an audition for Rasario then."

I grinned like an idiot, this was going to be amazing. Unfortunately, Jenivive and Lucas were going to have to wait until Magnificent Masquerade was finished stealing the show.