Thank you for all of your reviews. I decided to try out a second chapter. I also really appreciated your guys' suggestions on what you like and don't like. It will help me keeps things interesting, if I manage to continue this story. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Also, if there is something that occurs in the story you don't like or understand, just PM me. I'd be happy to chat about it and whatnot. L8R.


Chapter 02: PV

His long brown hair flew back as his head relaxed against the leather headrest with exuberant laughter. "You really are one crazy son of a bitch," he muttered with amusement. After another minute or so of random chuckles to the thought of the plot at hand, Kai cleared his throat, placed his palms upon the cool black seat and pushed into a straighter position. He raised his head and turned to face the president. Opening his mouth to speak, he found himself at a loss for words. Shaking his head, he snickered. "It's so damn hard to take you seriously when you look like that sir."

Lori's lips parted in a charming, smirk. Glancing down at his attire, he chortled and nodded his head in agreement. "I figured it would be fun. I haven't dressed in such tacky clothing since the eighties." The LME superior was wearing leather pants with a white sleeveless shirt with black graffiti type art spewed upon it. His long curly hair hung down to his shoulders with a black and white bandana wrapped around his head. Black Ray Ban sunglasses and a pair of leather boots with garish silver buckles completed the costume. Lifting his head to the guest in his stretch limousine, he slipped the sunglasses off and set them aside. "So are you in or out?"

Leaning forward, the director snagged a ripe red apple from the silver bowl that sat atop the mini fridge. Taking a bite, he was greeted with the sweet juices and crisp texture of the fruit. Scrunching his brows at it, he glanced to Lori and nodded. "Damn, this is good." After another bite was chewed and swallowed, he cleared his throat. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. It's as if all the great women in this damned country are attached or lesbians. Makes it so difficult for a man to find love."

A grin appeared upon the president's full soft lips, which quickly integrated into a throaty laughter. He was given dirty glares in response. "She seems to have that effect on people. But it is your decision Kai-kun. You could always test the waters with our dearest Tsuruga-san." Seeing the flicker of hesitation in those hazel eyes, Lori chuckled.

"I'm not suicidal, thanks." Kai took another bite. Licking his lips, he turned his body towards the elder, folding his right leg so it lay on its side upon the seat. "I am intrigued. After spending a few hours with them during the reading, I got a pretty strong feeling that their chemistry was more than acting. As far as I can tell, your Ren-san is gone. But I can't tell on Kyoko's part. She just seems to be a genuinely nice girl. If you don't mind my asking, what is her deal?"

"I'm not quite sure that I understand you," Lori replied with a cocked brow in place.

After another few bites were chewed and swallowed, Kai continued. "Every beautiful woman with a persona like Kyoko, although rare, has a story. I have a feeling that hers is very interesting." Seeing the resistance on the president's face, Kai pondered the situation. "At least tell me this much, has she ever been in love? Would she even know that she's in love if it did happen?"

Contemplating the questions momentarily, Takarada Lori realized that if he wanted the Kantoku's assistance he might have to divulge just the tiniest information. Sighing, he took a deep breath and explained. "I'm sure that by now, you've seen her pink uniforms." Kai nods and Lori continues. "Well, she's in the LoveMe section because of how vehemently she despises the concept of love. She was horribly betrayed once which has let her to believe that love and all notions surrounding it are nothing but pure evil, a means to a very sad end. To answer your questions, I don't think that she's ever really experienced love, just some sort of infatuation that has left her scarred. Also, if she did happen to feel it I am inclined to believe that she'll never realize it, not without a push."

Kai took the last remaining crisp bite of his lunch and then flicked his wrist to toss the core into the small garbage bin beside the fridge. Reaching forward he grabbed a paper napkin and wiped his face and fingers as his mind churned with possibilities. "Hmph, so this would definitely be a challenge," he uttered more to himself then his counterpart.

"Indeed, in every sense of the word."

"What's in it for me?" Kai turned his head to the president with an evil smirk.

Lori felt his stomach drop. He knew that look very well for it was one he received constantly from Yashiro and Sebastian, at least whenever he stooped to his deviancy. "What do you want?" He asked carefully.

"Oh that's so easy," Kai answered excitedly. "But you have to agree first."

"I can't agree if I don't know what it is. I cannot participate in anything improper."

Kai glowered at the old man. "You're kidding right?" When he received angelic innocent expressions, he groaned. "No offense dude, but everything about you stinks of impropriety."

Lori laughed.

"See, you can't even deny it!"

"Fine, fine. You have a deal Kai-kun."


Long thin fingers, wrapped in twisted silver rings, deftly tossed the small black keys up into the air. As it came back down, they landed in the strong palm presented to it. As his impatience began to rise, he continued with this mundane game. He had been ready for this PV to end days ago, but due to the director's mild case of the cold, things had to be postponed. His black veins were itching for a fresh project—new music to steal, careers to destroy, conniving his way to the top. After another two or three minutes, he swung his feet off the armrest of the chair he was lazily lounging in. Hopping to a stance, he stormed towards the drummer, grabbed his shoulder violently and swung him about. "This is preposterous!" He shouted.

"She's done!" The make-up artist came out and announced to the set, looking extremely pleased with herself. Everyone turned towards her, including a very angry Reino. Releasing his band-mate he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the peppy blonde with dislike. He watched with growing irritation as the make-up artist turned around, surprised that her celebrity had chickened out. Closing his eyes, his teeth grinded as her words reached his ear. "Oh come on Kyoko-kun! Just pop into character and come out. You look super sexy!" A few minutes more had inched by when all of a sudden sounds of people gasping filled the air around him. His mind became heavy with the lewd thoughts of a few assistants. Forcing his eyes open, Reino found himself frozen with total astonishment.

Kyoko stepped out onto the set and took everyone's breath away. Her pale legs were wrapped in over-the-knee black stiletto boots with dangling chains around the ankles. Further up her body, he was wearing a black miniskirt, also leather but with a sheer fabric of lace atop it. Her torso and breasts were dressed in a strapless black and dark blue corset that exhibited every ounce of gothic allure. A few black chain necklaces were draped around her neck with a black-rose metal armband on her left arm. Her hands were wrapped in lacey finger-less gloves that covered her entire wrist. But the most appealing part of her costume was her face. Her snowy white skin practically glowed as against the dark tones of her make-up—black lips, lids painted dark blue around sapphire contact encased eyes, long silver hair with black ends that framed her face.

Cocking her hips, she allowed the character of the dark angel to absorb her completely. As she drowned in the role, a sexy smile touched her lips. She immediately began to walk towards the Ghoul's lead singer, swaying sensually from left to right. Miroku turned to his comrade with a grin and found himself hiding his laughter at the awe illustrated upon his gaping expression. Lightly elbowing him, the drummer chuckled when he received no response.

She came up to him and flooded him with the scent of her Jimmy Choo perfume—feminine, light with hints of rose and amber. Closing his mouth, Reino smirked sinfully as he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. "About time love. I was starting to think you'd never come out of there," he teased with his silky voice.

"Hmph," Kyoko scoffed putting her hands upon his chest. She shoved him back and then flicked her long silvery hair over her bare shoulder. Looking him over, she scoffed. He was wearing the typical—leather pants with a leather trench coat that was unbuttoned all the way down, revealing his lean abs. His hair was half pulled back with black streaks. She opened her lips and spoke. "Let's get this over with. I have better things to do with my time then sit here and play with dogs like you." The fake vampire teeth just added to her shadowy sultry aura. She then walked off towards the set, leaving him feeling exhilarated and restless.

Reino followed and the duo began to position themselves for the scene. The extravagantly large set looked like an old, Victorian church with stone walls and large arching stained glass windows. At the front was were a series of steps that ascended to a stone alter, draped with velvety blue fabrics. There were silver and brass candle stands all over the place, already lit with vibrant small flames.

Upon reaching the alter, Kyoko turned her back to it so she could climb atop it. But Reino came up and swept her off her feet. Deftly stepping onto the alter, he held her in his arms as he stood there like the emperor of the universe. Looking down at her, he found his mouth watering for a taste of her pure offerings. Her nails upon his hands snapped him from his lusty notions. "Well, well. Don't tell me you're a sadist. That wouldn't bode well for my fun dear."

"You fiend," Kyoko snapped with disgust. Beneath the veil of the dark angel, the actress felt her body shiver with complete repulsion by being held by this man. She couldn't believe she was suckered into making this atrocious PV. But she had no one to blame but herself, after all if the president knew about Reino's attempt at assaulting her in Karuizawa, she doubted he'd be much of anything in this industry. Not wanting to inconvenience anyone further than she had, she bit her silence and fought through it. This ended up being the result of her secrecy. Feeling his hot breath upon her cheek, she came back to reality with wide eyes. An arctic sensation was starting to take over her body, very much like last time, but she thought of the task at hand and forced herself to remain strong. "Get your filthy hands off me Beagle!"

He simply chuckled as he carefully fell to his knees and placed her down upon the bed of fabrics. Reino placed his hands on either side of her upon the alter, caging her against him. Hearing the director's voice, he smiled. "Yes. We're ready," he shouted in response.

The latest Vie Ghoul song began to play. Kyoko closed her eyes and listened to the song to think about anything other than what she was about to do for this PV. As the lyrics and sounds of the dark rock filled her, she found that it didn't sound familiar at all. No, this most definitely was not stolen from Sho. God, why do I even know what the Baka's music still sounds like? The song pitched and Reino's voice, his ability to hold such a long range so elegantly, sent chills down her spine. Wow, he really does have talent. Hearing the director yell action, her eyes flew open and she released whatever hatred she had for him.

The Dark Angel's long lashed eyes fell to the lips of the Demon Lord towering above her. His soft, enticing lips seduced her as he sang the melody of evil forbidden relations. When he lowered his mouth to her, she instinctively tilted her head up wanting to quench her thirst for him. His fingertips came up and feathered along the curve of her cheek and jaw, long black nails dragging a red line down her smooth nape.

Pressing his mouth against her skin, he continued to sing as if he was serenading her very soul. He ran his hand down her face, lightly caressing her body until they came upon the deep curve of her waist. Settling his cold fingers upon her bare skin, he stopped singing and wrapped his mouth around her tantalizing neck, sinking his teeth into her. The sweet nectar of her life's blood filled his mouth, satiating his starvation for the angel.

The overwhelming sensation of a painful serenity overpowered her corrupting her volition. Bending her leg, she arched her back and slipped her hand around his neck. Turning her head away as he fed from her, her eyes flew open. Blue eyes became shadowed with silver luminescence. Black lips parted and stretched as her aching teeth grew from her desire for him.

Hearing the director call "Cut," Kyoko instantly shoved Reino away from her. Pushing up on her elbows, she started slinking back but was stopped when he reached out and grabbed her bare thigh. "What the hell are you doing?" She shouted a bit too loudly.

Unfazed by her rage, Reino snickered and pulled her down on her back again. "We have to change positions sweetheart. You aren't getting away so easily."

Inwardly, Kyoko sighed with irritation. This is going to be the longest freaking shoot ever.


Fuwa Sho sat in his large bedroom strumming on his black guitar concentrating on the notes that had assaulted his mind. He no longer trusted to have anyone around when he composed songs. It wasn't safe. Traitors—they were all traitors, people seeking to live from the fruits of others. He wouldn't allow that any longer. Even Shouko Aki, his manager, had limited access to him when he was working.

The stress and frustration of losing his songs to that damned imitation artist began to cloud his ability to work. Sighing, he slid off the barstool and placed the guitar into its red-felt lined case. He then stalked over to the couch and plopped onto it, kicking his feet up on the wooden coffee table. Reaching over to the left, he grabbed the TV remote and began to flip through channels. "Nothing worth watching," he bitched. Flipping from the movie channel to the next, he saw that it was an interview of Tsuruga Ren. Gritting his teeth, the singer prepared to change the channel again, but when the camera panned left, revealing Kyoko he stopped.

"Yes, I feel very honored to have this opportunity to work with some like Tsuruga-san," she answered the reporter's question with a tint on her cheeks. She was dressed in her school uniform, back straight with hands properly folded in her lap.

Sho felt his throat run dry. Damn you look different, grown up. He noticed the flesh of her knees and a little bit of her thighs against the pleated skirt. Her white shirt hugged her slim figure nicely, illustrating that Kyoko was indeed maturing into woman. Still not as big as Shouko's but they seem to suit her so well. Subconsciously Sho licked his lips and sat up straighter, entranced by his childhood friend as she praised her co-star.

"I feel like I have been able to learn a lot from him, which can only help me improve as an actress." Kyoko lifted her head and looked into the camera, tinted cheeks deepening with color. "He's so disciplined and talented. His professionalism is on a level that I strive for every day."

"Bullshit," Sho snapped through a his grating teeth. "That platform-wearing ass is anything but talented. Just because he's tall!" Sho's hand found the edge of the seat, fingers sinking in as his rage flamed. Suddenly the reporter asked Kyoko of her personal relationship with Ren, which skyrocketed the beating of Sho's heart.

A flash to a few weeks prior berated his mind. He remembered calling her. She had answered but then the line quickly went dead. When he tried calling her again and again, he found that her number had been changed. Then he remembered why he was pestering her so late to begin with. He had confronted her about Ren, but she quickly denied having any feelings for him. Sho even remembered how dark Ren's eyes became when he told him that Kyoko had no interest in him. Sneering, he felt a bit of satisfaction at Kyoko's promise. No matter what you do you bastard, she will be mine…forever.

Kyoko's face bloomed beautifully red at the question. She opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Ren. "Mogami-san and I are professional associates," Ren said smoothly as he smiled decadently into the camera. "We both hold utmost respect and admiration for one another." Ren turned to Kyoko and looked into her eyes for the briefest second. When he looked back to the camera, his eyes seem to have had a sparkle that wasn't there before. "We care for one another as friends and colleagues would."

The idol's jaw dropped. His entire body tensed at the ridiculous answer that two-bit actor provided the reporter. "That wasn't a denial, you asshole!" He yelled at the television. That wasn't a denial. That was a very well-planned avoidance of the topic. His browns eyes turned back to Kyoko. As the camera zoomed in on her face while she confirmed Ren's statement with bright smile, Sho quickly hit pause and stared. He stared at every aspect of her face from her shoulder length auburn hair, to her large curious eyes and then finally settling on her pink lips. Remembering the taste of her chocolate dipped tongue against his own, he smiled. That's right Kyoko. I was your first love. I stole your first kiss. No one else can have any of your firsts. Leaning back into the couch, Sho pondered at the effects of having such a famous woman for his girlfriend. As much as he wanted to, he simply couldn't deny that she was gaining fame very quickly in the acting industry. With her on his arm, he would dominate the music world easily. I guess I'll just have to find a way to be your first boyfriend as well, won't I?