Bankotsu got dressed and went to the stage to do the item song. Bankotsu was dressed as a firefighter. He wore a hat and carried a hose (fake) on his shoulder. And he wore jeans. No shirt. His back-up dancers were all girls.

That beauty, white fairy

Did some sort of magic

Took the sleep from these eyes. The heart is full of restlessness

In my heart is the pain of disco, the pain of disco, the pain of disco

Woe is me, I am lost and how many people can I tell

The pain of disco, the pain of disco. The season of beauty it is in my heart. What a feeling it is in my dreams

What can I say about what I have?

The feeling in my dreams, stung so badly. So I roam in London, Paris, New York, Alai, San Francisco. Every moment I had the wish to see my dreams come true. Every moment she took over me. When she dropped and rained on to me. Then suddenly I was alone. My lover on the twenty-sixth of the previous month. In my heart is the pain of disco, the pain of disco, the pain of disco

In my heart is the pain of disco, the pain of disco, the pain of disco

In my heart is the pain of disco, the pain of disco, the pain of disco

Pain of disco

The director wanted to end the song with fire shooting from the tanks put on the stage. It was supposed to be a surprise. Bankotsu didn't know about it. "Start the fire."

As soon as the fire came up from the stage, Bankotsu felt himself getting sweaty. He put his hands on his head and started breathing heavily. The producer saw this. "Cut the scene," Shikininto ordered.

After the fire was gone, Bankotsu fell to the ground. The girls screamed. Shikininto ran over to Bankotsu. "Bankotsu are you okay?"

Bankotsu didn't answer.

Everyone else came rushing to his side. Shikininto glared. "Who brought up the fire? Don't you know he has a phobia of fire?"

The director gasped. "A fear of fire?" He turned to his dad. "I didn't know.

"Take me home," Bankotsu told Shikininto. Someone from the crowd gave Bankotsu a bottle of water. "No, no." Shikininto waved his hand. "Back up." Everyone gasped. "Pack up?" The director cried.

"Back up," Shikininto repeated.

Outside

Shikininto helped Bankotsu get to the car. Bankotsu had changed clothes and there was a crowd outside. Shikininto and Bankotsu made their way through the crowd. "Please everyone…"

As Bankotsu reached the car and was about to open the door, he felt someone put their hand on his shoulder. Bankotsu turned around to see a woman who looked about the age of fifty. "My son, where did you go? You know how long I have been waiting for you…"

Bankotsu ignored her. "Security."

"When are you coming back home? Tell me," The security guards pulled her away. Bankotsu took this time to get into the car. "Let's go."

"Listen. Bankotsu. No, no. let me go." She looked through the window, crying.

"Who is this old woman?" Bankotsu asked Shikininto. "Looking at her I feel something."

"She is mentally ill. She thinks she is your son," Shikininto replied. "Dude I am a star. All the woman in Japan think of me as their son. That is good…"He looked at the window. "But this is not. Make sure it doesn't happen again."

Bankotsu looked at the window again. "You can get hurt, please move." Bankotsu tapped on the driver's seat. "Come on, move it."

The car drove off and the woman could not catch up. A man stopped her from running. He watched the car drive off. "Look Jakotsu, he left me again." Jakotsu shook his head. "Mom, why do you trouble yourself? That's not our Bankotsu. He's Bankotsu Kira. Only his face resembles our Bankotsu's."

"No Jakotsu. That was my Bankotsu. My son, Bankotsu. Security that was my son Bankotsu." The security guard rolled his eyes. "Yes. Yes. And he is my father."

At Bankotsu's house

Bankotsu sat in his bed as the doctor examined him. "There are many reasons for headaches and blackouts but he doesn't have any of them." The doctor left.

Bankotsu turned to Shikininto. "Shikininto, cancel all the dates of that fool producer and his son and give all the dates to our superhero movie. Superheroes are in."

"I will give the dates but how can they create the set in one day?" Shikininto asked. "Oh shut up. If there is no set then we can shoot in a real location. Everything is okay with me okay?"

Shikininto laughed. "Okay."

In the car

"I've been driving this car for over an hour," Bankotsu whined. "Where is this place? Couldn't you set up the set near home?"

"We were going to set up the set near home, but you said to make it a real location. And in such less time, the real location is ready."

"What's so special about this location?"

"The studio is completely burnt."

"Then…then why are we going there?"

"It's quite perfect according to the look the director wants. He wanted ruins and no such place is worse than this."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I heard that twenty-two years ago, there was a great incident. It was a big set. But before the shooting began, a fire took place and everything burnt. The picture was banned in which the set was chosen, but along with it the whole studio was wasted. A very unlucky place."

"What a wonderful location. It's unlucky, the set got burned, studio was wasted, the movie was banned. Well done Shikininto. Well done idiot."

As Bankotsu's car was about to go in, two security guards opened the gate. Bankotsu stared inside. "Shikininto, did we come here before?" Shikininto shook his head. "It's not possible. No on comes here. It's the first shooting here in 22 years."

Bankotsu looked at all of the ruins. He heard voices in his head.

"Your bill for two months is due. Who will clear it, your father?"

He kept driving.

"Star. Face. Race."

"How can I be star with this name?"

"Hey where are you going? This is the stars makeup room."

Bankotsu got out of the car. The film crew came up to him.

"Welcome sir."

"Dude, what a location, check it out. This wide open space."

Bankotsu looked at the makeup room that belonged to Kagome.

"Hey, I am a star too."

"Shikininto, come with us. I'll show you the makeup room," the director insisted. "The second floor on this building," Bankotsu said. "Right," answered the director. "But how did you know?" Bankotsu shrugged.

Bankotsu looked back at another building. This one looked even more familiar to him. He walked over there. The first thing he noticed was the crack in the window. It looked like it was made by a rock. He walked on the steps to the door and went to put his hand into the crack in the window.

Just as he was about to touch it, Bankotsu got a picture in his head of a girl behind the door, pounding against it, trapped in a fire. Bankotsu screamed and backed away from the door. "Wow. Creepy dude. Wow."

Bankotsu turned around when he heard a voice. "Sir, the shooting is back there." Bankotsu nodded. "Yeah, yeah." He took another look at the window. "Damn."

Shooting

Bankotsu wore his superhero costume. "God, I am so hot. Babes, what kind of costumes do you make. You torture the actors. I am a star."

The girls touched his hair. Bankotsu sighed. "Don't touch my hair please. And what's the reason of wearing this underwear over the costume? What is this?"

"Dude, you are a superhero. Loveman," the director reminded Bankotsu. "Oh please I feel more like a moron man."

"Come on Bankotsu, Spiderman and Superman wear it like that."

"Okay, okay. And anyways, this is my last shot. You know I don't do retakes."

"That's right. Now we are starting."

Everyone walked behind the cameras. "Action."

A girl stood out on the balcony. "Loveman, save me." Bankotsu looked up. "Loveman to the rescue."

Bankotsu flew. His cape was attached to a rope. The rope was attached to the buildings. As Bankotsu moved, it looked like he was really flying. Bankotsu flew to the balcony.

The girl smiled. "Loveman…." Bankotsu pointed to himself. "To the rescue. Come, fly with me.' Bankotsu held onto the girl as they both flew down and landed safely on the ground. "So baby did you have fun?"

"Yes."

"Come on, let's dance."

Just as they were about to dance, rain fell. "Aww. What the fish. Why don't they check with the weather guy?"

A man followed behind Bankotsu with an umbrella. They walked inside the building. "I don't believe this." Bankotsu looked outside. "Hey hero, go bring me coffee."

The 'hero" went.

As Bankotsu watched him leave, he heard a door slam. He walked down the hallway. "Hello. Who's there dude? Hello. Anyone here?'

He walked farther down the hall. Suddenly, the lights turned on. Bankotsu gasped. He walked by a room. It looked familiar to him. He opened the door to see a girl inside, throwing papers. Though she didn't seem real. She looked…blurry. Bankotsu took little steps closer to her.

A man walked to the girl. He also looked blurry. They looked like they were fighting but Bankotsu couldn't hear anything. The girl held out her hand. Bankotsu was about to touch it but then he saw another man. The man was looking at the two through the vents. It was…him.

The door opened.

"Sir…"

Bankotsu gasped.

"What are you doing here?"

Bankotsu looked around him. Everything changed. the room was all dusty and everything was covered in sheets. Bankotsu shook his head and hurried out of the room.

Outside

Bankotsu was about to get into his car but then he saw something on the ground in front of the mansion with the crack in the window in the door. He walked over to it and picked it up. It was a snow globe. As soon as Bankotsu picked it up, it played a musical tune. Bankotsu stared at the snow globe.