Scheming

A/N: LMAO. Guess who's on a plane to NYC and is actually writing fanfiction? This girl (though by the time this is published, I am on a plane back at home in LA but I digress)! You're also now reading the words of professional. I say pro because I actually have my BA in English now. SO yeah. Life update. Onward!

Time to catch up with the KyokoRen Prompts for 2017 to prepare for the new year's week! KyokoRen week July 6th-12h!

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Seeing President Lory Takarada around the LME building isn't anything particularly unusual. When you've been in the industry long enough, you live to hear the rumors. The LME President is "eccentric" and "odd." When you've been managing the LME talent for going on five years-you start to experience the rumors. So I thought I'd seen it all:

Arabian Nights Month complete with singing belly dancers? Check.

Two Weeks of Alligator Hunting (complete with screaming part-timers)? Check.

And who could forget the day he brought Natsu the Anaconda into the office (complete with some part-timers that actually quit)? Definitely check. Check plus, even.

But seeing the president sitting outside the infamous LoveMe room wearing the descript clothes of a LME janitor was beyond suspicious. It bordered on scandalous.

"Uh, President Takarada?"

"Shhh..."

I pause. Part of me knows that listening to him is the rational thing to do. He's my boss. And yet at the same time... If he's scheming...outside the LoveMe! Room... something is bound to be transpiring inside. So against my better judgement, I crouch next to President Takarada and wait. For what?

I could only imagine.

The dedication the President has put into a LoveMe! Is only paralleled by the amount of effort he has put into screwing with their personal lives. After all, the main point of the section is to allow the young talents to rediscover the love that has, at sometime left them. It actually seems that the newest member, Amiyama-san, seems to be making more progress than the originating members. So something tells me that whatever is going through President Takarada's head right now does not involve that particular young actress. Even Kotonami-san is unlikely, considering her problem is more likely to be solved in house and more likely to be solved on a set or with Kyoko. That-and I'm pretty sure Kyoko said Kotonami-san was filming all day today.

It only left one option. Excitement built in my gut and a loud squeal from inside the room confirmed my suspicion. Inside is Kyoko. It's been almost a year and a half since the LoveMe! Section was established and Kyoko proves time after time that she's the most stubborn out of the group. And while I'm confident that my own client will finally come to his sense and help her, I'm far more interested in seeing Takarada's method of expediting the situation.

"You two look like you're waiting to peek into a women's restroom."

The President and I wave our hands, synchronized. "Shhhh..."

Tsuruga Ren walks up behind us. I had forgotten that I was technically on my way to meet him. If there was an impending meeting, perhaps we would be in trouble for my distraction. However it was the end of the day and all Ren and I had left was a planning meeting for tomorrow. Then home.

And maybe, if it wasn't President Takarada crouched next to me, Ren might be annoyed with me. Instead, he just had to deal with it. Around LME, Takarada's antics border on law. "What are you two doing?" He pauses. "Was that Mogami-san that I heard screaming in there?"

The president's lips curl into a smile. "Maybe."

Ren's stature shifts and his aura changes. Suspicion morphs into outright panic. He steps around us and swings the door of the LoveMe! Room open. What I see inside made my jaw drop in complete and utter awe. Is that-

"Tsuruga-san, what have you done?" Kyoko's voice screeches at an incredible volume the moment she lays eyes on Ren. But the door closes behind him, and I can only hear a murmur of his response. Probably denying that he had anything to do with the chaos in the Love Me! room.

"Were those..." My voice trails off and I'm left unsure of how to finish the question. There is no doubt about what was in the room. Flowers. As far as the eye could see. Flowers.

President Takarada nods, humming my confirmation.

I blink. "How many?"

He giggles (yes, giggles). "As many as I could fit. Bought out two entire florist shops for the occasion."

I nod, unsure how to process the information. In my head, another question still remains: Why? But I don't want to ask it. It's almost more fun without knowing the situation or the plan. I instead stayed silent and waited.

And I didn't have to wait long.

"I bought all the flowers and they were all signed 'from your secret admirer.' All of them. Except one." He snorts. "There was one that was signed. I left that one in her locker. Bigger than the bouquet that Fuwa Sho brought her on Valentine's day."

I glance at him. Who told him? But his eyes gleam with secrets. He has eyes everywhere. I should know that by now. Heck, it was probably Ogata-san. "And it was 'signed' by who?"

He just laughs and continues to stare at the door. I turn back to the door and remember the look on Kyoko's face when she saw Ren. Her face was red and flushed and Ren knew absolutely nothing. I smile. That bouquet, the one in her locker, could have only been signed by one person.

~FIN~

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