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26.Evaluation

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"Okay, good! That's a wrap!" director Takahashi announced in her carrying voice. "That's enough for today, thank you for your hard work, everyone!"

A chorus of otsukaresama filled the room, in response to the director's words.

"Also to remind you all, there will be no filming tomorrow! Instead this studio will be used for taking the promotional photographs for our show. So, the actors and the staff at costumes and make up will have to show up tomorrow. Is that clear?"

"Yeeees." drawled on the members of the staff and the cast alike.

"Wanna go grab a drink after work?" Kouji asked Himeko.

"Sorry, Kouji-kun. I made plans to eat a dinner out with my husband today," the popular idol declined. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"That's a date, then," Kouji grinned.

Mitsuo was stealing discreet glances at Izumi, while Taiki had pulled Noriko into his lap, where the shy actress sat, blushing redder than ever.

Satsuki sat down on a nearby chair and sighed in relief. As much as she loved 'Kagome', it was just plain uncomfortable to spend the whole long day wearing the wig and the contact lenses… Not to even mention the stupid school uniform with its stupid little skirt.

Still, it could be worse… Satsuki glanced at the tall charismatic actor who was currently busy talking with Morikawa-san. He had to wear contacts too, and his wig was even longer and heavier than hers. Adding to that were the fake nails that must have been getting in the way more often than not. And if all that was not enough, he had to wear armour as part of his costume. Besides, the fur pelt he had to wear on his shoulder was ridiculously heavy. Satsuki knew, she once had to take her costume back to the storage racks by herself and had seen 'Sesshoumaru's' costume in full on a nearby rack. She had not been able to resist petting to soft white fur, but lifting the damn thing off the rack had not been an easy feat.

'Still,' she thought to herself, 'I've never once heard him complain. Maybe Morikawa-san had it right when he said Narita was serious about his work…'

Satsuki flinched as she suddenly realised the object of her observation was staring right back at her. She gulped and hastily got up, rushing away from the studio, and away from Narita Ken.

If only she had been so lucky.

Just as her hand wrapped around the door knob of her dressing room, she heard a smooth low voice speak right behind her.

"So, did you see anything you liked, Yukino-san?"

Satsuki bit her lip before she promptly turned the knob and slipped into the dressing room, slamming the door to his face.