Twelve Hours

He could feel tension radiating off him as he sat perfectly still behind her. His body wanted to tremble as the music started and that voice crawled into his ear drum. He flexed his fingers on her leg, willing himself to remain perfectly still.

She was as beautiful as he remembered. Enough to make a goddess envious. Her martial dance was full of fire and strength, threatening to draw him out of his current role and throw him into Rusu's belligerent need. Her voice pulled him back.

"It would've been better if it were black. And torn." Setsu sighed, her eyes narrowing. "Maybe some blood there-- nii-san, it's not fair. Your costume as BJ was so much better than mine."

Cain huffed under his breath, not answering immediately. She continued to stare at the small screen, her eyes clearly displaying disapproval.

He nuzzled her neck. "You're beautiful."

She leaned back into him fully, just as the other man walked onto the screen. He wanted to shut his eyes but found himself snared as she danced seemingly unaware of the other's encroaching presence. The man struck out suddenly; the two began to clash; her dance merging with his, their eyes locking and releasing alongside their limbs. Cain's breath came hard and fast through his nose, his lips pressed tight with the effort to not rip the phone out of her hands and fling it across the plane.

"Nii-san," she whispered to him, pointing at the screen. "Look at my eyes."

He forced his focus away from the intertwined bodies to her face.

"They only saw you," she said, leaning her head to the side. Her hair fell off her shoulders, exposing beautiful bare skin as perfect as in the video. "Make it true." Her voice was husky. "Mark me now. Make me yours the way I imagined when we filmed."

His breath caught in his throat, the on-screen tension suddenly filling his gut with need as he let the truth roll over him that every glance, every sharp breath, every evidence of lust seen on her face as she fought was for him and him alone. She filled his senses; even the lyrics sung in that voice resonated within him as a message only for her and her nii-san. The action on-screen hit its climax as the white-clad man drew her down, pulling her close. Cain growled under his breath and claimed her neck with his lips, pouring his passion for her body and soul into his kiss. The world would know she was his.

She gasped, the phone falling from her trembling fingers as she clasped his wrists instead. "Nii--" she muttered, the tender phrase falling short. Her fingers clenched and unclenched around his arms, soft sounds drawn from her as he sucked, losing himself in her.

"...Mr. Hizuri? Ms. Mogami?" A flight attendant cleared her throat.

His mouth stilled its feverish movement across her skin.

Paper rustled in the aisle, the flight attendant shuffling their ticket stubs nervously. "Kindly follow the directives the pilot has given. We cannot begin take off procedures until you are both secured in your seat restraints." She swallowed hard and took a step back.

Kyoko had turned to stone in his lap. A memorial statue carved by primitive hands; her eyes wide and sightless, mouth a simple slit, fists mere lumps around his wrists, legs pressed together in perfect statuary modesty. Kuon lifted her stiff form off his lap and into her seat in one smooth motion, reaching over to buckle her in before buckling himself in.

He forced a smile at the attendant. Her ashen face betrayed it was a less than successful attempt to hide his bitterness at the interruption. "Perhaps more forewarning next time," he said under his breath.

"Mr. Hizuri, sir, the plane has been taxying for five minutes now. The pilot himself as well as three flight attendants have explained the need to secure yourself. A personal interruption was… unavoidable or we would have to break formation for take off and delay the flight."

Kuon nodded briskly, his face coloring slightly. Had he really been so consumed by her he'd blocked out everything going on around them? He glanced at his statuary girlfriend, placing his hand on her frozen knee. "Please accept our apologies," he said without elaboration.

The flight attendant blushed furiously and nodded, disappearing.

Kuon sighed. This was his fault. He had pushed to start acting as the siblings the moment they left regardless of what information was on their passports. If the trip was to be as the Heels, let it be the entire trip. But he knew it wasn't necessary or wise. Guam had been sufficient traveling as themselves and meeting with Miss Woods for disguise on-location.

He just loved the thrill of being Cain and Setsu together. Their time as this pair was limited with the release approaching daily, and he wasn't ready for it to end. Something about the edginess hit a craving within him, so very opposite the role of Tsuruga Ren he'd acted for too many years.

Kuon scoffed. Who was he kidding?

It was absolutely not the edginess. It was the fact the siblings held almost no personal boundaries for one another. It was the perfect excuse to touch her in public, to flaunt his very real jealousy, to be petty and needy and spoiled and have her indulge his every whim.

God, he loved being Cain.

And his selfishness may have just gotten both of them in very real trouble. If the flight attendant recognized either of their names and connected the dots skillfully enough, she could unravel the reveal of the Heels -- or of Tsuruga Ren.

Kuon bit his lip, looking over at Kyoko. It wasn't likely; the film had kept images of Cain Heel completely out of publication. The only glimpses of the villain in previews had been of bloodshot eyes or a dark shadow. His sister's existence hadn't even been picked up by tabloids yet, thanks to the diligence of Director Konoe. Moreover, Kyoko's stage name omitted her family name, and she looked so wildly different as Setsuka she was likely safe from any personal connection.

The only danger lay to Hizuri Kuon.

He reached over to pull her towards him in a comforting hug as the plane jerked into forward motion. If Kuon's name could possibly be tarnished by suddenly appearing in connection to the beautiful creature next to him -- let it be so. Worst case, he could ask her to marry him and really set the entertainment world on fire. Kuon grinned at the crazy idea, stroking her hair tenderly. The plane was gaining momentum quickly, but she remained stiff and hard as rock, her gaze fixated on nothingness.

"Kyoko?" he whispered, gently pressing his lips to her forehead. She didn't move. He furrowed his brow as the plane bumped roughly over the tarmac. He ruffled her hand in her hair, trying to draw her out with the simple gesture that had worked before. No response.

Kuon thought quickly. The freeze started with the sound of her legal name Mogami Kyoko. Kyoko had found herself suddenly called out and caught in extravagant P.D.A. — something Setsu would revel in but which would send Mogami-san into conniptions. The plane's wheels lifted off the ground and pressed the two back into their seats. He struggled against the sudden g-forces to turn his head to face hers to see her sitting astoundingly straight against the pressure of gravity and take off.

He needed to get Setsu back until Kyoko could have some privacy. "Sister," he said, roughening his voice to match Cain's. She blinked. It would work.

"Setsuka," he said, pressing his thumb against her lip ring and playing with it gently. She blinked again. Her chest began to move.

He leaned as close as he could within the seat's restraints, the plane still climbing rapidly. "She's gone…" he drew his thumb down from her mouth to run over the love bite he'd just made. "I think she saw it." She flinched, her hands uncurling. "But if you want to make sure," he said, hesitating as he moved his hand down over her shoulder. His eyes gleamed as he rested his hand on the coveted spot just below the neckline of her shirt. "I can always make another one."

Setsu's eyes opened, piercing him with their sudden alertness. The plane evened out at the height of its climb just in time for her to wrap her hands around his neck and pull his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Cain's eyes grew wide with shock. Her lips pressed against his, her breath rushing over his face. He could feel her lip ring as a hard nub interrupting the softness of their joining and had a sudden desire to suck on it.

She pulled back, her eyes half-closed. She licked her lips, swirling her tongue around the ring he'd fixated on. "Just as I thought," she said.

"Mmmm?" He found himself incapable of words, his chest heaving as he watched his sister. Her lips were already slightly swollen, as if they knew that moment should not have happened.

"Nii-san tastes just like I imagined you would on the beach that day."

Cain groaned and pulled her towards him, pressing her face into his chest tightly, wrapping his arms around her to protect her from lashing out with his need -- and protect him from hers.

"Sister," he said roughly. His mouth opened to say something more, but nothing came.

Setsu stroked his arm with her fingers. "Should we watch the video again?" she said teasingly. Cain grunted, flopping back onto the seat and dragging her with him.

She shifted in his arms, making herself more comfortable against his chest as she pulled out the remote from between their seats. "Or we could watch a slasher film. I love making fun of the killer. They only wish they were as deliciously scary as you, nii-san." Setsu flicked on the tv and started searching for a gore fest, her attention shifting rapidly away from their illicit kiss as if it were of little consequence.

He forced himself to follow her lead, making his body release itself from the iron grip of his will, relaxing his hold on her imperceptibly. She selected an indie film with the title scrawled in bones dripping with blackened, mutilated flesh and plugged her headphones in to the console, shifting to reach up and gently place one of the buds in his ear.

Cain's hand rested on her hip. Her high ponytail tickled his chin. Her shoulder dug gently into his ribs, a constant pressure reminding him of the reality of her presence. The bright flashes and sudden screams on screen gave him the perfect excuse for the way his heart hammered beneath her touch. He closed his eyes. The soundtrack of the slasher flick slammed into his ears but his inner vision was filled with her skin, her lips, her neck. Cain sank lower in his seat, resting his head on hers.

"I love you," he whispered. Setsu's eyes remained on the flashing screen, but her hand reached over and tugged off his glove, winding her fingers around his.

"I love you too, nii-san," she said softly.

The twelve hour flight passed in a blur, his senses fading in and out of sleep and satisfaction in her warmth pressed against him. They left the privacy curtain tightly shut most of the time, opening it to call the attendant only once to ask for an entire stash of food and drinks. Setsu snacked on the food, feeding him tidbits from her plate and elbowing him when he tried to refuse. Occasionally the pair would shift positions, one rising and the other lowering, Cain's head resting on her shoulder, his feet in the aisle, Setsu's head nestled on his broad chest with her legs tucked up — but never breaking the link of physical touch.

The call for descent caught them by surprise; sleepy eyes fluttering open to glance at each other. Cain patted her head gently, his thumb brushing her temple. "Home, sister."

She smiled lazily and stretched. "Home is where you are, nii-san." His gaze back was warm, a stark contrast to his dark, ripped clothes and travel-weary features. The cabin lights came on suddenly, fellow passengers' noises interrupting the peace of their ark.

Cain stood first when the plane came to a halt, cold disdain falling on him like a mantle as his height breached the walls of their section and his eyes fell over other men and women. Each and every one was a source of irritation — their watchful eyes making assumptions and judgments where they held no authority. Setsu was his.

Her small hand fell on his arm as she rose, the touch reminding him that as long as she was beside him no one could touch their peace. She was the key. He grabbed their luggage from the attendant with the carefully averted eyes and waited for Setsu to fall in step in front of him. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked, their rhythm matching the swish of her ponytail. Her wake was where he belonged.

The customs officer stared at them, looking back and forth from their passport photos to their faces, his jaw dropped. He squinted; cocked his head; rubbed his jaw.

Cain finally had pity on him and smiled, pushing his fringe to the side to mimic Kuon's hairstyle. Setsu smiled as well, raising her fingers in bunny ears. The officer blinked, shook his head as if clearing away cobwebs, then opened his mouth.

"Duration of stay?"

"Two weeks."

"Purpose of stay?"

"Promotional meetings for our film production. And meeting family."

"Destination?"

"London, staying at the Mandarin."

The officer paused, his eyes briefly scanning their unorthodox garb, then nodded.

"Kuon Hizuri and Kyoko Mogami, welcome to the United Kingdom."

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A/N: HERE WE GOOOOOO also poor Sho still waiting for someone to pick up. BUT HEELS, so he's gotta wait. I haven't been feeling well — something about this giant BABY still stuck inside me — and your reviews and input have been amazing encouragement. Thank you!!

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