Disclaimer: Mai-Hime belongs to Sunrise.
CHAPTER 6
JAPAN: DAY 2
TAPING DAY: 1
The raven haired young director clad in powder blue v-neck t-shirt found herself sitting on a foldable chair beneath a portable tent that was set up few minutes ago by the crews. Her denim clad legs were crossed as she sipped her dark caffeinated drinks.
She was one of those people who prefer comfort over fashion. Her main reason being she stayed behind the camera so, she did not see the need for fancy dresses that might only get in the way of her job. Add the fact that her choice of transportation was not quite convenient for someone who was wearing skirt or dress.
Her emerald orbs were scanning their taping area. They were currently in the outskirt of Tokyo but the venue wasn't that far. It was a small laid back town where it seemed like modern civilization and technology had not reached this place. Small traditional Japanese houses were lined in an array. Crowd control was also not an issue since there were only few residences in the area. Movie crews clad in black shirt with the word "CREW" printed in bold white letters were scampering around setting tents and preparing the set. Cameras were already in place. Everything was ready. Well almost ready because as of the moment they were still waiting for one soul to arrive. Unfortunately that one soul was too important that they cannot start filming without its presence.
Emerald orbs retrieved her personalized bluish-green-cased iPhone from the front pocket of her denim jeans. She slid the phone to check the time. "It's 8:09AM already. She's more than an hour late and yet it is still the freakin' first day of taping. Way to be unprofessional." She grumbled as she uncrossed her denim jeans clad legs and stomped her boots on the ground before standing.
"Where are you going, Natsuki?" The orange haired manager asked when she noticed the raven haired young director standing abruptly. She was sitting next to the raven haired young director, fumbling with her iPad until she was brought out of her reading by the sudden jerking of the raven haired young director.
"We've been delayed for more than an hour. I'm going to ask her manager where the hell that woman is. She's freakin' irresponsible." The raven haired young director replied looking at the still seated orange haired manager to her right. She returned her phone back to its confinement before scanning the area in search for a certain blonde manager.
"Natsuki, she might have been caught in traffic or probably lost her way here." The orange haired manager tried to be the voice of reason, her iPad settling on her lap as she looked up at the raven haired young director.
"I doubt that, Mai. Why didn't she even come with her manager? Besides, there's GPS so, there's no way in hell that she will be lost." The raven haired young director retorted, emerald orbs still scanning the area.
"Don't be too hard on her, Natsuki. It's still the first day." The orange haired manager replied before turning her gaze towards the busy crews in front of her.
"Exactly, Mai. It's the first day and she's effin' late! She's the one being hard, Mai. Not me." The raven haired young director replied, her husky voice rising in volume. Her emerald orbs finally caught a glance of the blonde manager and the brown haired producer who seemed to be in a heated discussion. "There they are. I am going, Mai." She finished before striding towards the two women.
"She's getting worse." The blonde manager hissed as she kept dialing a number in her personalized iPhone.
Her irritation was elevating when only recorded voice mails were heard from the other line. "Viola Shizuru. I cannot attend to you at the moment. Kindly leave your message after the beep." It was the nth time that she tried calling the tawny haired superstar but not a single one was answered.
Had that tawny haired superstar not happened to be her childhood friend, she wouldn't give a damn with whatever the tawny haired superstar wished to do with her life. That tawny haired superstar can kill herself or waste her showbiz career for all she cared. Unfortunately for her, she had made a promise that she had no intention of breaking anytime soon. Especially when that promise was made to an already deceased man whom she had regarded highly. Though she might not admit it to anybody even if her life depended on it, she cared deeply for the welfare of said tawny haired superstar. She had her own personal reasons for sticking to her childhood friend no matter what happens.
"Haruka-san, we need to be more patient. She might be on her way now." The spectacled brown haired producer tried to pacify the blonde manager who might explode soon, judging from the profuse tapping of her foot on the ground and the gritting of the teeth as she gripped the phone dangerously on her hand that it will not be a wonder if the innocent item will break any time sooner.
The spectacled brown haired producer was also getting alarmed by the tawny haired superstar's behavior but unlike her childhood friend before her, she handled things calmly. She had a cool head lest she might have already given up on their childhood friend. She was doing her best to keep the tawny haired superstar's career stable. This she was willing to do at any cost. She never cared whether the movie will be a blockbuster or not. She just had to make sure that such tawny haired superstar will be kept busy lest the latter will completely fall into the pit of darkness which might lead her to losing her career or worse be like those celebrities who drowned themselves in dangerous vices. She had witnessed a lot of young celebrities that had fallen into the evil claws of alcohol, smoke, sex, heroine, narcotics, and other prohibited drugs. The last thing that she wanted was to see her childhood friend shrunk into wasted talent.
"She's not picking up her phone, Yukino! She might have switched it to silent moan again. That woman is really passing me off!" The blonde manager yelled, snapping her attention towards the ever composed producer. Her iPhone gripped tightly on her side now.
"It's 'silent mode' and 'pissing me off', Haruka-san." The spectacled brown haired producer corrected her childhood friend. The blonde manager mixed up some of her words often times. Her doing the correction was not something unusual.
"That's what I said, Yukino!" The blonde manager blurted, crossing her arms.
"Where's Ms. Viola, Suzushiro-san?" The raven haired young director asked when she reached the two women.
"That woman might still be scooping in her penthouse! She's not picking up any of my calls." The blonde manager replied looking at the raven haired young director.
"Suzushiro-san meant 'snoozing', Director Kruger." The spectacled brown haired producer interjected when she saw the confused look on the raven haired young director.
"Why weren't you with her? Aren't you supposed to arrive here with her?" The raven haired young director asked the question that she had in mind since the moment she saw the blonde manager came to the venue without any trace of the tawny haired superstar's existence.
"She usually comes to the set on her own. She's never been this indispensable before! I don't even know what's going on in that head of hers!" The blonde manager fired, this time she was really agitated.
"It's 'irresponsible', Haruka-san." The spectacled brown haired producer corrected.
"That's what I said, Yukino! That Viola." The blonde manager roared, huffing as she looked at the spectacled brown haired producer.
"Calm down, Haruka-san. Let's just wait for a little more." The ever patient spectacled brown haired producer tried soothing the now fuming blonde manager. She turned her attention to the raven haired young director who now looked pensive with slim eyebrows furrowing. "I apologize for the delay, Director Kruger. Viola-san might be on her way as we speak."
"Does she always come this late to the taping?" The raven haired young director inquired no one in particular as she pondered on some thoughts.
"No, Director Kruger. She seldom does but when she does, it is usually due to some circumstances beyond her." The brown haired producer spoke, recounting those times when the tawny haired superstar was late.
"I see." The raven haired young director muttered before an idea struck her. "Can I have her number?" She asked but the two women just looked at each other before looking at her direction as if hesitant. "I am going to fetch her. I just need to know her location. I need her number to track her." The raven haired young director explained.
"Here." The blonde manager offered her phone towards the raven haired young director, the tawny haired superstar's mobile number flashed on the screen.
The raven haired young director retrieved her phone before tapping on its screen to input the numbers before returning the blonde manager's phone. "Here, thanks!"
"Hmn." The blonde manager hummed her answer as she retrieved her mobile phone back.
She saved the number under the name 'Shizuru Viola'. She fumbled with her tracking application and after a few seconds the location was flashed on her phone's screen. "She's still in her penthouse. I'm going to get her now." She announced before turning on heels towards the other direction.
"Do you think Shizuru-san will allow her to enter, Haruka-san?" The spectacled brown haired producer mused out loud, looking at the raven haired young director's retreating back.
"Viola has no choice." The blonde manager replied shortly albeit vaguely as she returned her phone to its confinement.
"What do you mean, Haruka-san?" The spectacled brown haired producer asked, not understanding what the blonde manager meant. Her head turned towards the blonde manager beside her.
"I gave her Viola's address key to her penthouse." The blonde replied as a matter-of-factly, looking at the surprised brown haired producer beside her before continuing. "I know she'll soon get worse. I just didn't expect it to be this soon." She paused before continuing. "That director is something. I just hope she won't disappoint me." She finished, her eyes glued to the raven haired young director's retreating back.
"Let's keep our fingers crossed, Haruka-san." The spectacled brown haired producer replied without correcting the blonde manager's mixed up of the word 'address' and 'access'. She knew the blonde manager to be a very careful person. She was not a very trusting woman. For the raven haired young director to easily earn the confidence of the blonde manager, the latter might have really seen something in her. Whatever it is, the brown haired producer did not bother to ask for she knew that she'll never get any answer to that.
After a few minutes of over speeding, some swift overtaking here and there, and death defying ride, the raven haired young director reached her destination. She dismounted her bike and discarded her helmet before striding towards the building, a purpose in mind. Ignoring the receptionists, she immediately proceeded to the elevator punching the floor number 27.
The elevator was fashioned in a cylindrical-shaped glass making it possible for anyone inside to see the view around and down below. This elevator was highly discouraged for anyone with fear of heights lest they might end up fainting even before reaching their desired floor. But the raven haired director wasn't even in the slightest perturbed by it. She liked playing with danger after all. That was judging from her choice of vehicle and her mad driving speed.
After less than a minute of being suspended in the air, she reached the last floor of the building. She made a quick stop at her unit to retrieve the item that she needed. Now, she was standing in front of the entrance to the Wing A Penthouse in the 27th floor, a purple access key card in her right hand. She swiped the card hastily and the door creaked open.
"The same interior design with my unit huh." She commented as she regarded the unit interior a glance. Her emerald orbs scanned the unit in search for a certain tawny haired superstar but she was disappointed when she saw none in the living area nor in the balcony. "Not here. Not there. That left me with the…bedroom." She thought before going down the five flights of stairs, the same curvy-shaped swimming pool welcomed her but knowing where the bedroom should be, she continued her strides forward. She reached the bedroom door, swinging it open without even bothering to knock.
The raven haired young director got her first surprise for the day, for immaculately settled on the velvet red queen-sized bed was the tawny haired superstar in all her majestic glory leaning on the headboard of the bed. A small book held in her right hand as her crimson orbs were poured on it. She was still clad in her Victoria's Secret limited edition black lacy lingerie, her last night's clothing when she paid the raven haired director's assigned quarter a visit. The velvet red comforter was draped down her waist covering her lower half but exposing her bra-clad upper torso.
The view would have been admirable and enchanting had it presented itself in any other circumstance. For the tawny haired superstar was leisurely reading her book without a care in the world like she was in some kind of a summer escapade where time did not matter at all. Unfortunately, this time was different for the raven haired young director was now fuming upon seeing such display of irresponsible attitude. It also did not help that said tawny haired superstar did not even bat an eye on her direction, giving no acknowledgement to her presence.
"Is this woman fuckin' kidding me!? We're waiting for her for more than one god damn freakin' hour and here she is lazily bumming around like she does not have a fucking taping to do!" The raven haired young director grumbled in her thought as her emerald orbs glared at the unperturbed tawny haired superstar. "And now she's freakin' acting like I don't even exist! Aarrgghh! Just how fucked up could she be?" She paused when a realization struck her. "I don't fuckin' have the time for these little shits!"
The raven haired young director, having wasted enough time, decided to calm her raging nerves knowing that the tawny haired superstar was a lost case. Desperate case requires desperate measures.
"Get up." The raven haired young director ordered sternly, her husky voice filled with authority leaving no room for argument. She started approaching the tawny haired superstar as she glued her emerald orbs like her stare could make the tawny haired superstar move from her bed.
But the tawny haired superstar ignored her as she continued turning the page of her book to another.
"Now, giving me the cold shoulder huh? Brat." The raven haired director thought disapprovingly, her face hardening as her slim eyebrows furrowed.
"Don't make me repeat my words, woman." she continued as she calmly stood to the left side of the tawny haired superstar who was still not looking at her.
"Really testing my patience, huh." She thought as she grabbed the book from the tawny haired superstar's hand, effectively making the woman look at her with glaring crimson orbs.
"You have read enough for the day. Now, get dressed." She ordered as she hovered above the tawny haired superstar throwing the book towards her left. The book landed perfectly on the nightstand of the bed. Her emerald orbs were glued to that of the tawny haired superstar's crimson ones.
Where did these long patience of hers come from? The raven haired young director did not know. Had it been other person she would have barked at her the moment she entered the room.
"My, my. Here I thought the righteous Director Kruger is appalled by me."The tawny haired superstar stated, looking at the raven haired young director's emerald orbs. "I wonder what she is doing in the presence of a repelling woman like me." She finished, a hint of bitterness lacing her voice.
"So, this is about what happened last night, huh?" The raven haired young director fired as her patience and self-restraint started getting loose, slipping from her hands like loose sand.
When the tawny haired superstar did not reply but instead just stared at her with a raised eyebrow, she burst. "Look, woman. I don't fuckin' care if you hate my guts now. Hell, you can even loathe me all you want for all I care. I don't mix my professional business with my life's drama. But for God's sake be professional and take responsibility! Do you even have the slightest idea how many people out there are depending on this project!? Not every crew you have there has the luxurious life you have. They have families to feed. Time matters to them. To us." The raven haired young director fumed, her right hand was pointing to the open door's direction like those people that she was referring to was in their presence. "If you take this shit for your own little entertainment then, for goodness sake stop being a selfish brat!" She finished, her face hardening as she stared at those crimson orbs.
"Does Director Kruger really think that I am not aware of those matters?" The tawny haired superstar barked like her intelligence had just been insulted.
"You knew but you still chose to lay there while they freakin' wait for you for hours!?" The raven haired young director retorted, her husky voice filled with incredulity. "Fine! If you really hate me that much then, let me tell you. The moment Director Zhang will be capable of taking over this project, you'll never see my face again. Ever. You have my word. Do you really think that I want to be here? My life is in New York for crying out loud but for some unfortunate event I have to be here. For now you're stuck with me. So, please bear with it." She finished looking straight at those crimson orbs, meaning for her to understand and see reasons.
"I never asked for Director Kruger to come here neither did I want to take part in this movie!" The tawny haired superstar stubbornly fired, not backing up. Crimson orbs glaring at the towering raven haired young director to the right side of the bed. Although she felt a light tug on her heart upon hearing about the raven haired young director's being temporarily handling the project. She did not know much about the details. Neither did she care at all.
"Then, you're giving me no choice, woman! If I have to drag you there then, I will." The raven haired young director said with conviction in her voice as she purposely strode towards the tawny haired superstar.
Without any warning, she scooped the now startled tawny haired superstar from her comfortable bed. She carried the woman in bridal-style with practiced ease like she was carrying a light feather. Her right arm was wrapped around the tawny haired superstar's shoulders as her left arm supported the latter's folded legs. She had her fit lifestyle to thank for that and the superstar being inherently light weighed herself helped a lot.
"What does Director Kruger think she is doing?" The tawny haired superstar asked, her crimson orbs glaring at the raven haired young director's face which was now a few inches away from her.
"You hear me right, woman. I'm bringing you to the set." The raven haired young director said sternly as she strode out of the bedroom. "But before that, I need to give you a bath. We don't want you stinking in the taping set now, do we?" She said as mischievous glint crossed her emerald orbs, looking down at the now panic-stricken crimson orbs.
"Put me down!" The tawny haired superstar struggled from the raven haired young director's hold, realizing where they were heading to and the impending doom awaiting her.
"No. Will you fuckin' stay still!?" The raven haired young director barked, looking down at the wiggling tawny haired superstar as she strode purposely, her mind already made up. She secured her hold not wanting them to lose their balance lest they might end up toppling on each other.
"Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" The tawny haired superstar pounded her fists on her captor's strong shoulder, legs wiggling. But her resistance was futile when faced with a very determined raven haired young director.
"Well, as you wish, Ms. Viola." The raven haired young director said before finally releasing the tawny haired superstar from her hold. A seemed-to-be-out-of-place smile was plastered on her beautiful face.
Fall*Splash!
The raven haired young director threw the tawny haired superstar inside the curvy pool. The tawny haired superstar was not making things easy for her. She doubted she can make the woman take a bath in the normal and ordinary way given how she reacted during their conversation. Her mind, in an attempt to come up with some quick solution, ended up with this. Add the fact that her little immature side shouted for some revenge against said woman.
"Enjoying your little bath, Ms. Viola?" The raven haired young director smirked as she looked down at the tawny haired superstar.
"Help!" The tawny haired superstar struggled as she emerged from the water before being drowned again. Her limbs flailing desperately to keep her head out of the water.
Bloc*Bloc*Bloc*Bubbles* Bubbles*Bubbles*
"Please!" She cried for help as she emerged once again before she found herself being pulled down again.
Bloc*Bloc*Bloc* Bubbles* Bubbles*Bubbles*
"Help!" She yelled again as water came rushing to her mouth making her swallow a lungful.
Bloc*Bloc*Bloc* Bubbles* Bubbles*Bubbles*
"Hel…" She once again tried but she was starting to lose the energy to keep herself afloat. Her state of panic was not helping her at all.
"Oh, come on, Ms. Viola. I've seen better acting than that." The raven haired young director said nonchalantly, not believing the tawny haired superstar even in the slightest. Arms on her hips as her emerald orbs looked down at the struggling tawny haired superstar.
When she did not hear any response but the constant struggling of the tawny haired superstar, her slim eyebrows furrowed. The tawny haired superstar stopped struggling as her body started drowning.
"Shit! She's not fuckin' faking it." The raven haired young director cursed before plunging herself to the pool without having any second thought. In a matter of seconds, she reached the now unconscious tawny haired superstar. "Viola! Viola! Wake up, Viola." She tried calling the tawny haired superstar as she secured her in her hold. "Damn it! Answer me, Viola." She cursed before hastily bringing the unconscious superstar out of the pool.
She gently laid her near the pool. With practiced ease, she started the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Removing some wet tawny mane that stuck to the woman's face before prying open the unconscious superstar's mouth as she blew air into it. "Come on, Viola." Her strong hands were exerting pressure on the lower region of the woman's body below her mounds in intervals in an attempt to get the water out of her system. "Damn it! Wake up!"She cursed as she kept doing her routine. Her body started to panic as her mind screamed for the worst outcome if she will fail in her task. She once again pried opened the unconscious superstar's mouth before blowing oxygen therein. "Viola, wake up." She kept exerting pressure on the lower region of the woman's body below her mounds. "Please wake up." She begged as guilt started eating her entire being. Her hands were still expertly doing their job despite the feeling of panic that started creeping into.
"Cough* Cough*." The tawny haired superstar later on jerked as she started coughing out the pool water that entered her system.
"Thank goodness." The raven haired director heaved a breath of relief upon seeing this, she herself was gasping for air. She tried gaining some energy as the resuscitation took a lot from her. Slowly, she guided the conscious tawny haired superstar to a sitting position. She stayed behind her as she helped the woman, allowing the superstar to lean her head on her right shoulder. The now weak tawny haired superstar was secured between her legs.
"I'm sorry." She whispered to the shaking tawny haired superstar in her arms. She looked down and her heart sunk at the sight as her emerald orbs dilated before a look of utter guilt crossed her beautiful feature.
There in her arms was the tawny haired superstar reduced to a cowering woman whose lips were quivering in fear as her crimson orbs dilated in panic and fear. Not knowing what to do, she pulled the tawny haired superstar closer to her, causing said woman's head to be buried in her neck.
"I'm really sorry." The raven haired young director whispered again, guilt lacing her voice as she held the tawny haired superstar closer to her. "I'm sorry." She whispered again as she held the tawny haired superstar's head with her left hand.
The tawny haired superstar remained unresponsive for a few seconds until she abruptly stood up, harshly pushing the raven haired young director's body away from her in the process.
"Director Kruger should never do that again." She said coldly as she tried composing herself. She did not expect the raven haired young director to have such magnitude of hatred against her. Not to mention the fact that that said director did not believe her when she tried asking for help.
The tawny haired superstar was now hovering above the raven haired young director who was looking up at her with guilty eyes. The raven haired young director's left arm that was swatted away was stretched behind her, pressing the tiled poolside. Her right elbow settled above her right folded leg as she sat there, not surprised at the tawny haired superstar's reaction. She was at fault after all.
"I wish to do nothing for the day. Help yourself in finding your way out." The tawny haired superstar said before turning on her heels. As if remembering something she halted in her steps, her back was still turned towards the raven haired young director. "Do yourself a favor and never mention this to my manager or my producer." And just like that she proceeded to her bedroom's direction, willing every ounce of energy that her weak body can provide to help her reach her desired destination without her body giving up.
The raven haired young director was left looking at nothingness as the tawny haired superstar finally got inside her bedroom. Dejectedly she stood up and weaved her way out of the tawny haired superstar's living quarter.
The tawny haired superstar collapsed on her bed, not giving a care about her drenched body as it hit the red velvet soft bed. Her body was drained of all energy as she shivered in fear. Flashbacks of airplane crashing down to the deep blue ocean came rushing to her. Suddenly she felt like she was brought back to the time when the accident happened. She found her lungs shouting for much needed oxygen as she seemed to relive being drowned in the vast ocean. Her crimson orbs stared at the ceiling as her arms were lying limply to her sides, chest heaving fast. Slowly, out of her own volition, her body succumbed to oblivion as she lost consciousness once again.
The raven haired young director found herself inside her living quarter. She changed her drenched clothes to a new set of dry ones before proceeding back to the taping venue. As much as she was sorry for the unfortunate event, she still had a job to do. Not wanting to make those crews wait any further, she grabbed her miraculously still functioning iPhone and keys from the nightstand before going her way out of her unit and eventually out of the building towards her destination.
"Where's Viola?" The blonde manager inquired when she saw the raven haired young manager walking towards them without any sign of a certain tawny haired superstar anywhere near her.
"She's not feeling well. We'll start shooting the scenes where her appearance is not needed." The raven haired young director answered, looking at the blonde manager.
"Did something happen, Director Kruger?" The perceptive spectacled brown haired producer inquired, noticing the raven haired young director's different set of clothing.
"Nothing, Kikukawa-san. We'll start shooting now. If you'll excuse me." The raven haired young director answered before turning on her heels towards her tent, effectively evading any further inquiries from the spectacled brown haired producer.
"That woman! She could have at least answered one of my calls." The blonde manager grumbled, crossing her arms in the process.
"Haruka-san, maybe Shizuru-san was resting. Now, let's give her the time to recuperate." The spectacled brown haired producer replied to ease the blonde manager. Her eyes turned towards the raven haired young director who was now barking orders.
The raven haired young director stood behind a screen showing all the views of the cameramen's captured frames as they were stationed on different spots. Headphones on her head for her to hear what was being recorded and a microphone attached to her mouth that served as communicator to those cameramen who were wearing the same filmmaking equipment.
What made Director Natsuki Kruger different from other directors? This genius young director was not just an ordinary director for aside from being the creative tyrant who oversaw and approved any aspect of the film production, she was also a cinematographer or director of photography who was the head of the lighting and camera department. Being the director of photography, she was the one who made crucial decisions about the feel and look of the movie. Whether it would be colored or black and white and whether the color will be vibrant and saturated or dull and faded should she preferred it to be colored. Will the movie be shot in digital or film? Will the cameras be omniscient and be wherever they need to be or will it be tied to a character, showing only a first person point of view thus, limiting the audience perspective to what the character was seeing. Will the movie go for a more realistic tone or an expressionist one? The roles of the creative tyrant director and cinematographer were merged inside the gorgeous body of this raven haired young director. That was why she was now facing a huge rectangular screen, her emerald orbs focused on the different angles and shot sizes that were captured by the different cameras installed on various location of the set.
"Camera lights, ready!?" The raven haired young director began. "Light reflectors!" She continued before. "We're rolling in three…two…one…Action!" She barked over the microphone.
"Scene 56. Take 1." A cheerful young lady holding a black rectangular-shaped film clapper announced.
Cameramen went behind cameras as they focused them on the scene in front, moving the equipment in slow motion whenever needed. They were currently taping a flashback scene.
The set was a small town where people were going on in their ordinary life. A small busy market was shown as people started moving. It was a scene depicting the daily lives of a small town where the protagonist of the movie lived.
A parade of black vehicles came screeching to a halt as people started scampering around, fearing the men that came out of the black vehicles.
"Camera 10, focus on the distance view of the vehicles. Camera 4, zoom in to the gang members. Camera 8, standby to focus on the group leader. Zoom in when he is out." The raven haired young director commanded over the microphone.
Men clad in black suit with samurai swords secured on their waists came out of the three black vehicles. Hands were on their samurai swords as they stood there with stoic face, facing the village as the villagers kept running for their dear lives, waiting for their leader to come out of the vehicle.
The camera zoomed in to the gang leader.
"Are you certain this is where Kiyo's whore lives?" The leader of the gang asked the man, who was currently in a bowing position, to his left and was holding a samurai sword in gold sheet above him for the leader to take.
"Yes, master!" The gang member replied, still bowing as her hands held out the offered weapon.
"Find the whore and bring her to me! Kill anyone who will get in the way." The gang leader ordered as he took the samurai sword and unsheathed it.
"Master, the Big Boss did not order for killing." One of the gang members interjected.
"You, fool! I will be your Big Boss soon. Father will be stepping down." The gang leader yelled before slashing the gang member's throat, leaving him bathing in his blood. Cold dead.
"Nobody dares to deny me of my desire! Kiyo rejected me because of that whore." The gang leader seethed as he wiped the blood from his samurai sword with his minion's cloth. The same gang member who offered him the samurai sword in gold sheath. "I'm certain Kiyo will come back to me when that whore is dead. Now, go find that bitch!" He barked once again.
"Yes, master!" The gang members yield in unison before striding forward.
Villagers scampered around some more as they parted like the red sea, giving way to the gang members before hiding in the safe confinement of their homes.
"Camera 1, 5, and 8, be on standby. The gang members are coming in. Zoom in after they kick the door open." The raven haired young director ordered as the view on the screens she was facing changed.
The screen showed doors being harshly kicked as the gang member broke into the villagers' houses.
"Camera 6, they're getting to Kiyo's lover. You're view is too close. Zoom out a little. Pan in to the gang member's face when Kiyo's lover will turn her head towards the door." The raven haired young director ordered over the microphone, her emerald orbs flicked to and fro the three screens showing the screen shots.
"There you are. You're coming with us, young lady." One of the gang members said before grabbing the teal haired young woman who was dressed in powder blue Yukata harshly out of the house.
"Don't touch me, bastard!" The teal haired young woman yelled as she wiggled from the hold.
"Cut!" The raven haired young director yelled over the microphone before striding hastily to the scene.
Everyone halted and the gang members released the teal haired young woman.
"Ms. Marguerite, that's not your line! Kiyo's lover is a fine young woman who does not curse! Have you forgotten your script!?" The raven haired young director barked. Everything was going well until the teal haired young woman screwed up in her script.
"This bastard is hurting me!" The teal haired young actress fired, pointing at the gang member who was scratching the back of his neck.
"I apologize, Marguerite-sama!" The extra, acting as gang member apologized, bowing his head.
"There's no need for that. You're just doing your job." The raven haired young director looked at the extra who was acting as the gang member before turning her attention back to the teal haired young actress. "That's not an excuse. They're gangsters. You don't expect them to be gentle on you. Besides how can you effectively be able to act out the hurting Kiyo's lover if they will not do that? Now, let's get back to shooting. Deliver your right lines this time. Do I make myself clear, Ms. Marguerite?" She said looking straight at the teal haired young actress.
"Yeah. Whatever." The teal haired young actress replied nonchalantly, hands gesturing like she did not care at all.
"Damn! Another bitch." The raven haired young director grumbled in her mind before continuing. "Camera lights, ready? Light reflector, focus on Kiyo's lover. All cameras set? We're resuming in three…two…one…Action!" The raven haired young director ordered as she stood behind a camera this time. The view of the scene flashed to her via a small rectangular frame.
"Scene 57. Take 2." A cheerful young lady, holding a black rectangular-shaped film clapper, announced.
"There you are. You're coming with us, young lady." One of the gang members said before grabbing the teal haired young woman who was dressed in powder blue Yukata harshly out of the house.
"Gentleman, I do not comprehend the reason behind this violence. Would you mind enlightening me?" The teal haired young actress said calmly as she tried to stand her ground without resisting.
"Master's order." The gang member replied shortly, eyes still focus in front as he kept dragging the woman by her left arm.
They reached the gang leader and he threw Kiyo's lover to his master's feet.
"Stupid bastard! That hurts!" The teal haired actress yelled, glaring at the gang member.
"Cut!" The raven haired young director once again interjected. She strode forward and hovered above the teal haired young actress, eyes narrowing. "Ms. Marguerite! How many times should I tell you to stay on the script? Don't keep wasting our time. Now, let's start again. Get up." The raven haired young director ordered before looking at the extra that was portraying the gang member. "Let's pick up where we paused. Throw her to the leader's feet again. I want no hesitation. Make it looks like real."
"Yes, Director Kruger." The extra acting as gang member bowed.
"Okay, everyone get ready! We're resuming in three…two…one…Action!" The raven haired young director barked again before going behind the camera, emerald orbs staring at the frame.
"Scene 57. Take 3." A cheerful young lady, holding a black rectangular-shaped film clapper, announced.
They reached the gang leader and he threw Kiyo's lover to his master's feet.
"Finally, our paths have crossed again, whore!" The gang leader fired as he towered above Kiyo's lover.
"I see. So you are the gentleman who is pursuing my lovely Kiyo." The teal haired young actress calmly spoke as she gracefully stood, facing the gang leader.
"Kiyo is mine! She will be mine once you are cold dead!" The gang leader yelled as he raised his samurai sword above the teal haired actress.
"You may send me to the underworld but you will never have my lovely Kiyo's heart, gentleman. May you find acceptance in your heart." The teal haired young actress said as she closed her eyes, resigning herself to the impending doom that awaited her.
The gang leader finally lowered his samurai sword, slicing through Kiyo's lover.
"Camera 1, zoom in the gang leader's face. Camera 3, focus on his full body." The raven haired young director ordered through the microphone.
The camera zoomed in to the gang leader's face as he laughed maniacally. Another camera captured him as he looked up the sky, his samurai sword in his right hand, as he spread his arms around him. Basking in his triumph and laughing evilly.
"Kiyo is mine! Mine. Mine. Mine alone." The gang leader uttered in a mantra before abruptly composing himself and looking at his minions. "Our business is done here. Let us depart. I want to prepare for my beloved Kiyo. I am certain, she will come to me and I will welcome her in my arms." He finished before getting inside the car once again.
"Yes, master!" The gang members replied in unison before bowing then, proceeding to their car.
"Camera 11, keep your top shot. Wait till the cars are out of the village. Camera 3, hold standby for the villager's post reaction. Pan in to different windows and houses. Camera 7, capture the marked citizen's reaction." The raven haired young director ordered to the cameramen who were on high elevation and on the ground.
Soon, the vehicles were out and the villagers started opening their windows and door, eyes peeping. Villagers looked in utter horror as they caught a sight of Kiyo's lover who was lying dead on the ground. The camera captured some of the villagers' reaction to the horrible sight in front of them. Eyes bulging, mouths being covered by hands, hands above their hearts and frozen faces were captured.
"Keep it rolling…and…Cut! Saved!" The raven haired young director barked through his microphone. "Good shot, everyone! Thank you for your hard work! We'll resume after a short break." She announced and everyone released a breath of relief.
The shooting continued for the entire day, filming all scenes that did not require the presence and appearance of a certain tawny haired superstar.