~*~The Superstar and the Swordsman~*~

::Chapter 1: Love? Feh ::

"Sweetheart," Enishi said huskily, "You make my heart complete."

A beautiful girl with long, black hair and soft blue eyes blushed prettily. "I . . . I'm speechless."

He smiled gently. "Don't worry, there's no need to talk." And with that, he drew her into a kiss.

"CUT!!!"

The director, the famed Saitou known all around the world, clapped his hands together once in a sharp, brisk way. "That's a wrap on 'From Yuriko to Hisahi, people," he said. "Good job."

His mouth twitched unpleasantly, but he sighed when he saw the ugly look Kaoru Kamiya gave him. Lighting a cigarette, he added, "Oh yeah: applause for Kamiya-san and Yukishiro-san, everybody, they did a great job." It looked as if it took all his willpower to say the last part.

Kaoru brushed her soft locks out of her dazzling blue eyes and gave a melting smile to everybody. "Arigato, everybody, I enjoyed working with you all!" She turned to Enishi Yukishiro. "Enishi, darling, I'll be in my trailer getting ready. Still 6?"

He nodded.

"Good," she said as she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Come on, Misao," she waved to a small girl standing nearby. "Let's go."

All on her way to her trailer, she smiled happily and gave friendly greetings to everybody. However, once in the trailer . . . "Damn!"

Misao walked in, her braid swishing around her loose black t-shirt as she closed the door behind her. "What now?"

Kaoru glared sullenly out the window. "Look at those people," she said, disgusted. "They actually think they're on the same level as me! As if they could be MY friend."

Misao smiled. "So does that mean I'm not able to be friends with you, Kaoru, because I'm a nobody?"

Kaoru lightly smiled. "Misao," she said, in tones considerably warmer than before, "You're my best friend in the whole world, and the only one who cares about me at all. Well, you and my bro. Of course you're NOT a nobody! I mean, why else would I make you my personal assistant?"

Misao laughed, he loud giggles resounding around the trailer. "Good, I thought so."

Kaoru sighed again, and waved her hand absently. "Be a dear and go get me a latte and my palm pilot, Misao."

"Sure."

The slender girl dashed out, and within a minute she was back. "Whew, there was a long line!"

"Arigato," Kaoru said absently. She turned on her palm pilot and tapped around, accessing her calendar while sipping her drink. "Hmm . . . today's the day I break up with Enishi."

"What?" Misao's eyes grew to be as big as platters. "What do you mean today's the day? I thought you and Enishi were going steady!"

"We were, but now's the time in my career to get a new boyfriend. After all, this 'famous costar' relationship was only supposed to last for two months, and I extended it to three. It's time to end it."

"Wha . . ." Misao's mouth was in a perfect O. "Don't you love him?"

"Feh," Kaoru said, shutting her palm pilot off. "Love is meaningless."

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"Wow," Enishi said, mouth hanging open. "You look wonderful."

Kaoru giggled. Her long tresses had been pinned up into an intricate bun, and she wore a sheer pink Chanel dress. "You do too, Enishi," she said, as she got into his cherry red Jaguar convertible while clutching her diamond-studded purse.

He grinned at her, pushing up his small round sunglasses up his nose even though it was already dark outside. "Shall we go?"

"Sure!" Her glossed lips broke into a smile. "Where to?"

"Kakemoto."

Kaoru nodded and settled back. Kakemoto was one of the most expensive restaurants in Aizu, where they had just finished filming their movie. She smiled to herself. This would make it much more better.

When they pulled up, a valet walked up to them. "Hi, how do . . ." His eyes bulged in shock. "K-k-Kaoru Kamiya! And Enishi Yukishiro! How do you do?" He shook Kaoru's hand enthusiastically. "Kaoru-sama! I loved your movie 'Clock Tower'! It was so good!"

Kaoru wrinkled her nose. Enishi stood up. "How dare you touch Kaoru like that! And what makes you think you can call her by first name? Park this car before I get you fired and make sure you never have another job again!"

The young valet jumped back in fear and looked down. "H-Hai, Yukishiro-sama."

Kaoru stepped out, holding onto Enishi's hand. "Ugh, he was filthy!"

"I know, love, that's why I threatened him for you so you don't have to speak to lowly spawn like him."

"Arigato, darling." Her eyes twinkled. "Will there be paparazzi here?"

He smiled. "Of course not, why would there be? I don't need to attract more attention, and besides, no one knows we're coming."

Kaoru smiled again. "Good, my love."

As they turned the corner, they were blinded by flashbulbs. "Kamiya- san! What do you have to say about your movie?" "Yukishiro-san, how is your relationship going?" "KAORU-SAMA!!! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?"

Inside, Kaoru smiled widely: it was all going to as planned. However, she made her face into a pained, sad look. It was easy for her to do so; she had four Oscars to prove it.

"Enishi," she said in a soft but clearly heard voice. "Why . . . why did you tell them to come? Were you using our date as a reason to be seen?"

"WHAT? Kaoru, no! I had no idea . . ."

Kaoru made tears run down her cheek. "Enishi, how could you do this? And I thought you really loved me!"

"Kaoru, I do! I didn't know . . ."

"Gomen nasai, Enishi . . . if you're going to use me like this . . . it's over!"

"No, Kaoru!"

"Jerk!" she said, tearfully. "Don't ever speak to me again! Never! I . . . I hate you!" Sobbing, she ran off.

Enishi sank to his knees on the ground, a true sob emitting from his lips.

The hungry photographers loved every moment of it.

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As soon as she turned a corner, Kaoru took out her cell phone and dialed.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Misao, it's done! Get the limo there!"

She skidded to a stop at the corner. A long, black limo turned the corner and also screech right in front of her. Panting and laughing, Kaoru stumbled in and immediately slipped out of her dress, revealing the tank top and shorts she had worn underneath.

"Jo-chan," her driver said, "You really shouldn't play with feelings like that."

Kaoru laughed a bit more. "Aw, shut up, Sano, you know you love it when I do this."

He grinned, turning back to the road, the window open to let wind run through his spiky hair and open white suit. "If only kasaan knew!"

Kaoru took a sip of the champagne Misao had poured. "Okasaan does know! You know she loved adventure. I bet in heaven, she's laughing right now."

She raised her glass to Misao, who poured on for herself while trying to stop giggling. "Cheers!"

"For the pursuit of love?" Misao said, raising her glass also.

"For the pictures of me on the front page tomorrow."

~~~~end chapter~~~

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JAPANESE

Arigato: thanks

Hai: yes

Gomen Nasai: I'm really sorry

Moshimoshi: hello, what you say when you answer the phone

Okasaan/kasaan: mom, mother, also referred as haha sometimes

I'm not Japanese, so if it's wrong, please correct me!