A/N: It is currently 4 am. I have class at 10. I have studied and written a paper an am still not tired. SO I give you a new chapter
Love Me Jobs
The giant man stared down at his kneeling victim with soulless eyes though the fog of cigarette smoke coming from the corner of his mouth. Slipping the cigarette back between his lips, he cocked the gun and held his arm out, hand steady, the other resting against his slim hip. The man kneeling before him trembled and seemed about to beg for mercy when the cold hearted killer pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Kyoko-chan! Can I talk to you for a second?" The director of her new drama motioned her over and Kyoko gave a bright smile. Rushing over, she greeted him with a bow.
"Yes?"
"About your new character, Natsu."
"Yes?" She cocked her head, curious.
"Don't feel the need to think about it too hard. Just act like Mio in Dark Moon. I want that kind of intensity." He grinned and patted her shoulder, but it wasn't the contact that was making Kyoko uncomfortable. "Just think of her as Mio, but a modern High school girl. I'm looking forward to your Natsu." He waved and hurried off, leaving a speechless Kyoko. Before she could put a name to her unhappiness, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Flipping it open, she forced herself to sound cheerful.
"Hello?"
"Mogami-san! It's Sawara. Are you free to talk now?"
"Um, yea."
"Really? You don't really sound interested."
Kyoko snapped herself out of it and smiled. "I'm sorry. Of course I'm interested. Please, did you need something?"
Reassured at the reappearance of the sweet girl he was used to, Sawara-san smiled. "Yes. Can you come by the office tomorrow? I have some offers that I would like you to look over."
Kanae made her way down the hallway, her bag tossed carelessly on her shoulder, as she made her way silently to the depressed figure in front of her. With the palm of her hand, she shoved as hard as she could, knocking the orange haired girl to the floor.
"Hey! What are you…" Kyoko's furious expression dropped and her eyes lit up. "Moko-san!" She cried, and Kanae sighed as the girl attached herself to her arm. "Long time no see!"
"Yea yea, long time no see. Now what are you moping about?"
Kyoko clutched her hands together fearfully. Glancing up occasionally, she suppressed the irritation just under the surface. A few people were pointing at her in shock at the atrocious bright pink jumpsuit, while others asked loudly if she was a terrorist. Rolling her eyes, she straightened and waited, ignoring the softly vibrating cellphone in her pocket. 'Why did he want me to do this? Shouldn't he bring his own entourage?"
"Wow…is that a work uniform?"
"Eh…I think she might be an LME staff member." One of the men whispered quietly.
'But even if he doesn't have an assistant, why use the Love Me department? Oh!' She looked up when she heard screaming. 'He's here.' The tall blonde man smiled at reporters from behind his sunglasses, waving and nodding to the people begging him for pictures. 'Oh…he looks like a nice person.' She thought in relief. Suddenly he stopped and looked down at her. "Oh! Um. Hello. My name is…." She trailed off as his eyes narrowed. Her grudge antenna popped out happily. 'Wait…what?'
"REN!" Ren jerked as Yashiro threw open the door to his dressing room, gasping for breath. "Kuu just appeared on TV!"
"Um…I know." Ren chuckled softly as his manager flailed his arms. "He just arrived in Japan."
"NO! No….well yea…but…"
"Yashiro-san, what's wrong?"
"I saw it." He lowered his voice dramatically. "I saw it! That cursed uniform that burns a memory in your brain. It was only for a moment, and the face wasn't in the shot…but that person…it had to be Kyoko getting into the car with him!" Ren's eyes widened.
Kyoko gasped for breath, staring around the heavily decorated kitchen and at her masterpieces. 'There. I'll make that traitor say 'it's delicious!' Thinking back, she grit her teeth in irritation. The man had spoken to her in rapid English, giving her brusque instructions for how to prepare his food, and warned her not to wake him, then disappeared into his room, slamming the door in her face. About to mumble irritably again, she was startled when her phone vibrated. Pulling it out, she smiled a little. She hadn't been able to see Ren much in the last week, since she was busy with her meetings for then new drama she was to appear in, and since he was…well the number 1 actor in Japan. Pressing the on button, she spoke softly. "Hello."
"Good evening." She could hear his happiness through the phone and her own eyes sparkled a little. "How are you?"
"I'm good." She forced the exhaustion from her voice. "And you?"
"Exhausted. It was a long day." From preparing for his new secret role as BJ to dealing with the news of his father's arrival, he truly was exhausted. "Are you busy?" He made his voice light in spite of his suspicions.
"Um…actually I'm working on a Love Me assignment."
"Oh. What kind of assignment."
"I'm taking care of Hizuri Kuu." She told him softly, hoping the grumpy foreigner wouldn't hear her. Ren closed his eyes and bit back a sigh.
'What is the President planning?' "So what do you think of him?" He asked carefully.
"Eh…I haven't really seen much of him yet…" She spoke reluctantly, not wanting to tell Ren that she thought the famous actor was a first class jerk. Not liking her tone, Ren was immediately suspicious.
"Was he mean to you?"
"Huh? No!" She lied, praying that for once he wouldn't notice. "Not mean…just…brusque. I guess it is a culture thing. Anyway, I think I need to go. He's going to get up soon, and I have to have his food ready." Ren reluctantly said goodbye and wished her good luck, staring at his phone moodily.
'What is the President doing? I know my father. He would never be anything less than kind to a young teenage girl assigned to work for him. Why is he being mean to her?'
Kuu caught the soft expression in her eye right before stepping into the room. "So you speak English? I figured you didn't know how since you followed me here with no response." He looked down at the food with a grimace, wanting to swallow his next words when he caught the sweet hopeful look in her eyes. 'No. I have to do this. If I want my son back…I have to make her cry.' He picked up the phone and dialed room service. "Yes, I would like to order a meal."
"Um…of course Hizuri-san! Is western food okay?"
"Of course! As long as it's edible. Oh, and there are some scraps in the kitchen…if you wouldn't mid having them removed, that would be great." The stunned, hurt look on her face almost made him give up his whole plan and apologize to the poor girl. 'My son. I want my son back. And if I don't…my wife doesn't want me to come back…' He hung up the phone and turned to the girl with a smirk.
"I…I thought that you wanted to eat food from Kyoto." She mumbled, staring at him in shock. "But…even if I had made exactly what you wanted…you were never going to eat it." She said coldly.
"Heh. No. Of course not. What are you going to do? Call the President? Complain? Say that I was mean to you and that you want to quit?" He picked up the phone. "Go ahead. Call him. I'll help you…" He froze when the girl's hand touched his arm softly. Looking down, he was stunned at her soft expression.
"I'll call him…thank you." She took the phone in her hands and pressed it to her ear, smiling sweetly. "I'll talk to him myself."
A/N: I know it was short, and that it seems fillerish, but it will get better soon :D I hope….please let me know if you enjoyed it.
