A/N: 2 Chapters, 1 Day :D That was nice, despite the fact that neither of my papers have been revised...oh well. Hope you enjoy!

Setsuka Heel

Tired didn't even begin to cover it as Kyoko leaned against the taller man's shoulder, eyes forcing themselves shut every few seconds. She could feel his hand rubbing up and down her bare arm, holding her close and keeping her warm in the relatively cool vehicle. As if through a fog, she heard him order the driver to turn up the heat, convincing her that she was currently with the less polite Cain Heel rather than her fairy prince. Attempting to adjust her personality accordingly, she found herself instead drifting off once again. It wasn't until the car pulled to a stop that the man beside her spoke, this time to her.

"Wake up, Setsu." He whispered, his warm breath near her ear making her spine tingle. "Come on, Setsu, we're here." She whimpered pitifully, nuzzling him and trying to move closer, but he only chuckled softly. "I know you're tired. Come on. You can take a nap later." He moved out from under her head and sat her up, shaking her gently. She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes and his smile softened. "I'm sorry I kept you up late." He placed an arm under her head and another under her knees, making her glad that she had changed into the pants, and carried her toward the studio.

"Um…Onii-san! I can walk!" She cried suddenly, her face turning red at her position. He grinned.

"Apparently not. You were asleep in the car, so I don't want you to fall over. Stop squirming Setsu." He pushed the door open carelessly and adjusted her so that her head was resting on his shoulder. She stilled, now wanting to hurt him by moving around, and felt her face redden a little at the shocked whispers coming from the cast and crew that parted when he walked by.

"Onii-san!" She whined softly. "People are staring." He lifted an eyebrow.

"So?" He asked in equally soft English. "I don't care, as long as you're comfortable." Her eyes widened, then she smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting against him. The Director stepped forward to greet them with an awkward cough.

"Um…Heel-san? Is your sister okay?" Although almost everyone knew by now that he spoke Japanese, Setsu, eyes still closed, translated the statement into English. Cain only nodded and the Director smiled hesitantly. "Okay then…well we need to get you into the special effects makeup and start the first few scenes soon…." Cain waited for Setsu to translate then nodded, turning and walking away.

Kyoko felt him stop and turn a door handle, then felt him shift her legs as they walked through the doorway. He sat her down on the cold leather sofa and she smiled when she felt him cover her with his long trench coat. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, he kissed her cheek. "The make-up should take about an hour, so go ahead and rest as long as you need to."

Suddenly aware of what was going on, she sat up quickly. "No!" She cried. "I want to go with you." He leaned over and touched her face tenderly, his hands tracing the side of her face near her eye.

"Your eyes are so red." He spoke sadly. "Did you get any sleep last night?" She looked down sheepishly and he sighed. "Please get some rest." He whispered, gently pushing her back into the sofa. She found it impossible to continue arguing as her eyes were once again closing. He straightened and walked toward the exit, flipping the light switch as he shut the door behind him, and that was the last thing she remembered.


Cain strolled through the door when a crewmember approached him. "Ehm...Heel-san! A few of us are going out for drinks after the filming today...uh...would you like to come?" He froze when Cain stared down at him. "Um...you...uh...drinks are...ehm...optional, of course...and you are welcome to bring Set...uhm...Heel-cha...san...your sister..." He trailed off lamely, face pale.

Ren felt a sharp pang of regret as he walked past the frightened man. 'He's going out of his way to be polite, and I have to act like a jerk.' He thought sadly, regret flashing briefly in his eyes. Suddenly he felt regret give way to irritation when a familiar voice called out.

"Hey! Stop pretending not to understand us just because your sister isn't here to translate!


Kyoko jerked awake and gasped. "No…what time is it!" She cried aloud, looking around desperately in the dark. Finally locating her cellphone, she realized that it was almost noon. Swearing loudly, she jumped up and started to run for the door but froze halfway there. 'No…I'm Setsu.' She closed her eyes, groping wildly for Setsuka…

Setsu opened her eyes and stepped back, looking for a mirror as she flipped the light switch on. She reached for her purse and looked around, pulling out a small make up bag. She applied a bit of make-up to her eyes, lining them with a black pencil and then brushing some shadow over her lid. Mindful that she needed to get to her brother, she quickly smudged some lipstick and gloss over her lips and threw it all back into her purse, throwing it over her shoulder and leaving the room as a casual pace. Although she was still tired, her brother's wellbeing was first and foremost in her mind.

She pushed the door open to the studio where they were filming and stiffened. Several crewmembers were kneeling around a couple of men on the floor, their hands on their face, blood dripping on the floor. A few people were screaming, and the director was yelling at her brother to let go…and then not to. As if she were stuck in slow motion, she managed to turn her face upward until she found her brother at the top of a huge set, holding Murasame over the edge, his arm around his throat. She placed a hand over her mouth and watched as the other crewmembers scrambled to find a mat for Murasame to land on, should her brother drop him. 'What…what are you doing?' She had to wonder. Her brother's face was hidden, but she was sure he was angry. 'What did that idiot do to you?' Her fear was nearly swallowed by rage. 'What is the matter with him!' She stepped forward but hurriedly backed out of the way of the crewmembers that brought out a mat. Suddenly Murasame grabbed her brother by the shoulders and threw his weight forward, making both her brother and himself lose their balance and go hurdling toward the ground.

"Cain!" The anguished scream filled the entire room, rising above the other shouts and gasps. The others turned to her in surprise, shocked to see the cool, aloof beauty making such a terrified expression. In midair, Cain flipped and twisted, miraculously landing in a crouch. She walked over to his side, pausing briefly by Murasame who was lying on the mat. He glanced up at her, gasping for breath, and she gave him a cool glare. "Idiot." She mumbled, rolling her eyes and walking over to her brother who hadn't moved. He glanced up and her eyes widened, then she crouched in front of him, smirking in excitement, all scolding lost in her surprise. "Wow. Cool." She reached out to his stunned face and fingered the loose skin and special effects make up. "That's awesome, Onii-san! Hold still! Let me take a picture." She pulled out her cellphone and held it up to his face."

"Setsu, at that angle, the only thing you'll be able to see is the scar." He lifted an eyebrow.

"Yea but I'll keep taking photos until I get a full picture!"

He narrowed his eyes as she snapped photos of him. "Hey! Stop taking so many pictures, Setsu!" He reached for her phone playfully and she giggled, pulling it out of his reach. Instead, he caught her arm. The other crewmembers and cast looked on in mute shock as the fearsome looking monster pulled her over and held her close, nuzzling his nose against her neck. His eyes softened, and his lips curved into a gentle smile. "Thank you." He whispered into her ear, his lips hidden by her hair, and he pressed a gentle kiss against the skin below her ear.

"Mhm." She giggled and pulled away, standing from her crouch and held out a hand for him to pull himself up. He grinned at her and let her pull him to his feet, tugging gently until she fell against him, scolding him and rolling her eyes at his childish actions. Crewmembers and cast alike stepped aside as she pulled him toward the waiting room. "Come on. Have you eaten yet?" She spoke in rapid English, occasionally looking back at him to make sure he was listening. "You should have taken a lunch break already." As they entered the waiting room, she began bustling around the little kitchen, preparing food for him that he could eat without disturbing the special make up. She poured the soup into a small bowl after pushing him into a seat.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened?" He asked suddenly, his voice soft.

"Huh?"

"Between Murasame and me?" She glanced over at her brother who was lounging across two chairs.

"No. I don't really care. Besides, it's obvious that the idiot did something to make you angry." She held out the bowl for a moment but he didn't move, only staring at her. "Onii-san! Hurry. Or I'll drop the straw." He started and reached out, taking the bowl.

"Sorry. Thank you." He muttered. She smiled a little with a tiny shrug.

"Of course." She began to pour her own soup while he carefully ate his.

As he sipped the soup, all he could think about was her scream as it echoed through the studio, ripping at his heart as he fell. 'I scared her.' He sighed softly as he continued eating. 'I made her worry about me…if something had happened...' He pushed the thought from his mind. 'It didn't…all because of her voice, calling out to me.' He glanced up at her as she placed the spoon in her mouth and swallowed the mouthful of soup. 'This is the second time her voice has saved me…'


They nearly made it out of the studio without speaking to anyone, but the apparently persistent crewmember approached from the side. "Heel-chan!" He cried, obviously speaking to Setsuka, since she couldn't imagine anyone referring to either her brother or her boyfriend as 'chan.' She paused for a moment, as did her brother, as they turned to face the man with bored expressions. She noticed how Cain moved closer to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders protectively. "Um...I just...wanted to invite you both...again..." He swallowed hard and she crossed her arms, waiting for him to spit it out. "Uh...earlier, you didn't answer me, Heel-san...so I didn't know if you understood...eh..." He took a deep breath and looked at Setsu. "I asked your brother if the two of you wanted to join us for drinks tonight...or just...sometime."

Setsu cocked her head. 'He must be an idiot if he thinks Onii-san can't understand...' She paused and glanced up at her brother. Instantly she recognized the regret in his eyes, hidden by his cool glare, and her eyes softened. 'He hates being so rude.' She realized, recognizing Ren, the considerate gentleman, under her Onii-san. 'He probably doesn't get many people wanting to just go for drinks with him...since he's such a big star and hard to approach.' Her resolve hardened and she gave the stunned crewmember a smile.

"Hm...sounds like fun." Cain crossed his arms and stared down at her, obviously expecting her to translate. "We can't go today...but maybe next week?" Cain tugged a lock of her hair gently, staring down at her in confusion although he knew what she was saying. "Onii-san, he asked us to go with him for drinks with some other people from the movie." She finally translated. He narrowed his eyes.

"You don't drink, Setsu." He reminded her sharply. "And I don't want to." Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her own arms, transforming in front of the two men into a hurt, petulant little girl.

"Onii-san!" She whined softly. "I want to go!" She cried. The crewmember gaped as Cain's angry stance dropped away and he sighed. "Please, Onii-san?" She whimpered. "You promised that you'd take me out when we came to Japan." She let her head drop and allowed her eyes to fill with tears, one spilling over and making both Cain and Ren catch their breath.

"Setsu..." He groaned, reaching out and pulling her to him. She buried her face in his chest and clutched his shirt.

"So...can we go!" She cried expectantly. He sighed and ruffled her hair.

"Fine. We'll go next week." He said finally, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. She brightened immediatley and smiled at the dumbfounded crewmember who was mentally going over this incredible story in his mind to tell everyone later.

"Can we come on Monday?" She wondered. He could only nod as the once again protective demon of a man put his arm around her and pulled her away.

"Eh...see you next week!" He called, then raced back to the set to tell everyone about the girl who could melt the cold blooded Cain Heel.


Although it was only Monday, Cain had the next two days off so that Ren could get some of his jobs out of the way, and then that Friday they would be attending the Dark Moon Party, as would Kyoko. She also had Box R filming for the next two days, and then her only job would be Setsu. He wondered how she was doing with Box R and if she had any other projects, but in public as the Heel siblings was not the proper time to discuss that. They climbed into a car and headed back to the hotel, Setsu taking up her normal position on his shoulder, but her hand clasped his tightly, informing him that she hadn't been as unconcerned as she had appeared earlier and confirming his belief that he had truly frightened her. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly, earning a tiny smile and a bright blush from his 'sister.'

The car ride to the hotel was relatively short, and they climbed out and walked into the massive hotel without making eye contact with anyone. The entire trip back to the room was silent until the door was shut firmly behind them. Kyoko started to turn back to him, but was instantly enveloped in his arms. She stiffened for a second, then turned around in his arms, managing to wrap her own around his waist. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue flicking out and touching her lip, circling the cold metal ring there, and then gently removing it. She felt him push her back, forcing her to walk backwards until they reached the bed where he pushed her down and climbed over her. Her heart began to race, all too aware of his intentions. "Kuon…" She whispered, her voice a little frightened. He looked up into her eyes as if he were slowly waking up, his eyes tired and sad and surprised. She swallowed. "No…go ahead." She heard herself say softly. 'I said that I would do whatever it took to help him. If this is what he really wants…I can do that for him.' His eyes widened as he took in the implications of what she was saying, taking in her form as she lay back down, flat on her back under him and relaxed as much as she could, her lower lips trembling a little. Although her arms were wrapped around him, pressing him down against her, he could see the subtle fear she tried to hide and shook his head, burying it in her shoulder as he held her.

'No matter how upset I am…no matter what I'm going through, I would never use her like that.' His hand stroked her face and he turned his head, kissing her cheek. 'She's staying with me…. and she wants to help me. I won't abuse that.' He held her in his arms as he rolled off of her, reaching over and pulling a blanket over them. "You're tired." He reminded her gently, running his fingers through her hair, then carefully removing her wig. "Try and get some sleep. We can leave later." She fought to keep her eyes open now that she knew that he wasn't going to try and do anything to her, the lack of sleep catching up to her quickly. She felt his nimble fingers remove the clip on earrings running up the outer shell of her ear, and then pause at the real hoops in her earlobe. Gently his fingers tugged at the backs, then pulled the little stick out of her ear, placing the backs with the hoops, and sat then on the nightstand, tucking her orange hair behind her ear. "I love you." He whispered. She smiled softly as his voice caressed her ear. "I don't know what I'd do without you." With a final caress, he slipped out of the bed and tucked her in, then turned off the light and headed for the kitchen to find something for her to eat and think about his own self control.


When she woke, she could hear the noise of water filling the tub and realized he must be taking a bath. She walked into the kitchen to make him dinner, her head still a little groggy from sleep, and was surprised to find a bowl of soup in the refrigerator. Smiling at his consideration, she placed it in the microwave and waited for it to heat up. The microwave had just dinged when there was a knock at the door. Frowning, she looked at the clock and then walked over to the door, opening it as much as the chain would allow and then hurriedly removing the chain. "Director!" She cried in surprise. He smiled apologetically.

"Hello Kyoko-chan. I'm sorry for visiting so late. Is Tsuruga-san here?" She stepped back and invited him in, offering him a drink, which he politely declined.

"Um, he's in the shower right now…he should be out soon." He nodded and told her that he could wait.

Ren stretched out in the too-small bathtub and leaned his head against the cool tile. 'What am I doing?' He sighed and stretched his right leg, which had been bent up out of the water, the cool air making goosebumps on his skin. 'How could I let myself snap like that? Kyoko…she's a new actress, and already she's immersed in her role. But…I can't even hold it together for a few hours while she's away.' He sighed. 'It's getting better. Even I have to admit that.' Absentmindedly he poured bubble bath into the water, ignoring how the water began to overflow, and started to make little shapes with the bubbles. 'I have to pull myself together. I've proved myself as an actor…and as a man. Rick's death…' He closed his eyes for a moment. 'was not my fault. I've punished myself enough for that. And as for Murasame…' He grimaced. 'Well, I obviously still have a temper. But I can manage it. I have to...for her.' As the door opened he looked around and realized that he was surrounded by a little family of bubble people and smiled, then glanced up from his bubble cocoon as the curtain was drawn back and Setsu stood there, arms crossed.

"What are you doing?" She wondered, head cocked in amusement. He smiled under the bubbles.

"Sorry. Did I take too long?"

"Almost an hour. I don't care, but the director's here to talk to you." He nodded and pulled himself to his feet in front of her, reaching out and turning the shower on to rinse away the bubbles.

"Okay. I'll be right out." She nodded and turned to go, shutting the curtain as hot water poured down onto his head.

A/N: Thanks for reading. If you have any comments or questions or...you know...stuff, please review. They are very nice to receive and motivating and they let me know that people are actually reading and enjoying (or not) the story, which makes me want to write more chapters. Thank you all!