Chapter 6
The days in Monaco were finally winding down and they would be shooting the scenes for her, that would take place on the 27 meter yacht, that the studio had rented, called The Nereid. She absolutely loved it. She would get to glide across the ocean on a water fairy! What could be better? She didn't care about the skimpy, nonexistent bikinis or the gossamer-like covers. Sure, she had a couple of nude scenes and a sex scene that would take place, but the mere fact that she got to live like a truly pampered queen for a full two days while filming, seriously made up for it and she was pretty sure from obsessively studying various sex scenes from other movies and such, that a real sex scene, without a camera and with someone like Ren, would not have consisted of the giggles and rolling around. Matthew had actually tickled her to get her to relax and kept whispering jokes in her ears to distract her.
The dinner scenes were catered with real food. Fresh lobster, caviar, freshly steamed vegetables, rich creamy bisques, all paired with delicious local wines and cheeses. The cabin that she and Yuki had been assigned, was a two bedroom and they even had a little tray of grass for Yōsei to use when he needed it. When she finally hit the sack on the first night, she slept like the dead. When she awakened the next morning, bright and early, she enjoyed the gym, the sauna and the jacuzzi, then took advantage of the masseuse that the yacht company had included in the staff.
When they finished their filming for the French Riviera, their yacht dropped anchor in Nice and the cast and crew went their separate ways. Matthew would be going on to London, as would Kyoko, Yuki and Yōsei. Director Stevens would be making a little trip back to LA for a week and the others would be spending a week with their various jobs, families and friends, until they would all meet back up in London for various smaller scenes for Kyoko, and several extended scenes for Matthew and others. Kyoko would then head off to New Zealand for some snowy winter fun, skiing, and to shoot a few scenes where she would torture and kill a couple of traitors to make an example of them. Then off to Sydney Australia for horseback riding, intricate fight scenes, a dramatic explosion, and a fire that would destroy lots of evidence, leaving a poor Mr. Bond wondering what happened to his slippery quarry. At least that would be the last of Kyoko's scenes, unless they needed her for retakes.
{The camera slowly panned up the curvaceous, lean, sun-kissed body that lay on a towel on the deck of the large luxury yacht. Delicate feet with perfectly painted toes, slender, toned legs to perfectly rounded cheeks that were barely covered by a black, Brazilian cut bikini bottom that was decorated with little silver studs, the next view on the journey was the dips and curves of well shaped hips and a tiny waist, up to a bare back and sensuous shoulders, finally to an elegant neck that had long platinum-blonde hair swept to the side. As the camera was traversing this particularly dangerous terrain, a pair of masculine hands were slowly massaging tanning oil into bare skin, from the feet, to the neck.
The female opened her enchanting golden eyes, glanced up sexily and smiled. She slowly stood up, facing away from the camera and her male co-star covered her with a thin, white robe, then kissed her shoulder as he ran his hands down her arms. The camera began to pull away so the viewer could get a full view of the large luxury yacht.
"Some women say that size doesn't matter." A deep masculine voice with a British Accent commented. "We here at Frazier Yachts, would like to disagree."}
The viewer had been so stunned by the revelation, that he didn't even notice the contact information for the company whose ad he had just watched via the internet. It had been the first of the ads made while filming her 007 movie, to be released. The production company had given the okay on it, due to the fact that no one would actually know it was connected until after the premier.
I suppose saying that he was stunned would have been a slight understatement. The young man had literally been frozen to his seat for a good 45 minutes, trying to decipher if what he saw, was actually what he saw. He spent another 30 minutes watching the ad repeatedly, just to make sure that it was actually Kyoko that he saw in the ad. Yep, there was no mistaking those eyes and the delicate features of that pixie-like face. He watched a few more times after that, to try and convince himself that the body didn't belong to her and they were using a body-double for the panoramic view, because she most certainly would never do that for a commercial or, would she?
He angrily navigated out of his internet and dialed her number, only to be greeted with the phrase, "We're sorry, but the number you have reached is no longer in service. Please check the number and dial again.". He tried four more times before literally screaming for his manager and demanding her phone, only to end up with the same results.
"Sho? What is wrong with you?!" Aki Shoko demanded as she snatched her phone from him, before he did any damage to it.
With that question, he jabbed his way back to the ad and shoved it in Aki's face, demanding that she just watch. She had to admit it was pretty sexy and what was said was actually a little amusing. "So? How does this ad have anything in it that would merit your reaction?"
He rewound back to the frame that had a perfect view of the woman's face and shoved the phone at her once again. "That is Kyoko!"
She just stood and stared, grabbed the phone from him, rewound it completely and watched the commercial again. Her eyes went wide. "Wow... Who would have thought she was hiding all of that." She mumbled a little enviously. Certainly Kyoko wasn't overly endowed, but she definitely made up for it by being generously blessed everywhere else. Aki, and now Sho, had to admit that Kyoko was perfectly proportioned. One could obviously see that, even if the only time her breasts were shown, was after they'd been covered in the white robe that her black bikini bottom showed through in contrast.
Sho groaned. "I've got to talk to her." Of course he did. If other men saw that ad, and he was sure they did, it would be even more difficult for him to pull her to his side. Just goading her into "Not falling in love" with anyone wouldn't be enough.
Aki shook her head with a small, hidden, mischievous smirk. "Exactly how do you expect to do that? You haven't even been able to find her for the past six months. Her phone number's been changed. LME's answer is that she's on location overseas and even her friends don't know where she is." Well, the girls they'd asked weren't exactly Kyoko's friends. They were the snotty little gossips that always talked behind Kyoko's back during Dark Moon and essentially kept in contact with her because Sho was just soooo hot. Had he gone to Kanae or, Chiori, he would have been in for a very rude awakening, and most likely a few rude gestures involving certain middle fingers on both hands.
He decided to at least try to track down Tsuruga. He always knew what was going on with Kyoko. If that was a dead end, he would just have Aki submit a job proposal.
He was nervous. It was now July and he hadn't seen her since the end of May, when he had surprised her at the airport in LA and picked her and Yuki up. Sure they had talked a lot over the phone and sent emails back and forth, but for almost two months he hadn't been able to hold her or touch her.
Just after filming, word had got around about her work ethic and her talent. She received glowing recommendations via Director Stevens, and her co-workers couldn't stop singing praises on how wonderful it was to work with her, garnering two more feature film offers. The work visas for her and Yuki, had been extended for the full five years and she was seriously considering on applying for citizenship. She absolutely loved Hollywood, and it seemed as though they were made for each other.
When he told Yuki about his secret identity, he was a little worried about the silence on the other end. He thought for certain that he'd lost a friend, and then Yuki had surprised him by telling him that it didn't matter. That he should have come to him a long time ago, but he understood why he didn't. Yuki was also the one to encourage him to get it over with, and finally tell Kyoko. He didn't call him a chicken, but it was certainly implied. He was told that it was something that Kyoko would definitely not hold against him, that she was forgiving and had more depth than most women. Which kind of gave him a little bit of a twinge of jealousy deep in his soul. He wanted to be the one there with her.
Soon after Yuki, he did tell her everything. About his childhood, about his teen years, and about his short reign as her fairy prince. One would think that writing it in a letter and sending it via email is the coward's way out, and he would have to agree on that fact, but he just didn't have the courage to see the disapproval or disappointment on her beautiful face. It shocked him that she called him in tears, almost immediately and scolded him for not being honest with her in the first place, but then confessed that she had her own secret identity of Bo the Chicken. She wasn't mad at him, she didn't hate him, and she admitted to being very proud of him for finally telling her the truth and getting over those particularly rough hurdles.
