Kanae paced back and forth in her room, as the first rays of light peeked over the horizon. She knew she couldn't call the police. If the media got hold that this year's best new actress had been kidnapped, or worse, had skipped out on her reward, it could really hurt her career. Although her best friend had become the eponymy of a "bad girl" on camera, her friend was not the skip-out-and-party-all-night kind of actress.
Still, it had been 5 hours since the party ended, and Kanae didn't hear a peep from anyone about her. The actress had discreetly asked the staff. The last person to have seen Kyoko was the official bathroom attendant, around the time after the main course. She decided to cave in and contact the authorities.
Before she picked up the phone from its base, there was a polite door knock. She hopped over the bed, sprinted to the handle, and threw the door into the wall with enough force to leave a crater. Kanae was furious and she wasn't afraid to show it.
"Where the hell were you?!"
A sheepish bellhop cowered at her feet in fear. His put his hands over his head in the duck and cover position, and cried.
"I'm just here to pick up a pink duffle bag miss."
Kanae's face narrowed. The old pink duffle bag belonged to the still missing person. If this bell hop needed the bag, most likely it'd lead her to Kyoko's whereabouts. She turned around, stomped to the closet, picked up said bag, and returned to the door.
"Let's go."
The attendant knew he could get fired for bringing her along, but comparison to her dangerous face, employment seemed like a welcome exchange for his life.
Although the sun hadn't come up yet, Ren quietly pulled himself away from his sleeping companion and sat on the edge of the bed. He was very careful to move as little as possible. He didn't want to wake the sleeping girl quite yet. Seeing her covered with only the thin white bed sheet, tucked against his pillow, made his heart rise.
It was too soon to rejoin her in the bed in the morning. He didn't trust himself, and she had a lot to think about. So instead he took a cold shower.
Truthfully, he had hated sharing his bed with his past girlfriends, but the only reason he woke early was because he wanted to have something for her to properly change into when she did rise. If she wanted to leave right away, he didn't want her slipping into yesterday's clothes. Ren ran his fingers through his wet hair, and buttoned up a pair of jeans in the living room section of his suite. He made the proper call to the front desk, and went to look for a shirt.
There was an urgent knock much sooner than he expected. Pulling his arms through the shirt sleeves, he hurried to the door to stop the noisy banging. Ren opened the door, and both actors pulled back in surprise.
"Kotonami-san?"
"Tsuruga-san?!"
A sleepy muffled voice rang out in the background.
"Moko-san?"
Kanae slapped the door wide open. She noticed the mess of dark strawberry blond hair, a nude shoulder, and her best friend's voice laying on the expansive mattress.
"KYOKO?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN TSURUGA'S BED?!"
All along the hall, doors slammed open. "Kotonami-san?" "Kyoko-san?" "Tsuruga-san?" "Bed?" "Tsuruga Ren?" "Kyoko-san, the best new actress winner?" "Kotonami the actress model?"
It made for quite a story.
Lory laughed as he read the gossip for that day. His favorite headline was "Actress wins award and love on the same night."
"I guess this means it's time to let her make her official debut."
Okay, since so many of you mentioned the award ceremony, I added this tidbit to feed off the sharks and because I didn't want to post just an A/N chapter. Also, I wanted to mention while the M rated fic did take a lot out of me, and was a little embarrassing, I was mostly kidding about it "killing my writing spirit." I like writing. I like to share my jumbled ideas of what would be fun to see in the Skip Beat universe. I'm even toying with a Reino/Kyoko lemon idea, because I love evil.
I was just honestly surprised how a) difficult it is to write a lemon. I've so much more appreciation for them now. B) how hard it is to avoid using guttural language. Not that it's always bad, but hey, I am a maiden *snorts* C) how tricky it is to describe the whole scene in your mind's eye without sounding repetitive, and D) to sound attractive but yet believable. I'm sorry, but a female's first time is likely to hurt.
I also have finals, and a bit of writer's block on Batting For The Other Team, so don't mind the stressed me.
