On the Third day of Christmas Yashiro gave to me…
Three broken phones,
Two Love Me members,
And a Stalker in a Sakura tree.
12 Showbiz Days of Christmas
December 5
Yashiro was speechless. Shocked. Utterly, and completely horrified for his life.
I didn't have time to revise my will.
He and Ren had returned from the latest drama shot on location in Nagasaki. They had not heard anything serious from Kyoko; yet at the moment, he was wishing she had thought to mention this. Prior warning would have given him time to prepare….maybe it was his fault, after all, he had short- circuited his cell phone this weekend when he thoughtlessly grabbed his phone with his bare hands. He sighed, hunching over, his hand grasping his head tightly while sweat dropping.
Ren wasn't much of a help either, as soon as, he heard Yashiro's phone was broken he had refused to hand over his own phone. Sigh, Geesh. Some people can hold grudges, just because I've held Ren's phone hostage for hiding a secret that was affecting his work.
Yashiro deeply regretted Ren's momentary distrust of him. No time to dwell on that. He had a crisis at hand. Right in front of him in fact. Oh why, why, could his stupid client not have had experience with falling in love before?!! Well, if the green-eyed monster hadn't gotten to him before it would now. Why?
Kyoko in a holiday costume.
Kyoko in a short skirt.
Kyoko in an adorable outfit that would make any pervert's nose bleed.
Ren was going to throw a fit! It was Yashiro's duty to carry out damage control, but he had no idea how to do that when the smiling beast was unwittingly stalking to the door, and the prey was looking at him in surprise. He was doomed.
"Yashiro!"
Kyoko called out to him waving in greeting, as she walked toward Yashiro.
"When did you ret- Yashiro-san, what's with the look?"
Kyoko was sweat dropping, a look of alarm crossing here face. Yashiro had a doomed look, even while he waved.
"Oh, nothing. Cute…outfit."
"Oh, the President is having Moko and I wear it for his Love Me mission, 'Spread the Christmas Spirit'. Is Tsuruga-san in a meeting?"
Kyoko looked around swiftly, until Yashiro recovered slightly from his funk. He shook his head.
"No, he's heading to check in with the office, he should be inside in a couple of minutes."
The last part Yashiro stated very slowly, caught off guard by the horrified look growing upon Kyoko's face. It was as if someone had just sentenced her to death.
"OOHH NNNOOOO! I'MSOSORRYYASHIRONSANIHAVETOGO!!!!!!!!LAAAATER!"
She screamed in aghast, hurrying beyond imagination to leave. Left behind was a stunned, speechless Yashiro. Well….crisis averted for now.
"Yashiro-san? Did something happen? I thought I heard Mogami-san just now."
Speak of the devil.
His client- the infamous Tsuruga Ren stood poised perfectly with an inquiring look. Geesh. This man was to innocent for anybody's good. Hmmm…now how to handle the situation? The man appeared to be in a gullible mood, standing there unsuspecting with his cell-phone at ready. Wait…this could work.
"Hmmm…" Yashiro gave his best shifty eye look with imaginary horns. Ren froze.
"Kyoko-chan. Yes, that was her just now…"
Shift a step closer, get the I'm Above Whatever You're Thinking Look. Check.
"She was happy to see ME, but when I told her YOU were coming…"
Two more steps forward. Wait for the I Know What You're Up To, but It's Kyoko so I Have to Listen to This stance.
"She had the most horrified I Hate Tsuruga-san, He's the Scum of the World Look…"
Lean in towards left side almost touching arm. What now? Exasperated frown. Proceed to move forward.
"and then she ran away screeching…"
Move right hand forward for a pity pat on left upper arm. Target suspects nothing.
"Right before you got here."
Serious face while Target shakes head with exasperation. Slowly move up left hand.
"Now what will you do if Kyoko-chan never speaks to you again."
Shake head pityingly, and grab Target's left hand and shake firmly. While Target comes up with protest.
"Yashiro-san, you're too dramatic. How many times have I told you I don't love Mogami-san? I'm sure she is over thinking some minor thing. Really, the issue will resolv-"
TEN.
Target pointedly shifts gaze downwards at the slight tremble. Yashiro. Is. Touching. His. Phone. With. His .Bare hand.
"Hehe, sorry!"
His manager feebly chuckles out, trembling slightly at his client's disquieting blank stare.
"I swear it was an accident."
Prrruuuummm puuumm puum.
"Thanks so much again!"
"It wasn't a problem, but normally you take such good care of your stuff. Why does it seem like I keep having replace your cell-phone?"
The President stared sternly down at sweat dropping Ren. Yashiro had his head bowed, a guilty look adorning his features. Ren just waved it off.
"I'm really sorry President Takarada-san. It must be my misfortune with technology rubbing off on him…"
The President looked to Yashiro and a smirk graced his lips.
"I doubt it, but you never know. You're the best manager for this idiot though, and you do well even with your odd lack of affinity for technology. "
Yashiro relaxed a little at this half complement, half insult. Ren just looked forward out the window ignoring them both.
"Thank you, but really I think it may have been my fault. I was so worried about this possible job, and my phone was dead so I had to borrow Ren's."
The President seemed curious.
"Ahh. How exactly did you manage to separate his precious lifeline away from him?"
Yashiro stared up at the president with the quintessential puzzle anime expression. Ren continued to pointedly stare out the window, dearly grasping his new phone.
"Lifeline? The phone I picked up while he was on scene so he couldn't say no."
The President smiled as Yashiro regained his stern persona. Ren stood frozen a few steps ahead of them. Crack.
"That would explain it, but that probably won't work a second time."
They both stopped, noticing that Ren had stopped. They followed his gaze out the window. The object of his attention immediately visible in the bright pink elf ensemble. Damn. I didn't want him to find out yet. Ran through both their minds. Their gazes were riveted to him as he continued to stay frozen for a few moments. In a second he turned around, his infamous gentlemanly smile on. He held his hand out to the President.
"Here. Take this."
He put his new cell phone into the President's hand closing it firmly over the object. Then he turned around, and prowled over to the staircase. Yashiro and President Lory stood where they were, unmoving.
"I think I'll take my time going downstairs. Give them some time to talk."
Yashiro finely said ending the stunned silence. The President nodded, finally looking down at the cell phone Ren had handed him. A slight sliver ran across the phone's screen.
"I hope she doesn't try to run."
"Yeah, he might kill any man that looks at her…"
Yashiro glanced up from the phone to look at the President.
"Did you make her wear that outfit on purpose?"
The President's eyes widened. A slow, broad grin reaching his lips.
"I suppose I should go tell her to wear the other uniform I had made."
Yashiro poker faced gazed at the President.
"Yes, that might be a good idea." The blank face dropped, and an impish smirk grew. "Best Christmas President Ever."
"I agree."
The two stood there grinning mischievously at one another, while a screech was heard from down below.
I love Yashiro!
The story was a lot different from previous chapters, but I can't do a serious Yashiro! It's wrong! The man is so good at being the comedic relief character! Next chapter On the Fourth Day of Christmas the chapter will be normal.
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