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Hikaru felt incredibly confused.

One, he was without Kaoru, which was incredibly hard. It was like he was missing an arm, or the better half of his brain.

Two, everyone around him was speaking ENGLISH. It was bad enough when Rose accidentally spoke English, but when even everyone spoke English – bar his mother – it was all he could do to not turn into Tamaki and start growing Mushrooms.

Three, Rose was being infuriatingly amazing. She understood how he felt in a heartbeat, and while that would be a comfort to someone else, he did not want her pity. He'd rather anything but her pity.

Looking across the room, he watched her pose in varied positions for the different shots for the advert. She had her hair wild and slightly damp (it looked much more photogenic that way), her eyes darker than Becca's had been with makeup, and looked even paler than she naturally did. This hinted black and white photo to Hikaru. She had a white vest top that was too big for her, with black bra lines showing through distinctively against the pale skin and top half of the outfit. A black pleated mini skirt with frayed edges, and onyx thigh high boots completed the 'I'm rebelling' look to a tee. Bear would be proud.

"All right, that's the attitude shot. Go get ready for the casual day out with the boyfriend look." The photographer called, and Hikaru twitched. Rose smiled at him as she passed him to get to the changing rooms, and he stopped her.

"What did he say?" He mouthed frantically. He wasn't in most of the shots, but he was still paranoid of missing them.

"You're up. Casual." She grinned, flouncing away. He sighed in relief, and trailed after her to the changing rooms.

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"Right, for this one, I want you to sit." Yuzuha looked at Hikaru with a death stare, and he sat, his back to the synthetic white wall. "Rose, sit next to him." The girl sat next to him, without question or comment – a true professional. "Alright, Hikaru. Put your arm around her" he did so –"and make everything look really intimate."

He blushed as she nuzzled her face into his shoulder, not unlike she had subconsciously on the plane. In return, he took his free arm and stroked her hair. He couldn't see, but he knew she was now flushed from the heat to his arm.

"Perfect!" –click- "Now, how do you feel about a kiss?"

-freeze-

-cricket chirp-

"P-pardon?" Hikaru gulped, colour flooding to his face. Rose giggled at him. It was obviously something she had had to do before. Before he knew it, he felt her lips upon his cheek, and a –click- went off in perfect synchronisation.

"Perfect! Go get ready for beachwear!"

Hikaru watched her go, and found his fingers reaching for the spot her lips had been seconds before.

He gulped again.

"Beachwear?"

-

When she came out in one of the incredibly revealing bikinis – that he remembered helping design – he excused himself from the room.

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The shoot had finished for the day. Rose and Hikaru decided that instead of heading back to the hotel – Hikaru had started to look ill from the lack of fresh air – they'd go out for a more normal meal. It had been Rose's idea, so she offered to pay. Hikaru insisted that he was the guy, so he'd pay.

"You're talking like we're on a date!" Rose giggled her infectious laugh, and Hikaru chuckled lightly.

"Well, you did ask me out to lunch... just the two of us..." Hikaru loved teasing her, and she responded accordingly. The now red-faced girl looked down, her face a picture of oh-my-god-he's-right.

"W-well then you said yes." She finally retorted. Hikaru wasn't expecting that. He looked away for a moment to hide his growing blush.

"Then I guess we're on a date."

"Guess so."

"I'm paying."

"I ASKED!"

"I'm the guy."

"... Fine. More money for me. Do you even have English currency?"

"Yes, actually."

"Damn."

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Rose was careful with the selection of a restaurant as Hikaru was, as usual, clueless. He watched her as she tentatively pointed towards a large 'we'll charge higher than you can pay' restaurant. It looked incredibly glamorous, and Hikaru realised this would be where a Political Buff would take his family for a meal – Rose had obviously been here numerous times, and wouldn't see this as a big deal. He did have a lot of money with him though – he knew it would be no hassle price wise. As he studied the gleeful look on her face, he finally realised what she was wearing. It was the same she wore for the casual girlfriend-boyfriend shoot. The black jeans, with bedazzled cuffs, and a low cut red t-shirt with a black heart across the bottom left, with swirling lines coming from it, and a leather jacket. Looking down, he realised he too wore what he had from that shoot, the same blue jeans and white t-shirt – as his mother said, the most simple can be the most effective. His mind wandered to the kiss, and he hastily agreed – anything to take his mind from the effect that momentary touch had had on him.

"It's called 'Monarchy' because the head chef used to cook for the queen. I'll help you order." She laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards it.

They were so caught up; they didn't notice the following camera man.

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They had ordered thanks to Rose's translation skills. Hikaru was having a rare steak on Rose's recommendation, after she had ordered the same. While they waited for the food to arrive, Hikaru tried to stop himself feeling so awkward about this ('It's just Rose. We're on a date, so what? Didn't you want that? Stop being so bloody nervous and talk to her!') by making conversation.

"How long have you been modelling then?" He asked, sipping on the water the waiter had left them. She smiled, as if remembering a long lost memory.

"Since I was a baby. I did Diaper commercials." She admitted, an embarrassed flush on her face. "But I mainly did it because my sister did it at one point, and I never stopped when she did. I wanted to be just like her."

"I know about your brother, he's your Mom's assistant, right?" she nodded briefly. "Then who's your sister?"

"She never came to Japan with us. She's studying art at a university here." She looked across, out the window, eyes shining with envy, pride or tears. Hikaru couldn't decide which. "She wanted so badly to be an artist. She's so good at it too. She has these comic strips she'd make me, they were so funny, and she has a great sense of humour. She always looked out for me. I was bullied a lot for my modelling – people saying I wasn't pretty enough and she'd always stand up for me, and tell me they were jealous..." she trailed off.

"... You really miss her, huh." He muttered, watching her for any signs of more tears. She smiled softly, and looked across at him.

"Yeah, I do. She's more like my Mum than my sister. My real Mum is too wrapped up in Modelling. She's my agent, not my parent."

"I hear you." Hikaru nodded in understanding. Growing up, he and Kaoru had looked out for each other – they never needed their mother or father. He understood how a sibling could be a parent.

"... But... Mum wanted her to take the contracting business. Move to Japan with us. My brother would work under her as an assistant, and I'd do all the modelling. Father had already found an heir. She refused, and now Mum has too train my brother up for it all. He's all too happy to take the business. I just wish I could see her." She smiled a sad smile. "She was disowned."

There was an awed silence, as she realised she had just relayed all that family history without hesitating. Hikaru was just as shocked by how open she was too him.

"... Who is your father's heir?" Hikaru asked softly. Her fists clenched.

"My ex Fiancée." She smiled bitterly. "Food's here. Let's eat!" She thanked the waiter in English, and sipped her own water, before carefully slicing the raw meat without another word. Hikaru accepted that she wasn't ready for that conversation, and discreetly moved the lettuce on his plate to hers.

"Is Hikaru afraid of the greens?" she laughed, her eyes brightening again.

"No. I just don't like them." He scowled. She laughed more.

"Have you tried them?" She giggled. He hesitated, and then shook his head in defeat. He had outright refused to ever eat them – not even once. "Bless." She pouted patronizingly, and he childishly imitated her. The two laughed for a moment, before she piled some of the plant onto her fork.

"No." He refused.

"Try them!" She placed the fork at his lips. An 'indirect kiss' thought popped into his head, and he flushed, accepting the lettuce without thinking.

He chewed.

And chewed.

And chewed.

And swallowed.

"... Well?" Rose chided. He scowled at her, and took back his lettuce. "Good boy. I hate the stuff, you can have mine."

He slapped her wrist playfully, still blushing slightly. It was becoming a habit around her – one he was eager to outgrow.

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They had finished the meal - Hikaru winning the 'I'm paying' war, and left side by side. He checked his watch – it wasn't even two in the afternoon.

"Do you want to go somewhere else? We've loads of time..." he hesitated. "... We could go to your sisters University if you like."

She was silent for a moment, frozen to the spot as she looked at him, eyes watering.

"N-no." She finally said, hastily wiping her eyes. "No. She'll be busy."

"Rose, I'm sure she wants to see you." Hikaru contradicted, and she laughed in a sad sort of way.

"Nah. I'd just make things harder for her." She decided. Hikaru didn't answer.

Instead, he allowed her to pull him along, and subconsciously, they found themselves holding hands. They forgot the previous topic of family, and chatted companionably about anything that came to their mind, laughing together. Hikaru began spinning her for no other reason than to hear her laugh again, and she toppled backwards, as he caught her. The two laughed again, as he propped her back up, Hikaru glad to notice the lack of a blush on his face.

The camera man saw that too.

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:O Gasp. Who is the camera man?

Anyway, it's all good. Next chapter will be a blast to the past ;D

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