Kyoko yawned and rose from her bed, the morning looking clear and beautiful. Smiling, she bid good morning to the light fairies that flitted outside of her window. Today would be a beautiful, wonderful, perfect day. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and she had a wonderful dream about making Sho cry, begging for her forgiveness by groveling at her feet. It was the perfect dream for the perfect morning.

She got dressed and headed down the stairs smiling brightly and bidding Okami-san good morning.

"Good morning Kyoko-chan. It's good to see you, but don't you have a shoot today?"

Kyoko nodded happily. "It's not until this afternoon. Moko-san and I are going to meet up at 10."

"But Kyoko-chan, its 10:15 right now"

"KYAAAAAAA!" Kyoko ran back upstairs and grabbed her bag. Panicking slightly, she sped back down the stairs, grabbing her bike and, at speeds that were humanly impossible, she rode away. Okami-san looked at her husband.

"You would think that after all this time she would set an alarm clock." Taisho grunted and continued to peel that day's vegetables.

"She'll learn eventually."

Kyoko made it to the shoot in record time, almost crashing into the wall as she parked her bike. She ran to the studio and skid to a stop in front of Kanae and Hiou, both of whom stared at her in disbelief.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! " Kanae caught her before she could fling herself into dogeza.

"MO, enough! You are not that late! We are still waiting on the rest of the group! Now get up or I will never speak to you again!"

Kyoko shot back up, her back perfectly straight. "HAI!"

Kanae rolled her eyes and returned to her conversation with Hiou. Kyoko sat on the floor and continued creating her newest curse doll, muttering curses against Fuwa Sho. Kanae distinctly heard her mutter about how he made her late today.

It was 11 o'clock when Ren and Yashiro arrived with Ogata and Amamiya in tow.

"Good morning." Ren flashed his brilliant smile.

"Good morning Tsuruga-san!" Kyoko jumped to her feet, quickly stowing her curse dolls back in her bag before Ren could get a good look at them. "How are you this morning?"

"I am fine thank you."

"Did you eat breakfast?" There was silence. Kyoko narrowed her eyes at the tall actor, who just continued to smile serenely. "Tsuruga-san, no matter how much you hate eating, you have to eat proper meals. You didn't eat breakfast this morning, did you?"

Ren held his smile. "Of course I did."

"What did you have?"

"Rice and coffee." Kyoko frowned. That was not a nutritious breakfast and he knew it. She rounded on Yashiro. "Yashiro-san, you cannot allow Tsuruga-san to make his own meals. If he chooses to eat at all, he never picks anything healthy and-" She was cut off as she was spun around, coming to a stop in front of Deedee, who was staring at her intently.

"I think that she will look best in lighter colors and in shoes with high heels." Deedee muttered to a young woman with long blond hair with a notepad. She began to play with Kyoko's hair, smoothing it this way and that, before mussing it and starting over. "hmm" She frowned slighting before smiling again and moving on to Ren. She pulled his head down to her level and messed with his hair briefly before walking in a slow circle around him, muttering to the blonde woman. She gave this same treatment to Kanae, Amamiya, and Hiou, who complained loudly about the treatment, earning him a flick to the forehead.

"Well," Deedee exclaimed, clapping her hands together, "It may be a bit of a challenge, but I can get them to work." She turned to the blonde. "Take these notes to my trailer and prep the makeup counter for our dear boys." She winked at Ren and Hiou before turning to the girls. "I will deal with you girls after so go with Rose here" she pointed to the blonde, "And she will get you measured for your outfits."

Waving them off, Deedee grabbed Hiou by the shoulders and steered him towards the makeup room, ignoring his protests of being treated like a kid. Ren and Yashiro followed behind, Ren smiling slightly. When they reached makeup, Deedee pushed both Hiou and Ren into the room and instructed them to take an empty seat. The she ushered Yashiro out if the room.

"Sorry love, actors only. The other managers are in Break room 5 with the directors to hash out shooting schedules and manager responsibilities and other busybody things. Don't worry," She smiled at him, were teeth eerily white against her red lips. "The shoot isn't until later." Closing the door in his face, Deedee returned to the makeup room. Hiou was in the farthest chair, actively ignoring her as Ren smiled his gentleman's smile.

"Well, since you boys are the first ones here, well start getting you ready now." She made her way over to Hiou and clipped a drawing to the mirror in front of him. "Your character is Nagasaki Kota, the young computer genius, so you are not big on your looks." Deedee mussed his hair. "So your hairstyle will be almost like bed head and you will need big square glasses for your look. However," she looked intently at his face, "your skin in too dry for an OCD guy who is big on hygiene; you are going to need a facial."

"What!?"Hiou looked at her, horrified. "That's for girls."

"And for indignant little boys with dry skin." She pressed the lever on the left side of the chair, causing it to recline. She reached for a facial mask and before Hiou could escape, slathered the blue mask over his face. She smacked his hand when he tried to wipe the goop off. "Boy, you can either deal with it now or keep wiping it off but I will tell you, I will keep applying it until it has done its job. So either act like a professional, or act like a child, but the end result will be the same."

On that final not she turned and glided over to Ren, who was chuckling slightly. "Actors these days, so dramatic." She smiled widely. "Thankfully you take good care of your skin and physique, but I heard that you have not been eating." Ren froze and Deedee made a soft tutting noise. "Now I'm going to tell you this only once, either you eat properly, or I will make you eat. Fortunately, we have some delish fruit here so I am commanding you as your beautician to eat an apple. Hiou-chan," Hiou glared at her as she set a large red apple in front of Ren. "Make sure Ren-chan eats the apple. If he doesn't, tell me immediately. No I will be back after checking in on the girls; the rest of the boys should be here shortly. And if any of you bring any kind of bad energy into my makeup room, I swear I will make you cross dress and put the images on the internet."

Sighing slightly and muttering under her breath about stubborn, unprofessional children, Deedee left the room, shutting the door behind her.

There was a moment of silence.

"She's one scary obaa-san."

"She'll probably be even scarier if she hears you calling her obaa-san."

"Like I care…" There was another pause. "Do you think she likes torturing people?"

"I dunno." Ren sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I just hope we never have to see her when she is angry."

Hiou muttered something under his breath that sounded liked the words 'scary,' 'demon,' and 'America,' though he couldn't be sure.

"She said you have to eat that apple."

'Nosy kid," Ren thought, biting into the sweet fruit. "I wonder how Kyoko is holding up."

Unknown to them, the girls were going through their own special brand of scary.