A/N: Hello, folks! Sorry it took so long, I've been busy and having a bit of writer's block.

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Yes. Compared with the women he had been with before—on and off screen— it was probably the worst kiss Ren had ever received. But, right now, he could really care less. The lips touching his were Kyoko's, the only woman he ever loved. That made it perfect.

Ren sighed and wrapped his arms around Kyoko's small frame.

At last . . .

Kyoko felt Ren tremble against her. She was about draw away to see if he was all right when he moved back.

Kyoko opened her mouth to say something when Ren's mouth swiftly descended on hers again.

A shiver coursed through Kyoko that originated in her toes and traveled up her trembling legs to shake her heart. A wave of dizziness and heat lapped up against her as Ren gently nipped her lower lip.

Ren . . .

Ren drew away again. This time Kyoko felt a little disappointed. She surprised herself when she realized she had not wanted him to stop. That surprise melted into shock as Ren moved from her lips to trail down her cheek and finally to rest on her bare neck. She heard herself gasp.

Kyoko's gasp seemed to bring Ren back to his senses and he swiftly pulled away, holding her at arms length. Kyoko thought she saw fear on his face, but it must have been her imagination because it was gone in the next second.

"And that, Mogami-san, is a kiss," Ren said, albeit a little breathlessly.

"Thank you," Kyoko gulped, "Tsuruga-sempai."

Sempai.

"Tsuruga-san, are you alright? Is something wrong?"

Ren internally jolted. The mask must have slipped for a moment, revealing his disappointment.

Up came the default smile.

"Just fine, Mogami-san. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because that's your fake smile, Tsuruga-san."

Ren only smiled wider, sending a cold stab of dread through his kohai.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Mogami-san. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a meeting to go to. See you at rehearsal tomorrow?"

Kyoko nodded, but kept looking up worriedly at him. Ren ignored her puppy dog eyes as best he could and almost dashed from the room.

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Kotonami Kanae, whilst sitting in the company cafeteria, glanced up at the bespectacled man who was sitting not too far from her. Ren was apparently taking a nap and his manager was apparently taking a lunch break. He was eating out of a pre-made bento box and reading a thick book.

Suddenly, Yashiro put down the tome and took off his glasses to wipe them off. Moko breathed sharply. Gray eyes. Not something you see everyday in Japan. She had never noticed it before. And why should she have? When she first met him all her concerns were focused on Kyoko, she did not care what color eyes Tsuruga Ren's manager had.

As if he sensed her gaze on him, Yashiro looked up at her . . . and recognized her.

Despite her slight embarrassment at being caught she wondered if his glasses were just for show then.

Yashiro seemed to catch himself and quickly replaced his glasses with a blush.

Cute . . .

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"Alright, Ren-kun," the director began, "I want you to deliver that line on the sofa."

"Okay."

"Now, Kyoko . . ."

"Yes, sir?"

"I want you to deliver your line while sitting on his lap."

". . ." said Kyoko.

" . . ." said Ren.

"Is there a problem?" The director asked cocking a disapproving eyebrow.

Ren's throat tightened. He would not lose this part to his feelings. But, would Kyoko?

Ren met her eyes and saw them waver for a moment. He mouthed her name in a question: "Can you do this?" His heart surged when his query was answered by her familiar, firm resolve.

"No. No problem, Mr. Director."

"Alright then. Ready? Aaand . . . ACTION!"

B.J. buries his face in his hands.

"It was revenge . . .that man killed my friend in cold blood . . . my best friend . . . since we were kids." B.J. gives a shuddering sob.

"I know," Yoshiki whispers, crossing over to B.J. and sitting down on his lap, she puts her arms around him.

"What are you doing?" B.J. growls.

"Just loving you."

B.J. tilts his face up to her. Yoshiki kisses his head then . . .

Kyoko paused for a moment, looking into Ren's eyes before taking the plunge.

Ren was almost startled out of character by the fierceness of Kyoko's kiss. She was Yoshiki now.

Brava, Kyoko.

Ren pressed back, answering with B.J, tangling his hands in her hair and caressing her back.

Kyoko lost track where Yoshiki ended and she had begun, but through Yoshiki, she took more initiative then she would have as herself . . . and it drove Ren crazy. He planted kisses along her jaw, down to her neck. Kyoko gasped and worked her fingers into his dark hair, bringing his head closer into the curve of her throat.

The director took off his glasses to wipe off the steam. These kids were good. If did not know better, he could have sworn that something else was going on here . . .

Ren kissed Kyoko's lips again, passion flooding his brain, and before he could stop himself . . .

"I love you," he breathed against her mouth.

"CUT! CUT!"