Cain slowly bit down on his cigarette, sitting behind the backdrop of scene 13. A circle of staff bickered in the background, trying to figure out who'd be unlucky enough to ask the frightening actor to move. He let the cancerous smoke fill his lungs, and exhaled it just as smoothly. The air around him hung dark, despite it being a bright winter afternoon. He knew he was sitting on one of the heavy black prop boxes needed for the next scene, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

It had been so long since Tsuruga Ren was allowed to not care what people thought. To not have to force a smile. Tsuruga Ren never was allowed to think that way, but as Cain…

It's nice to be free again…

"Ano…Heel-san…we need…that box.…"

A whimpering young intern tried to speak as she shakily pointed to the box he was sitting on. She attempted to find it in her voice to ask him to move. With a lazy smoky glace, she fell silent at his stare.

Cain took another long drag of the cigarette, and looked straight at her. He took the stick out of his mouth, and flicked the ashes burnt off. Languidly gazing through her clothes, he gave her a predatory grin. The emperor of the night smile. She shivered like a mouse in front of the snake, but stayed put as if a deer in the road.

It had been a long time playing the good boy.

…too long…

"Onii-sama, what's wrong?" Setsuka lazily wrapped her arms around Cain's wide back. She purred as she nuzzled herself into Cain's soft locks. Ren temporarily froze. Glancing up, Setsuka caught the shivering girl invading her onii's personal space. Her eyes narrowed, and her breathy purrs came out as a promised threat. "Is she…bothering you?"

Flicking the cigarette and standing up without a word, Ren walked away, leaving Cain behind.

"..o-onii-sama..wait!"

As they left , the intern fell to the floor and started crying. Once the coast was clear, a rush of staff members came to meet her. They tried to calm her down and tell her how brave she was, but she couldn't bear to tell them what really was causing her to shiver.

As Ren walked as quick as his character would allow without looking suspicious, Setsuka was right behind him. He could hear the click of her heels trying to keep up with his long strides. He got to his trailer, and he twisted the doorknob.

"Stay," he barked. The clicking of her heels stopped.

Once he entered the trailer and shut the door behind him, he went to the mini bar. Uncorking the whiskey, he took a swig and placed it on the table. Ren basked In the burn as the amber liquid slid down his throat.

Letting his dark side out was bad enough, but to feel her breath in his hair, and her slim pale arms hug him from behind… he didn't know which was worse. He was stuck between drowning in his character or being unable to perform.

"My sister…" Ren rasped out. Laughing lightly, he took another small swig, and sat on the chair. He let his head hang between his legs, debating on how long he could keep walking this tightrope.

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A/N: Heeheehee. Suffer Ren suffer. Nothing better than sweet torture. That's what you get for being a bad kid when you were younger. Tsk tsk.