Kyoko held her cheeks as she paced back and forth across Tsugara's trailer door. She could feel his weighty despair through the cracks, and her spirits scratched at the metal knob like dogs begging to be let in. ~I want to go in...~ They all howled together. ~I want to bask where the darkness is... Let me in…~

Her pacing sped with every full circle. Before she realized it, there was an ankle deep trench.

I shouldn't have touched him! I shouldn't have touched him! He must think me so unprofessional! Tears flowed down her face as she plastered herself to the trailer wall in a vertical dogeza. TSURUGA-SAN! I'M SORRY!

She continued to wail until the sound of muffled speedy footprints stopped her. Her tears dried instantly, and her ears perked up.

"Everyone on the set!" A hurried aid's voice called over a mini megaphone. "Two minutes!"

I mustn't let people discover Tsugara-san's identity. Unprofessional or not, I cannot be a burden to him.

With that simple thought, Kyoko shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She leaned her back against the metal door, and cocked her head to the side. Setsuka rapped her knuckles against the wall and called out sweetly.

"O-nii-sa-ma, times up! Don't make me come in after you…"

The door opened slowly, and Tsugara emerged. Looking calmer than when he entered, he took one glance at Kyoko and curved the edge of his lips up. Kyoko looked back at him in surprise and blushed. She glanced down in embarrassment, dropping her character.

"I'm..i'm sorry Tsu…" He nudged her with his elbow and she looked back up at him. His lips curved up again and he shook his head. Falling silent, Kyoko slinked her arm around his jutted elbow and walked him back to set side by side.

By the time they made their way up to the director's chair, they were back to being The Heels.

"Director-san, I brought him back. Be careful with him." Setsuka giggled and stepped in front of her brother, a spring to each step. Extending to her tip-toes, she tapped him on his lips and winked.

"Now work hard onii-sama. I won't be here to watch you the whole time."

Inside, Tsugara was reeling. For a girl to be so scantily clad, walking in public all alone was simply asking for trouble. He already knew most of the male crew had stared at her throughout his earlier shoots. It was the reason the director was able to get him to look so menacing when he was in such a small part of the background. Setsuka, Kyoko, or whomever, she wasn't safe. He couldn't even watch her pick up the fallen freebies the hotel gave her the night before. That sort of embarrassment wouldn't stop others though.

His mood grew darker. He couldn't say no, but even Cain cared about his "sister."

"Where?" Cain grunted.

"Hi-mi-tsu(1)" She purred. Turning around to run off set, she waved back at him. "Ja ne!"

The cast watched her bounce off, her metal accessories tinkering as she rounded a corner.

"Don't worry Cain-san. She's a good cute girl; she can handle herself." The director laughed assuredly while patting his shoulder.

He bit through his cigarette, and it fell slowly to the floor. Turning around to the director, his eyes were as black as a burning coals. The director quickly removed his hand, and laughed nervously.

" Everyone…places…"

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(1) Himitsu = It's a secret

I know there's some debate between Kyoko and Kyouko, but if I corrected all my Kyoko's to Kyouko, I know I'll most likely forget at some point and have both versions in the same chapter. Just put up with me for that point.

I'm pretty much writing, with a one paragraph ahead visibility. I've a few small ideas what I want to do with the story, but I wasn't planning on this being anything more than a one-shot. If you want me to continue, tell me. If you can't visual a character properly, tell me. If anyone seems OOC, please please tell me. If I write, I want it to be at least decent.