Setsuka looked around to check if the coast was clear, and if no one was following her. She could feel stares, and decided to take a walk around the expansive set first to shake off the curious glances. Once she felt like she was out of sight, the leather clad teenager trotted over to her original destination. Pushing the unlocked door as inaudibly as possible, she eased her way into Tsuruga's personal dressing quarters. When the door clicked safely behind her, she took a deep sigh and pulled the lip ring from her mouth.

Under normal circumstances, she'd never enter Tsuruga-san's dressing room without permission. It was one of the few places on location that was completely private however, and the president had asked her to check in while no one was around. Kyoko didn't quite understand why she couldn't call him while Tsuruga-san was around, but she hadn't had time to ask. She was too nervous about the idea of living with Tsuruga-san as a brother-loving Setsuka to ask anything pertinent to her role.

Kyoko never was foolish enough to think she was anywhere near Tsuruga's level. A new talento like she couldn't even scratch the foot of Japan's number one actor. Still, he could get so deep in the role of Cain, she found herself reverting to Setsuka out of protection. He could just emit anger, menace, and violence. It was like he was brought up in the worst of times, and decided to force it onto the environment around him.

I wonder if clinging to Tsuruga-san is what makes him so angry. Every time he looks at me when he filming, the air turns hazy and dangerous.

The tinkle of a ring tone came from her pocket, and she pulled out the pink mobile. Glancing at the name, she perked up.

"Moshi moshi, Yashiro-san."

"KYOKO-CHAN!? I MISS YOU!" Yashiro tears flowed through the cell as Kyoko held it cupped between her hands. She found herself sitting in Ren's trailer couch, holding her slightly damp phone.

"Yashiro-san, please try to enjoy your vacation. Do you not like hot spings?"

Yashiro sniffled, and the waterworks eventually started to taper off. "It's not that…Hokkaido is beautiful, and it's nice to come home every once and a while…" He sniffed again, then paused. "I thought I called Tsuruga. Why are you on Tsuruga's phone? …Did something happen?" Instead of sounding nervous, he sounded hopeful. Kyoko tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh… all of his calls are being redirected to me. I'm… Tsuruga-san's temporary assistant while you're away." Kyoko laughed nervously. That was kind of her job now. To watch over Tsuruga-san. She wasn't sure how much President Takarada would allow Yashiro to know.

"Oh..okay. I'm sure you're doing a wonderful job." He sounded pouty now. She couldn't figure out why he would be. "Would you like any souvenirs while I'm here?"

"Hmm, a fairy crown! Or a glass slipper would be nice…" Kyoko clasped her hands (and the phone) together, and let her mind wander. There was a nervous laugh over the line.

"I'll try my best…make sure Ren-san takes care of himself."

"Hai!" With the click of the line, Kyoko also pressed the end button.

*

She had tried calling the president, but the line went to his secretary. She had told Kyoko she could wait on hold, and wait she did. Sitting so long listening to elevator music had caused her dozed off. When she woke up, she was still on hold. Lori might be eccentric, but he was the president in one of the most successful talent agencies in Asia. It didn't surprise her she couldn't get in touch with him. Sighing in defeat, she shut the phone.

Kyoko then called the Darumaya restaurant, and assured her landlords that everything was just fine "on set." They fretted over her and her work, and she fretted over not being there to help them during the busy times. There was lots of nervousness, laughter, and comfort.

Sliding the door shut as quietly as possible, she smiled with a warm heart and an appreciation of how lucky she was. Kyoko flipped her rose tipped locks behind her shoulder. She looked at the setting sun, and was surprised how much time had passed.

I wonder if Tsuruga-san is still on set. Ah!

She could hear the heavy footprints approaching her quickly. Setsuka beamed and turned around in a outstretched hug.

"Onii-sama!…" He grabbed one of her wrist in his large grip and yanked her small frame to him. "Onii! That hurts!" She stumbled on her heels, and looked up at him. Her blood ran cold, as wild furious eyes glowered back.

***********

I personally love Yashiro. A fan boy, overly dramatic, with a splash of meddling and pride. He's so much fun to watch. I had to plug him in somewhere.

I finally got an idea on how I'd like this story to play out. It will not be a long fic. I don't have the patience for that. There will be romance though. And blood. There will be blood…