"Where were you?" Cain growled. He didn't have a cigarette in his mouth. He had run out of them. He had been lighting up one after another, chain smoking whether he was on or off camera. He was in a pissed off mood, and he had no nicotine left. It made for a very bad combination.

Her breath hitched, but she didn't say anything.

He had stalked around the set, and all the neighborhood stores when he had time. There were a trail of frightened cashiers and store attendants in a five kilometer radius of the set. He couldn't find her, no matter how hard he looked. He spent no time worrying about lunch. Each scene he had grown more and more frightening, so much so that his co-stars would forget their lines. Scenes were NG'ed over and over again, and it didn't help his mood.

After the sixth time attempting an act, he kicked a trash can so hard it folded in half. The director immediately called it a day, and stuttered at him to get some rest. The staff had bowed as a group, and dispersed like a herd of zebras facing a lion. No one wanted to be the last one there.

Setsuka could tell she had done something wrong. He grasped her wrist tightly, but she made no move to pull away from his grip.

"Onii-san, I wasn't far. I swear…"

"Where. Were. You." He left no argument in his voice, but still she said nothing. He pulled on her wrist harder. She cried out in surprise, and he let go. Without a word, he stalked away from her for the second time, leaving her shaking. It took a moment before she could gain her bearings.

"Wait! Onii-san! Cain! I'm sorry!" She grabbed the back of his black trench coat, but she didn't have enough of a grip to stop him. Cain shrugged her off and kept walking.

Everyone kept a wide birth, but they paid no attention to their fellow pedestrians. He ignored his sister's cries, her attempts at holding him back, and all her apologies. All he could do was finger his pockets for any leftover cigarettes and think about how angry he was. How worried he was. How she couldn't even tell him where she was all this time. He imagined her with some punk musician, laughing together at his loneliness and anxiousness.

He flagged down a taxi. One waved at him in response, and started to pull over.

I need a drink and some smokes…

"…I'm sorry! I love you! Don't go!"

Ren froze. Setsuka took the opportunity to catch up with him. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she circled around him. Holding onto his shirt, she peered up at him with tear-filled eyes. He looked down at her. His face was a mask. The speeding cars' headlights illuminated her amber watery look.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you worry. You're important to me..please don't be angry."

Ren reached up and wiped a falling tear from her eye. She looked so… helpless. So apologetic… He dropped his head.

"I love you..onii-sama…"

She knew she had said the wrong thing the moment it came out of her mouth. His eyes turned to flint. His anger was ten times greater than it was before. Cain withdrew his hand like her tears were scalding water.

He grabbed the door of the stopped taxi and swung it open. Without care, he shoved her into the backseat.

Setsuka stumbled in, landing on her back. She propped herself up with her elbows and extended her hand towards him. "Wait..wait!"

Cain looked down into the taxi. Her small pale frame against the black seats made her look oddly beautiful. Her golden eyes glowed in shock and pain. Her hair had come out of its ponytail and laid long against her frame. He could see the bruise on her wrist as clear as day.

She has no idea who I am. Onii-sama…sempai… Tsuruga-san…I'm tired of all these damn labels.

"The Shangri-La." He hissed into the taxi, and slammed the door.

"Wait, no! NO!" The taxi pulled away as she stuck her head out the window. She watched the large black frame turn around, and walk the other way.

"WAIT! REN!"

******

Poor Kyoko-chan. You try to please everyone and you please no one.

I think I've about 4 more chapters in this. I just had this in my head and had to get it out before I lost the desire to write.

This counts as romance, right? Angsty romance…

The Shangri-La is a new five star luxury hotel in Tokyo. I find it much easier to just research the truth.