The ugly truth
580 Words
Himeko and Kouji took to each other immediately. This was a good thing, since their respective roles, 'Sango' and 'Miroku' served as love interests to each other in the drama. According to the early script they had been handed, he would also be groping her a fair deal on camera.
On the first day of shooting, his eyes widened when she arrived at the set.
"Oh my gosh," he exclaimed, "I love your hair!"
Himeko, who tended to her appearance with meticulous care, and who had spent a great deal of her morning carefully constructing the delicate soft curls, was very much pleased by the compliment.
"Thanks!" she responded, positively beaming. "Yours is great too!"
With a confident smirk, Kouji ran his hand through his thick, long locks.
"I know, right?"
For a moment the actors stared at each other and then burst together into a delightful laughter.
o~D~o
By the lunch break, they were quite clearly best friends forever, and chatted excitedly about their many shared interests – such as shopping and fashion. Himeko felt almost a bit overwhelmed, because usually she didn't take to other people so fast, but somehow with Kouji, there just was this uncanny connection pulling them together.
He suddenly leaned into her and hissed in an urgent whisper.
"Don't stare but there's a great ass at ten a clock!"
Himeko glanced from the corner of her eye at the eye candy of a stage hand, who had just bent over to pick something up from the floor.
Moving in perfect sync, the two actors unconsciously leaned to the edge of their seats and then sighed wistfully in unison.
"Wow," Himeko breathed.
"Gorgeous," Kouji muttered dreamily.
o~D~o
After the shooting, they stayed in and practised reading the script together. Himeko was having a blast and he greatly enjoyed Kouji's company.
When the time finally came for them to part, Himeko couldn't stop herself. She stared after the retreating back of the man and sighed dreamily.
Briefly, just in passing, she felt a stab of guilt in her gut – after all, she was about to go home to her husband… But the connection she shared with Kouji was something else, her treacherous mind insisted stubbornly.
Satsuki passed by, and stopped in her tracks as she noticed the look in Himeko's eyes, as well as who was the recipient of her adoring stare.
She shook her hair, the strands framing her head dancing merrily with the movement.
Satsuki placed her hand on Himeko's shoulder and effectively woke the older woman from her dreamland, back to the cruel reality.
"You do realise that he's gay?"
Himeko frowned as Satsuki's words slowly sank in.
"What?" she gasped then, in utter shock.
"Trust me," the tomboyish actress said, torn between amusement and sympathy towards her colleague. "He is batting for the other team."
Himeko blinked helplessly for a while, as the world as she knew it crumbled around her.
For some reason, she felt oddly betrayed – and that made her angry.
"Whatever," the actress snapped unexpectedly. "I need to get back home to my husband anyway."
With her head held up high, Himeko strode out of the studio, the clicking of the heels of her trendy stilettos trailing her proud steps.
Satsuki let out a very un-ladylike snort at the actress' response.
Well, at least Himeko's husband would be relieved to know that the man groping his wife on national television would not be tempted to make any further advances behind the scenes.