7. Of makeup and costumes
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Threateningly close to morbid fascination, Satsuki kept helplessly staring at Narita Ken, unable to stop herself. The actor was currently calmly sitting still in a chair, while the make-up artist fussed all over him. His short black hair had disappeared under the luscious and ridiculously pretty silver wig, and his typical clothes had been replaced by the traditional hakama and a beautiful white kimono. It was almost as if the charismatic actor had becomethe demon lord, in front of her very eyes.
However, by the time the actor had closed his eyes and the make-up artist had began to spread on the magenta eye shadow with decisive brush strokes, Satsuki couldn't hold in her snicker anymore.
Still keeping his eyes closed, as he patiently sat still for the preparation, Ken spoke.
"Something amusing you, Kagome?" he asked dryly, the mocking manner obvious by the use of the character's name as opposed to her real name.
"How does it feel to get to be all made up, pretty boy?" the mischievous female shot back.
One elegant eyebrow rose in an inquisitive manner.
"It comes with the job." he said simply. "But worry not; your mirth will be short lived."
"Oh?" Satsuki replied, a slight challenge in the tone of her voice. "How so? Are you going to tear me to pieces with your claws?" she mocked, her gaze brushing over his glued on fake nails.
"No. But I did catch a glimpse of your costume, earlier," he calmly replied in his smooth voice.
Satsuki tore her eyes off the indigo crescent moon the make-up artist was currently painting on the actor's forehead. For some reason, the sadistic smirk that had suddenly appeared on his lips filled her with dread.
Of course, it could have been an empty threat, but she had to see it for herself now. Satsuki hurried to the dressing room.
The matronly staff member raised her gaze, as Satsuki entered, and the woman smiled gently at the young actress.
"Here to pick up you outfit, dear?"
"Yes," Satsuki replied, fidgeting.
"'Kagome', was it?"
Satsuki nodded.
"Here you go, dear," the woman said in a friendly manner and handed the costume over.
Satsuki stared at it for a while, the horror in her eyes growing.
No. Oh no.