10. The dreams of a fangirl
Chie: Because writing corny, superfluous stuff can be surprisingly entertaining at times… *snicker*
450 Words
The assistant carefully knocked on the door of the scriptwriter's office. There had been unexpected trouble with tomorrow's script, so the writer had been required to stay late to work on it. A moment ago she had announced that the final script was ready for pick up.
At the sound of the mumbled 'enter', he opened the door and stepped in.
"Here," the writer said from behind the chaos that was her desk, not even bothering to look up from her keyboard and the hazardously piled stacks of paper conquering her desk.
Mutely, the assistant accepted the script, and was about to leave when a word from the page seemed to leap out to him.
Onsen.
The setting of the scene appeared to be at an onsen, where 'Sesshoumaru', 'Inuyasha' and 'Kouga' were all bathing only to be interrupted by a "sweet maiden" who at the script had been named as Chie.
The assistant's dubious eyes travelled to the absent-minded scriptwriter who was typing furiously behind her desk.
Then, unable to quell his curiosity, the assistant began to read.
"Who can this graceful being be, whose unearthly beauty doth blind my eyes?" spoke Inuyasha, whose bare, muscular chest quivered with passion when his parched eyes drank in the sight of the fair maiden.
"Surely she must be an angel in the guise of a mortal." Kouga whispered, his deep blue eyes alight.
"Nay, a goddess!" Sesshoumaru declared. He stood up in all his glory and stepped towards the maiden, reaching out his hand for her in an inviting manner.
The sweet maiden shyly averted her gaze, and the blush painting her cheeks rivalled the shine of the loveliest petals of the most beautiful of roses.
Still, she willingly gave her hand to the sculpted god that was so enticing her.
He pulled her close and began to undress her, slowly, with his hands as gentle as the caress of a lover…
The assistant tore his eyes off the script in stunned disbelief.
What the hell?
He blinked a few times and then loudly cleared his throat.
"Sensei… I think this is the wrong script."
"Hm?"
Chie looked up from her keyboard and snatched the stack of papers back from the nervous assistant. Her eyes briefly flew over the lines.
"Whoops, my bad. This one was mine."
She tucked the script safely into a desk drawer, before she started digging around the sea of paper littering her desk.
"Here," she said, pulling out the right script at last.
The assistant grabbed the stack of papers offered to him and quickly fled the room. Once the door slammed shut behind him, he sighed in relief.
That woman seriously gave him the creeps.