19. Advice
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Narita Ken was sitting on his chair, taking slow, savouring sips of his morning coffee. He made for an eerie sight, because he had paused to take his coffee break mid-make up. He was wearing Sesshoumaru's kimono, and his eyes had been turned golden by the coloured contact lenses. His fake nails were glued on. His face was lacking the usual make up, and he had not yet put on the heavy and long silvery wig to cover for his short black hair. He was also missing his armour; he did not want to put it on until the very last minute.
He took a deep breath and revelled in the scent of the rich coffee. It felt heavenly, to be able to relax like this before another long and tiring day of shooting.
For once he had left to his own peace; there were no troublesome female staff members to disturb him with their inane chatter. Sometimes he wished he could take a leaf out of Sesshoumaru's book and just aim a deadly glare at the cumbersome females… But alas, he had an image to maintain, an image of a suave, charismatic bachelor.
"Good morning!"
The cheery greeting broke through his musings. Over the rim of his take-away coffee cup he trained his predatory golden eyes to regard the newcomer.
It was her. She was chattering to the young Akio-kun who was on the set today for 'Kohaku's' scenes. The usually reclusive youngster did not seem to mind her company. Her attention elsewhere allowed him to take a moment to study her unnoticed. In silent fascination he took in her feminine features, the amused glimmer in her brown eyes, the upward twist of her inviting lips, her long, jeans-clad legs…
"Careful, lad."
Ken startled and turned to look at the man who had at some point appeared to stand by his side. Morikawa, the respected senior actor cast in the TV drama as the arch villain 'Naraku'.
"Careful about what?" Narita questioned, trying to seem unaffected.
"If you stare at her that intently out in the open like this, sooner or later someone will notice." Morikawa's gentle eyes were merrily twinkling with a certain smug way that clearly indicated that the old man was very well aware of what was going on.
Narita Ken did not reply, in fact, he decided to ignore him.
Morikawa shook his head, and walked away, chuckling softly to himself.
Ah, to be young again.