Chie: This is the first half of a story idea that - curiously enough - isn't originally mine. A friend of mine wrote the original drabble, based on an online conversation we had a while back. He had already set the drabble in the Dramatic! universe, so I rewrote his little drabble to incorporate it into the story. So kudos to my faithful doggie and the combined evil of our minds! :3
33. Thirst
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It had been a long day in the studio once again, and by the end of it, Satsuki was exhausted, not to mention parched. The bright spotlights had been beaming at them all day long, and she had been sweating under her long wig for hours. She slouched determinedly towards her dressing room. She would rid herself of her sweaty clothes and of her insufferable wig, and then find herself a cool beverage. Satsuki's mind was stubbornly set on her goal as she slipped into her dressing room.
The young woman who always helped Satsuki with her makeup was waiting for the actress, and kindly helped her remove the annoying wig before the staff member exited the room, taking the wig with her. Finally left alone, Satsuki sighed in delight as she ran her hand through her freed raven locks and grabbed a tissue to dab away the moisture that was glistening on her forehead.
o~D~o
Narita Ken had not missed the way the actress of his interest had slouched before she disappeared into the dressing room nor the few beads of sweat that had been glistening on her forehead. He was sure she was feeling uncomfortable. So was he, in his daiyoukai regalia.
Pondering the situation and the opportunities it presented, Ken decided to go and purchase a bottle of cool water from the cafeteria and then go to present the refreshment to the woman who had caught his interest. Occasional random acts of kindness and consideration would undoubtedly alter the presumptions she harboured of him. Such an offering would surely surprise the actress, but it would also work for his ultimate agenda of conquering her.
Smirking to himself, Narita Ken set on his quest.
o~D~o
Satsuki groaned in annoyance as she heard a knock on the door. She had just begun to change her clothes, and was in rather an awkward position, tangled in the shirt she has just been about to pull over her head.
"What is it?" she snapped resignedly, stilling in her actions. Her voice was muffled by the piece of clothing that was almost covering her face. "I'm changing right now."
"It's me, Ken." the deep smooth voice carried from the other side of the door. "You looked like you could have used a refreshment so I thought to bring you some water. Are you decent?"
Satsuki's brows drew into a frown as surprise mingled with suspicions. Narita Ken was being considerate? Or was he just trying to get into her dressing room to corner her once again?
Sighing, Satsuki forcefully quelled the nasty suspicions, feeling slightly guilty at how she had lashed out at the man the last time they had been alone. And as dry and parched her throat was, it would have been silly to refuse the actor's offer.
"The door isn't locked. You can come in, there's a table right by the door. You can leave the water there and then go."
"Alright," the agreement came quickly and easily, and then Satsuki heard the door open.