103. The Date
547 Words
Ken had come to the studio that day, to film a few scenes director Takahashi insisted should be re-done. The new scenes got the ok, and Ken headed out to his dressing room to change back to his normal attire. Before he left the studio to go to his other job, he pulled Satsuki aside.
"Are you free this Saturday?"
Satsuki blinked, slightly surprised, and her heart started to beat a little faster.
"Sure," she replied quickly. "I have no plans for Saturday."
"You do now," Ken told her firmly with a satisfied smirk. "I will come to pick you up at five."
"Where will we be going?" Satsuki asked, barely able to contain her curiosity.
"My place. I thought I could make you dinner."
"I didn't know you cook!"
"I save my cooking skills only for special occasions," he intoned smoothly.
A smile lit up Satsuki's face.
"In that case, I can hardly wait."
Ken bent down to place a single, casual kiss on the actress' forehead.
"Until Saturday," he said, before turning around and leaving the studio.
Satsuki watched him go, still smiling, but her pleasant daze was soon shattered.
Out of nowhere, Mitsuo appeared to her side.
"What was that about?" he inquired.
Satsuki didn't even manage to reply before Himeko and Kouji were there too, both of them sporting wide grins.
"We overheard, Ken-san and Satsuki-chan are going to have a date," Himeko announced.
"The date," Kouji corrected, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Oh yes, definitely the date," Himeko crooned.
"What the hell are you two talking about?" Mitsuo blurted, voicing the question Satsuki had wanted to ask.
"Have you been over at Ken-san's place before?" Himeko asked Satsuki.
"Well, no… We mostly have just lunch dates because of the schedules…"
"Ha!" Kouji exclaimed victoriously. "The date," he said, looking at Himeko who was nodding furiously.
"What's the date, then?" Mitsuo asked, his voice betraying his annoyance at the infuriating duo's antics.
"Well, Ken-san invited Satsuki-chan over – for the first time," Himeko started in a reasoning tone.
Kouji lifted a finger.
"He said he'll cook her dinner," Himeko continued, and another finger of Kouji's joined the first one.
"And, he said he only cooks on special occasions!" Himeko finished triumphantly, while a grinning Kouji wiggled all three fingers in the air.
"Thus, we can conclude that this date will be the date!" Himeko announced to her audience of two, both of whom were stunned to silence.
"Meaning," Kouji chuckled, "that they will be getting it on."
Mitsuo blinked, while Satsuki flushed furiously.
"What? No! He didn't, he – " she babbled in protest, suddenly nervous about the date she had until now been looking forward to.
Desperately, Satsuki turned to Mitsuo.
"Come on, tell these two perverted idiots that they're way off and making mountains!"
Mitsuo shrugged.
"I don't know," he drawled. "I think these two perverted idiots have kind of a point. I mean, those are tell-tale signs."
Satsuki's blush deepened.
"Don't worry, Satsuki-chan," Himeko chirped. "We'll help you prepare for the big night."
Himeko grabbed her arm, and Kouji instantly appeared on her other side, gripping the other arm.
"I'd rather you didn't," Satsuki groaned, unable to quell the ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach as the two perverts led her away.