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"Damn," 

Sometimes filming would go incredibly smooth and they would end up ahead of schedule. This generally caused the director to become uncharacteristically jolly and occasionally, Hikaru and his co-stars would be allowed to leave early. Today was the exact opposite though. Due to several screw ups by both the actors and the crew, they had gotten even less done, they were even held back.

Probably explains why I'm the only one around, Hikaru thought to himself as he staggered down the sidewalk. Admittedly, he had kind of been off his game today and the director had been screaming at him much more than he was at the others. Although he wasn't the only one at fault, he couldn't help but feel that they were behind on schedule because of him but you could never tell from just looking at him.

He darted his eyes, noticing that there was some manual labor being done. At the very least, he was happy to see some other people even if it was likely that they were only there because it was apart of their job, not because they wanted to be. The weird thing was the scene that was unfolding just across the street though - a man was holding a girl by the back of her collar, the girl's legs dangling.

"Violence in the workplace?" he murmured quietly when he saw that the girl had spotted him to. Suddenly, she was calling out to him from across the street, asking if they had ever met before. He had almost wanted to call back but refrained from doing so. When she pointed at him, Hikaru stopped walking.

The girl was running now and somehow, she had managed to jump the face that had divided the two of them. From afar, she seemed small enough considering that the man was able to lift her up into the air with a single hand. She was small close up too, Hikaru noted.

He looked down at her while she spoke, staring at her. He had hesitating a good few moments after she had finished before he decided to reply. For some reason, he was under the impression that she would suddenly disappear if he just waited, as though this random girl was just the embodiment of all of his stress. 

When it became apparent that was clearly not the case, only then did he speak but even so, he had ignored everything that she had said to him. "Who are you?"

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He took a single step back, yet his face was unflinching showing no sign of the nervousness that he was beginning to feel. He turned his head for a second to where the man who Hikaru supposed was her boss should have been but it seemed like he was making no move to accost his run amok employee, or not yet anyway. At the very least, it seemed that this girl knew who he was but in Hikaru's eyes, she had very little idea who she was. Either that or she was just playing with him.

He began to massage his temple as he outstretched his right hand right in front of the girl's face, attempting to process the situation. It seemed like she had recognized him, probably from a magazine rather than a full fledged fan considering the fact that she was unable to put a name to his oh so handsome face. When he had finished thinking, he looked her straight in the eye only to find that she had outstretched her own hand, as though expecting a handshake. 

"Yuzu it is then," he murmured reluctantly as he took her up on her offer with the firm grip that he had mastered after years of being in the political scene. His father had told him years ago that you could discern a strong man from a weak one by their handshake. Limp handshakers were often more "open" to suggestions than the firmer ones.

Her boss was shouting now but she seemed to ignore him. Deciding that his conversation was strangely worthwhile after all, Hikaru followed her example. Slightly more willing than before, he took the sharpie, using his weaker hand to hold the helmet still (which was difficult since it was still on her head) before quickly scribbling his name.

"We could talk," he began. "But it looks like you're needed elsewhere," he motioned towards her shouting boss, his cries and shrieks becoming slightly unbearable on Hikaru's ears.

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Without warning, she had already grabbed his wrist and said some words that Hikaru could barely hear, not because she was inarticulate but rather because he was still adjusting to her grip be it tight or loose. She was addressing someone else now, not him, but someone who was still beyond the face and after a quick conversation, Yuzu had her messenger bag.

He listened as they continued to speak, deciding to keep his mouth shut. After all, their work day routines had nothing to do with him and whether or not Yuzu treated everybody to coffee and cigarettes tomorrow had no direct affect on Hikaru and how he would go about his day tomorrow. Of course, at that last statement he had no choice but to interject.

"What are you saying? Don't give people the wron-," it had come out much more softly than Hikaru had intended and he was almost hundred percent sure that she didn't hear him scolding her but at the very least, Yuzu cleared up the misunderstanding at least somewhat. Eventually, she had begun moving again, her hand still wrapped around his wrist.

For a second, he contemplated trying to pry her fingers off of him but eventually relented against it as she had thrown a question his way. "Yes, I do. And yes, they do have all those things. But you won't find out. At least not today," he said, only somewhat irritated before letting out a sigh. "McDonald's sounds good," although he did not sound as enthusiastic as he would have liked to.

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"Well, what's the point of just going there?" he retorted. The high end and "classy" love hotels that she was talking about cost a lot of money but it was inevitable that you would eventually find yourself there if you had to sneak around. Besides, that wasn't even the big problem. Even if they didn't do anything, people would still get the wrong idea.

He had almost want to hit her, not a straight out punch intended to knock someone out but a quick yet stern bop on the head but he had refrained from doing so. Although she acted overly familiar and guiltily, so did he, this girl was pretty much a stranger to him. How could he lay his hands on her?

Also, she seemed like the kind of person who would make a big deal over it and seeing "Mishima Hikaru, woman beater," on tomorrow's headlines did not really entice him. Before he knew it, she had already begun exploring the bushes for sleazy cameramen looking for a quick buck. He watched with amusement giving sheepish smiles to anyone who stared for longer than a couple of seconds.

"You'll never end up on the front page of a newspaper walking with me," he told her seriously when she returned, not returning the thumbs up nor the grin that she had given him. "At the very most, a sleazy tabloid magazine," he added.

"Ninjas? If that were the case, they could make a great contribution to society than just snapping compromising photos," he mused. "Tch, screw it," he said uncharacteristically as he grabbed Yuzu by the wrist, similar to how she had done to him earlier.

"Maybe we can go to a love hotel."