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For the Bi-weekly Slash contest.First entry there.
Longest thing I've written since... half a year ago. *Dies*

Done for the Celebrity date pairing. Everything is rather lightly implied. Imagination=friend
Ren/Nick.
Lightlightlight Ines/Yuki.
1489 words. .-.

POV is rather twitchy. Like I said, haven't written much in a while, majorly rusty. xd Please note- Not beta-ed

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It wouldn’t surprise me if Ines decided to kill me after the show. Painfully slow. With torture devices.

Tonight the director wanted to have us practice one of the scenes where ‘our band’ was performing on stage at the trendiest club on Gaia. It was a tricky scene too, where Ines would slowly circling me while I was to rock out to a guitar solo, then rip the guitar out of my hands . From there it would be a back and forth thing, stealing the guitar trying to upstage the other, till she was to trip over a cord and hurtle towards the crowd.

I would then have to ‘dive’ and save her. AKA not killing her when she landed on the mat during practice, which I kept doing.

So after three day worth of bruises had piled up on us both, showing up late wasn’t exactly the best thing to do.

“Sorry.”

She gave a huff, and instead turned to watch the tech crew finish setting up the mats and wires. Grounding out a quick expletive, she went her way up to the stage, my sullen self trailing along behind her.

I tuned my instrument, settling the strap along my shoulder as Ines did the same. I let my experienced fingers play the cords, and let out a few quick thrums to warm up. We settled on the part of the song before the solo, which I knew by heart.

“You gonna’ tell me what made you so late, or am I going to have use Nick’s puppy dog eye technique?” The guitar let out a shrill whine from my surprised jerk. The glint in her eyes turned dangerous as she looked at me, and I knew to fear for my life.

“Or maaaaaybeeee…” She drawled, “I should just guess? Maybe something involving our youngest heartthrob, some whips, some chains…”

“Stop.”

“Oh, I must be getting close!” I could tell she wanted to continue, but at moment Yuki and Lond came in, and her eyes instantly drew to the petite hipster. I was saved.

Finally, after numerous tries, I managed to reach the point where I wasn’t hurting the two of us on the dive, so we took a break. The director would come and watch us soon and clear us for filming, till then we decided to throw back some caffeine.

“So Ren, dah-ling, the world wants to know, what were you and the jailbait up too last night?”

CRUNCH went the soda can, ending its sad tinfoil life then and there, its liquid innards spilling onto my practice pants.

“Nothing.”

Her smirk widened.

“I’m serious. We went grocery shopping. That’s it.”

“I don’t believe that buddy-boy. You guys seemed awfully close yesterday after filming. Maybe it started to heat up when you dropped him off at the apartment? Reach across his shoulder to get something from a higher shelf, but rubbed to close? Ya’ did manage to remember the whip cre-”

“Shut up.” I felt like my face was about to melt off.

I was thankfully rescued from further questioning when Yuki chose that moment to pull Ines away under visage of wanting to talk about the club scene. Yuki, being the trendy teen, would of course be featured in the episode as part of the audience. However I doubt that’s all they would be talking about.

I got up, passing the ruckus around me. Adrianna ran past, her heels clicking an odd tune behind her, Lond following at a smother pace. One part of the tech crew was up in the rafters, fiddling with the lights to pull off a club atmosphere, yelling vulgarities and techno light babble. A camera man was cradling his camera like a baby, yelling to what looked to be an intern about care and caution and some such or other. A crowd of extras about Yuki’s age were giggling in a corner of the set, gossiping about one thing or another till they were needed again.

Rounding the cutoff from the set to the dressing rooms, I saw Nick chatting with a gopher, his back held straight. It amused me when Nick complained about his characters bad posture, but the most I let on to said amusement was a small smile. The two ahead of me waved each other off, so I trailed a hand up Nicks back before he could turn.

“Watch out for Ines.”

His back shivered. Giving a cheerful laugh he twirled around happily to face me.

“She angry again? Did you crush her again? Are you feeling alright? How was practice?” He threw his arms across my hips in a makeshift hug, before ushering me across the hall to my dressing room.

“Late.”

He tittered quietly, a makeshift blush across his cheeks. As Ines had guessed, it had been more or less his fault. But nowhere as near… perverted as she would have made it. We had in fact gone shopping, and Nick had made a small dinner in thanks. We ended up on the couch watching cheesy movies and falling asleep where we were, awaking in the morning well past the time I was to be at the studio, snuggled up on one another’s arms.

The soda stained pants feel to my ankles, and I moved to grab a clean pair. The blush on Nicks face exploded to an even deeper color. Ines wasn’t the only one allowed to have fun around here. See his face light up like that was a real treat that I’d never tire of. He’s get back at me later, I was sure.

Back on the stage later, Ines continued poking around, trying to get me to divulge what had happened. Nick was tuck away on the other side of the set, thankfully away from sight. Around One PM they’d be filming him and Yuki as she dragged him across town to get ready for club-hopping, so they were both in wardrobe getting ready, so I was safe to focus on practicing till then.

The director came by and did his thing, clearing us to begin filming around Two PM, leaving instructions for us to run through it one last time.

We got right up to the point where I was supposed to go after Ines when she fell, and land on the mat beside her, when Nick and Yuki popped out and I did the complete opposite.

“Damnit Ren, whats’ta big idea! Gerroff me! I swear, you do that one more time and I‘ll kill‘ya! I‘ll shove yer‘guitar down your throat bit by bit an-!” Yuki started laughing at that moment, finding something about our situation humorous. Ines let out a whistle, attention drawn away completely.

“Yuki Darling! You look rock-ing! And Nick!” Another appreciative whistle, “I bet the fans will eat you up!”

Now don’t get me wrong, I hadn’t meant to land on Ines again, but if out of nowhere the boy you had been romancing came out dressed like Nick was, you’d crash into something too. His usual baggy outfit had been replaced by form-fitting club gear, dark pants that laced up the side, and a bright red jacket covering a shirt that showed skin along the bottom hem when he wasn’t slouching. There were a few artful additions, hair spiked with light red highlight gel, and a smattering of red sparkles along his lightly blushing cheeks.

Ines sidled up next them and snagged them both by the shoulders. “Yuki my dear, your character has some great taste! Nicky-poo, this is the outfit the ladies chose? No wonder they filmed you getting ganged up by a bunch of girls yesterday! Can’t imagine sweet ‘ole you going in that normally, they must’ve bodily shoved you into it.” Both girls let out laughs at that. I decided to just stare at the peeking line of skin along his navel

One of the secondary characters gave a yell over to Yuki and Nick, informing them that shooting was soon, don’t be late, and I watched Ines draw away to fiddle with Yuki’s skirt.

“You… look really good.” There went that face melting sensation again.

Nick ran his fingers through his hair, trailing to his neck, and down the small shirt to tug at the hem. My eyes followed their trail.

“Thanks. W-wardrobe said t-to tell you guys it was y-your turn. Your outfit l-looks good too.” He seemed to shrink slightly, making something up in his mind. In a move so swift I caught none of it, he yanked the sleeve of my shirt down to whisper in my ear.

Nick than ran off, stealing Yuki by the arm.

Ines had obviously been told it was our turn for wardrobe as well, so she yanked me along, babbling happily about something or another, anger depleted. My mind remained elsewhere.

Particularly on a pair of laced pants, and just how long it would take to UN-lace them.

~Fin?