Sorry it took so long! slight writers block and lots of work for school! that mixture is never a good one! anyways, here you go!!!
sorry these are so short as well! >w< i just stop when i think i've found a good point... and right now... i think i stopped at a pretty good point...
She stood up with a determined look on her face.
Once she was stable again, she quickly finished getting ready and headed back on set to film the next scene.
Shinichi had left in a depressed mood.
Nothing else of great proportion happened the rest of the day, but in truth, it was only the beginning of their troubles on the trip.
~Tacticalwolf~
The next morning they were to be filming on the beach. Her looks had not yet be chosen. Since in this scene she was supposed to have changed her looks since she was undercover, both her wardrobe and her hairstyle had to change.
At the beach they were doing last minute changes.
“Have we decided on a hairstyle yet?” Keiko asked the director.
“Yeah, Yukiko gave us a great idea,” he replied as he flipped through the script, a small grin on his lips. “Do you mind if we cut and dye your hair?”
Keiko had a sickening feeling in her gut. Yukiko had definitely planned something.
“What hairstyle and what color?” she asked with a sigh, realizing what it was.
“Strawberry blonde with a short perm.”
“You may not dye it.”
“Your contract states that we are allowed to. We were giving you a sort of option, but this is not one of them. We don’t have any wigs like that.”
“Just wash the temporary dye out of my hair and let me use my natural hair color. I don’t mind the haircut.”
“Black isn’t your natural hair color?” he asked, looking up from the script.
She shook her head.
“Then what is it?”
“Strawberry blonde.”
The director was a bit taken aback. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Wait, did Yukiko know this?” he asked, slowly comprehending the other woman’s persistency in him choosing that specific hairstyle.
“Yes. I used to know her. She just loves to play with people. I wanted to forget my past, but she seems to have some ulterior motive going on,” she grumbled.
“W-well then, I’ll tell your hairstylists. Go change into the clothes for the scene.”
“Ok, I got it.”
She walked off grumbling to herself. It surprised everyone that she was in a bad mood; she was never in a bad mood.
After her hairstyle had been changed back, she walked on set in full costume.
She was bare foot, wearing a one-piece backless red swimsuit, and a thin black shirt draped around her shoulders. On her face she wore a pair of small oval glasses which looked somewhat like reading glasses, red rimmed on top, with no rims on the bottom.
Jaws dropped all over as she walked back into the staff crowded area. Both genders were staring at her intently, unable to take their eyes off her curves. This was the first time appearing in a movie where she wasn’t wearing loose clothes.
She stood beside Leah and crossed her arms across her chest.
“There’s a reason I hate bathing suits and water,” she muttered.
“K-Keiko,” Leah stammered, wide-eyed.
“Oh god, please tell me you’re not staring at my body too!”
“No, your hair… what happened to your hair?”
“I put it back to normal.”~Tacticalwolf~
“N-normal?” she asked, confused.
“Before I changed my appearance, this was my hairstyle, and this is my natural hair color. Yukiko really has it out for me. She even got the director to choose this hairstyle.” She kept mumbling to herself and had stopped making her words understandable.
Leah just stood there staring. It was as if she had met Keiko for the first time. No, she wasn’t meeting Keiko for the first time; she was meeting a glimpse of the real person underneath the façade of Keiko Shizuma.
“K-Keiko… with all these changes and since Shinichi Kudo didn’t know you even after he heard your name… Keiko isn’t really you’re name is it?” asked Leah in awe and wonder.
The strawberry blonde had been walking away when she suddenly stopped at her friend’s question. She turned and said, “No, it’s Shiho Miyano.”
Then she turned away and continued towards her position on set.
Before she even reached her spot, there was a sudden shout. She turned to the huge commotion happening in the parking lot. Apparently someone had fainted.
Upon closer inspection, she found out that it was Ran.
The brown haired Japanese girl was mumbling in her shocked state about ghosts. Apparently she saw Shiho.
Leah whispered into Shiho’s ear, “Wow, they really do think you’re dead. You weren’t kidding.”
Shiho remained silent.
Then Shinichi came pushing through the crowd, trying to get to his fainted girlfriend. He had been talking on the phone to his parents so he wasn’t there to see Shiho.
As a detective, as soon as he made it to the center of the circle, he didn’t fail to notice Shiho. He froze on spot when their eyes connected.
Then, in Japanese, so that nobody else could understand, she said, “Looks like you found out. I was really trying to keep it from you.” She had a smirk on her face and her eyes were cold.
It seemed as if that expression was the most natural for her, but it sent shivers down the spine of all her colleagues.
“Shiho,” he whispered. Even though Ran was on the ground, his mind was elsewhere and he couldn’t think straight.
She sighed and said, “I knew you couldn’t take your eyes off me. That’s another reason I wasn’t going to stay in your house anymore,” she grinned wickedly.
His mouth and eyes were still wide open, unchanging, unblinking.
It was awkwardly silent for a few moments, all eyes and ears trying to understand the conversation, but none could understand.
Finally Shiho continued, “Kudo-kun, I’m not a billboard.”
He shut his mouth and turned his attention to Ran while blushing.
Forgetting he was in America he began to only speak in Japanese like Shiho was.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“From what I know, she fainted because she saw me. According to her ramblings in her sleep, she thinks I’m a ghost. She doesn’t seem to have hit her head either.”
“Ok then, can you show me where I can lay her down? Preferably in the shade.”
“Yeah, follow me.”
Shinichi picked up Ran and followed Shiho on set where she pointed to a towel under an umbrella.~Tacticalwolf~
“Just set her down here.”
Gently Shinichi set her down. Once that was done he turned to Shiho.
“Now, I’d like an explanation,” he said firmly.