The Truth Revealed
Christina Ortega

“Recca-kun, do be careful!” Sakoshita Yanagi cried worriedly. It was a normal 
day. School was over, and the Hokage clan had gathered in front of Recca’s 
home. Now, Domon and Recca had gotten into their normal fight on this normal 
day and,
well, you get the idea.

Hanabishi Recca flashed a v-sign at his hime and grinned happily. “Don’t 
worry, Hime! This nose-ringed Mongoloid has never beaten me in a fight! Today 
won’t be any different!” Obviously, the sixteen year old was very confident 
of his abilities.
He was also equally confident in Domon’s slowness and utter stupidity.

Ishijima Domon clenched his fists with fury. The largest member of the Hokage 
didn't quite appreciate Recca's self-confidence. “Damn you, Hanabishi! I’ve 
been practicing and I’ll definitely beat you today! And how many times to 
have have to tell you that nose rings are cool, Asshole!?” 

“I still don’t understand why I was dragged here to watch those two idiots 
fight,” Mikagami Tokiya mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest with a 
sigh. It was quite clear that the Hyomon Ken master still viewed himself at a 
higher status than
the others. Recca, already immersed in his fight with Domon, chose to ignore 
this comment until he could properly get him back.

Kirisawa Fuuko smirked before glomping onto Mikagami. “You’re such a poor 
sport, Mi-chan! Come on, I know you like spending time with us. I can tell. 
Ne? Ne?” Domon just happened to choose this moment to gaze at his beloved 
Fuuko and,
distracted by his lust and utter jealousy, he was unprepared when Recca 
jumped on him, falling to the ground with surprise. Kaoru Koganei, who had 
been busy watching the two, sweatdropped.

“This is so embarrassing,” Mikagami muttered, facefaulting as Fuuko tightened 
her grip on him. Was THIS the same person who had fought against Fujimaru, 
Gashakura, and Mikoto, amazing even him with her persistence and strength!? 
“Please let go of me.”

Fuuko giggled amusedly at this. “Ara...Mi-chan, you’re so shy! Are you not 
used to female attention?” This statement was enough to make Koganei turn, 
eyes widening. Yanagi sweatdropped. Recca and Domon both stopped fighting and 
gazed at
the two.

Mikagami lowered his head with a sigh. “Fuuko, that wasn’t in the script.”

“CUT!!!! Fuuko, where did you get THAT from!?” From behind Recca’s house came 
a very short and upset looking Christina-chan with a fat booklet in her 
hands. The front of it simply read ‘script.’ Clever title, ne? “That almost 
sounded like something I
would say!” Mikagami sweatdropped at this.

Fuuko shrugged noncommittally, the cheerfulness that had just been bubbling 
within her dissipating into a blank expression. Eyes emotionless, she 
muttered her response. “I thought that line would work there.” She pulled a 
cigarette out of her pocket, lit up, and puffed on it slowly.

“When you work on these fanfics, I don’t pay you to THINK! I pay you to read 
from the script!” Christina-chan shouted, her face red with rage. 
“Actors...they think they can do whatever they want.”

Yanagi put her hands on her hips at this, anger radiating off of her. “What 
you mean you fucking PAY us to read from the script!? You don’t pay us 
SHIT!!! The only reason I bother with you and your damned fanfics is because 
I have nothing
better to do!!” The other characters winced at her use of bad language. After 
all, using profanity was wrong. Fuuko merely smirked, however, and looked 
over her companions...none of them were worth here time. She puffed again.

Glaring at Yanagi for a few seconds, Christina-chan finally sighed with 
reluctance. “Fine, fine. Fifteen minute break, everyone. I need a drink.” 
With this, the director was gone from sight leaving the cast and crew alone.

Domon smiled faintly before walking over to the bag that he had dropped next 
to one of the cameras and pulled out a rather thick book...at least 700 pages 
by the look of it. “Well, since we do have this convenient break, I do 
believe that I will
continue my research on the different eras of Japanese history. After all, 
our midterm is only three months away.”

Recca grinned, obviously wanting to support his friend in this endeavor. 
“That’s great, Domon, but you’re so smart already! I bet you’d pass that test 
without learning any of the material.” Domon shook his head humbly, and the 
two laughed. Fuuko
snorted. They were both such children.

Yanagi looked as if she wanted to be sick. “Ugh!! What is WRONG with you 
people!? I swear, all this fucking sentimental shit is going to drive me 
NUTS!! What am I DOING here!?”

Looking up, Koganei cleared his throat softly, backing away as Yanagi glared 
at him. “Anou...Yanagi-san, would you mind possibly cutting back on the 
swearing...I mean, you don’t have to or anything, but I’m a young child and 
would prefer if my
ears remained virgin to such obscene things.”

“Stupid brat,” Yanagi mumbled to herself. Turning towards Mikagami, Yanagi 
watched as the grin on his face began to expand and threw her hands up into 
the air with exasperation. “As if the others weren’t bad enough, now Mr.
‘I’m-so-happy-and-fucking-supportive-that-everyone-loves-me’ is getting ready 
to explode.”

Mikagami sighed sadly at this, his blue eyes full of care and pity. “I’m 
sorry that you have such a bleak view of life, Yanagi. If you would only 
realize what a precious gift life is and learn to savor every moment--”

“Oh, shove it!” Yanagi looked Mikagami over with a suspicious eye before 
pointing at him accusingly. “You got laid last night, didn’t you!? That’s why 
you’re so fucking happy!” She watched as a bright flush coated Mikagami’s 
delicate pale
features, saw where his gaze had landed, and groaned. “Mattaku! Of course you 
got laid! With someone like THAT giving it to you all the time...!”

Ignoring her, Mikagami’s lips raised into a tranquil smile as his blue eyes 
studied his lover. He could practically feel the heat swelling through him. 
Yes, he had engaged in sexual intercourse the night before...and it was no 
secret to the others that he was completely in love. His grin became larger 
until, finally, large hearts appeared in front of his longing blue eyes. 
“I’ve been thinking about you every minute since last night.” Yanagi made 
gagging noises at this show of emotion. Then again, showing
emotion was what Mikagami did best. 

Domon flipped a page in his book, samurai, shoguns, and the daimyo the only 
things on his mind.

Fuuko sighed, her dark blue eyes on the ground. “I don’t understand why. 
After all, he’s been on the set with you all day. Nothing has been keeping 
you from him.”

“Datte...when I’m in character I can’t be with him because that’s not what 
the character feels!” Mikagami argued, a pout on his lips. His eyes were 
still on the one he loved, and he finally blew a kiss at him. “Well, I guess 
you know by now...that I’m
in love with you...”

He watched as tears of happiness appeared in his lover’s eyes, and the 
smaller man ran towards him, arms extended. “Mi-chan, ai shiteru!”

Mikagami grabbed him in his embrace, kissing him on the forehead. “Ai 
shiteru, Recca-chan,” He whispered huskily, a playful smile on his lips. 
Recca looked at him, his face echoing the expression, and the two slowly 
neared each other. Their
eyes closed, and they could feel the other’s breath on them...

“Hora!! None of that!!!!” The two broke away hesitantly as Christina-chan 
returned to the set, brown eyes dark. “I’ve warned you two time and time 
again that if you engage in such hentai activities that it will carry over to 
the fics, and my
serious fics are NOT yaoi!! Well, not for you anyway. There’s still that 
unresolved sexual tension between Chichiri and Tasuki...but that’s not the 
point.” Muttered curses followed by insults with a 'no da' at the end could 
be heard. Both Recca and Mikagami sweatdropped.

Koganei, who politely had been sitting on the ground like a good little boy 
waiting for his turn to speak, gazed at Christina-chan, a fang sticking out 
of his mouth. “Please pardon my rudeness for saying this, but Mikagami-san 
and Recca-san truly love each other. They are also very dedicated to their 
work...how is their relationship hurting your fanfics?”

Fuuko chuckled at this, obviously mocking him. “Oh please...during that hotel 
scene in Mixed Greetings, Mikagami left his couch, went to Recca’s bed, and--”

“PLEASE don’t bring that up!” Yanagi shouted, her eyes wide. “Those two are 
sooo ecchi!!! They were doing each other, and I had no choice but to watch 
from the other side of the fuckin’ bed!”

Domon looked up and tapped his lips with thought. “When we all circled around 
Mikagami after he had been put under Kuroino Ai’s spell--”

“Maybe you’re right...” Koganei muttered reluctantly, clearly remembering 
what had happened that day. “Gomen nasai. I
gone wrong at that time and not wanting to think about it. As a child, he 
shouldn't be involved with or even know about such hentai acts. "Please 
forgive me.”

Christina-chan groaned, having had enough of this. Obviously, a lecture 
wasn’t going to stop the two lovebirds...they had glomped onto each other and 
were now rubbing their cheeks together. Besides, an open-minded person might 
actually have
found them cute together, but cute wasn’t enough to satisfy the stern 
director. No. She needed results! She needed fanfics to be written! She 
needed a cup of coffee desperately! “Ok, whatever. Let’s go back to the scene 
again. Recca...just try not to
jump Mikagami like you did yesterday, all right?” The Flame Master nodded, or 
at least that’s what it looked like. He may have just been getting 
comfortably against Mikagami’s shoulder...oh well. “Back to work, People!”

From a group of workers that had been mumbling to themselves in the distance, 
the Suzaku seishi Tasuki walked in front of the camera as the Flame of Recca 
cast got into position. “Domon/Recca fight. Take two!” Kurama, who was 
standing
behind the camera, pushed record and raised his hand into the air, counting 
down five seconds before pointing to the cast and motioning for them to begin.

Everything went smoothly for a short while before Chichiri, with a megaphone, 
called out, “Hanabishi Recca, you have a phone call on line two.” 
Christina-chan facefaulted...things had been going so well! Domon went back 
to reading, determined
to increase his already incredible knowledge. Fuuko quickly separated herself 
from the others. Yanagi began cursing about how her hair was going flat, and 
Koganei sat on the ground again, acting like the prodigal son. Mikagami and 
Recca kissed
each other quickly before Recca took the call.

“Hello?...Kurei! Hi! I haven’t spoken to you in so long! How have you 
been?...That’s great! I’m all right, too...oh, he is? Great...I’m glad 
everyone’s ok...Listen, if you aren’t busy Friday night, I was planning to go 
out with Mi-chan if you want to
make it a double date...oh, really? Yeah, I think he would go for you...she 
would go for you, too. It’s just, are you ready? Losing Kurenai was very 
traumatic...Oh, so you’ll bring both Raiha and Neon? Sounds good! Listen, is 
Kaa-chan over
there? I haven’t seen her all day...I’m glad she’s ok....Of course she wants 
to be with you! After all, you’re her half-son!...You’re doing taping now, 
too? Ok...I’ll let you go, but I’ll call you tomorrow night, all 
right?...Great!...Love you, Bro! Bye!” 

Christina-chan sighed. “These people are all so weird. I’m glad I’m the only 
one that has to put up with them. The other Flame of Recca fans can keep 
their delusions of how wonderful the characters are...” She turned her head 
towards Himura
Kenshin who was looking through his video camera which was...still on record. 
“Kenshin, you were supposed to turn the camera OFF during breaks!!!”

“Oro?” The scarred man looked adorably confused, and Christina-chan sighed. 
Of course he hadn't turned the camera. He was from another era. How would he 
understand the mechanics of video taping?

Ruri, who was carrying a large stack of papers, looked at Christina-chan then 
at Kenshin and back at Christina-chan. She shook her head at them as well as 
the rest of the cast and crew. “Baka baka.”

She was right, after all. Mikagami and Recca were thoroughly enjoying each 
other, Fuuko still looked depressed, Yanagi was cursing left and right and 
chasing Koganei around because his utter perfection had gotten on her nerves, 
Domon was
reading, Kenshin was examining his video camera and uttering amazed "Oro's" 
whenever it made any kind of noise or did anything interesting, and both 
Chichiri and Kurama were trying to get Tasuki untangled from a bunch of 
electrical wires that had been lying around the set, the bandit cursing left 
and right at his predicament. Christina-chan closed her eyes and ran a hand 
slowly through her long brown hair before shutting off Kenshin’s camera. How 
would she explain this to the FoRML??

Slowly, the scene turns to black. Sorry, everyone, that’s all you get of this 
deranged reality. Relieved? I know I am.

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Owari!
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