Wanderers of Sorceria

Suzie the Rising Star 2

Now a teenager, Suzie is a model and actress in her own right, but an opportunity to catapult her to stardom leads her to question everything she thought was true.

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## Ballet Lesson

Suzie stood in the quiet ballet studio, the soft padding of her ballet shoes against the polished floor the only sound in the room. She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the familiar tension of her muscles, honed through years of rigorous training. Dressed in a simple leotard and tights, she studied her reflection in the long mirrors that lined the walls, observing the graceful lines of her body. Her movements were precise, controlled, and clean, a result of her dedication to her demon hunter training, which included ballet to refine her balance and agility.

She twisted slightly, inspecting the lithe contours of her frame. Her well-toned muscles were evidence of the countless hours she'd spent training in both swordsmanship and magic. But as she gazed at herself, Suzie couldn't help but remember the snide comments from some of the other girls, those who liked to compare their more curvaceous figures to hers.

*"Boy pretending to be a girl."*

Suzie huffed, shaking her head. The taunts didn't sting the way they once might have. She had no desire to dwell on such trivial comparisons, especially when she knew where they came from. [It's just a shallow, ridiculous standard set by watching too much anime,] she thought. Their idea of femininity was as exaggerated as the characters on screen-- an unattainable fantasy that she had no interest in chasing.

She moved through a series of plies and arabesques, her motions fluid and sharp. The clean lines of her body were something she appreciated more now than she ever had. Suzie knew that her lack of curves didn't diminish her strength. In fact, she saw it as an advantage. There was nothing to hinder her swift movements in battle, no extra weight to balance as she swung her sword. Her body, lean and toned, was an asset. Just like her Aunt Shizuka's.

Suzie admired her aunt-- Shizuka had made a name for herself in the entertainment world, carving out a career despite having a similarly modest figure. People loved Shizuka for who she was, not just for her appearance, and she had opened the door for others with similar body types to be accepted by the public. Suzie wasn't entirely sure she wanted to follow the same path, but she respected the way Shizuka had trailblazed her own way.

She paused, catching her breath, and allowed herself a small smile. [Aunt Shizuka didn't let anyone's expectations define her. Neither will I.]

Suzie pivoted back to her reflection, this time seeing more than just her physical form. She saw someone who had trained, fought, and excelled. Someone who wasn't bound by superficial judgments. She had her own journey ahead, whether it led her to demon hunting or something else entirely. But for now, she would continue mastering the body she had and learning how to wield its strengths, both on the battlefield and in life.

And if anyone thought she looked like a boy? Well, that was their problem, not hers.

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## Pigeonholed

Suzie sat in the makeup chair, staring at her reflection in the mirror while a stylist brushed her short black hair into its usual shape. Her expression was neutral, but inside, a twinge of frustration simmered. The fashion campaign had gone well, overall-- she had moved easily through the shoot, posing in various outfits, each chosen to fit her lean, androgynous frame. But once again, she had found herself in more shirts and pants than dresses. The client had been pleased, playing up her tomboyish image, but Suzie wasn't as thrilled.

She had hoped for a change, maybe a chance to wear a beautiful dress, something elegant and flowing. But as she had come to realize, her body type wasn't what designers imagined for dresses meant to highlight a "well-endowed" teenage figure. It wasn't that Suzie had any issues with her body-- far from it. She appreciated her figure for the strength and agility it gave her in her demon hunter training. But modeling was different. She didn't want to be typecast as the "tomboy" model forever.

When she posed in front of the camera earlier, in another pair of high-waisted pants and a loose-fitting blouse, Suzie had glanced at the rack of dresses in the corner of the studio. They had hung there, beautiful and untouched-- except by other models with different figures. She understood why, but it didn't stop the frustration from bubbling up.

After the photo session ended, Suzie changed back into her own clothes and gathered her things, feeling a little deflated. She left the studio and found her mother, Mizuki, waiting for her by the car, her usual calm smile on her face. They exchanged greetings before getting in the car, and as they drove home, Suzie decided to vent her frustrations.

"It's so annoying, Mom," Suzie started, staring out the window, "They keep putting me in these tomboy outfits because of my body type, and I know it works for the shoot, but I wanted to model something... different for once. I mean, Aunt Shizuka can command the shoots she's on. She can wear anything. Why can't I?"

Mizuki glanced at her daughter, understanding her frustration. "Aunt Shizuka didn't always have that kind of control over her shoots," she said. "When she started out, she wasn't commanding the set, either. In fact, she modeled anonymously for a long time to keep her work separate from her life as a demon hunter."

Suzie turned to look at her mother, surprised. "Really? I didn't know that."

"Yes," Mizuki continued. "She couldn't risk being recognized when she was still actively fighting. So she had to take on smaller jobs and work in a way that didn't draw too much attention. Eventually, she earned more control over her image, but it didn't happen overnight. You're still young, Suzie. You're just starting out. You'll find your way."

Suzie leaned back in her seat, processing her mother's words. "But I don't have that problem," she said. "I'm not a licensed demon hunter yet, and I don't have to hide anything. I just want to be able to show off who I am."

Mizuki smiled softly. "That may be true for now, but you still have to be careful, Suzie. You're still training, and we live in a world where magic and demon hunters can't be public knowledge. There will be things you can't show, abilities you have to keep secret, and that will come with its own challenges. Just like Shizuka, you'll find your own balance between your life as a model and your life as... something more."

Suzie sighed, feeling a bit more grounded. "I guess I just want more control over how I'm seen."

"And you'll get there," Mizuki reassured her. "It's just going to take time. For now, you're doing great with the role they're giving you. Soon, you'll be able to choose how you want to be seen. Trust me."

Suzie smiled a little, her frustration easing. She knew her mom was right. For now, she would play the role she was given, just as her aunt had done. But she wouldn't stop striving for more. One day, she'd be able to model the dresses she longed for, or something even better. Until then, she'd keep honing her skills-- both on the runway and in the field.

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## Doing Her Own Stunts

Suzie stood on the edge of the lake, staring out at the calm water as the crew set up the final scene for the day. She adjusted her magical girl costume-- a pastel-colored, glittery outfit complete with a short skirt and matching knee-high boots. The costume, while eye-catching, was clearly designed with fanservice in mind. Even though Suzie had worn similar costumes before, something about today's shoot made her feel more self-conscious than usual. Maybe it was the fact that she would be "blown back" into the lake, and for the first time, she'd be soaking wet on camera. The thought made her stomach flip.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was just another job. *A professional*. That's what she was. She had been picked not only for her looks but because she could do her own stunts. It wasn't her first role, but this low-budget live-action adaptation of a magical girl show had its challenges-- namely, the over-the-top, cheesy acting that the genre demanded. Suzie had grown up watching shows like this, where the heroines were bubbly, dramatic, and always ready to deliver cringe-worthy lines about love and justice. While she found it a bit grating, she understood the appeal. It was campy, it was fun, and most importantly, it was a job.

"Alright, Suzie, we're ready for the lake scene," the director called out. "Remember, you've just tried your big magical attack, but the Monster of the Week reflects it right back at you. You're going to be blown back into the water. Make sure to flail your arms and legs so the audience can really see you struggling."

Suzie nodded, but inside, she hesitated. Flailing around while on wire work wasn't exactly what she had in mind. It felt too exaggerated, too... goofy. She thought about how she had trained-- years of ballet, swordsmanship, and magic practice. If her character was supposed to be caught off guard, wouldn't she instinctively try to guard herself instead of flailing? She wanted the scene to look powerful, not slapstick.

As the crew secured the wires to her harness, Suzie raised her hand. "Actually, Mr. Director, I was thinking... maybe instead of flailing, I could stay in a guarding pose as I'm blown back. I think it would look more natural, like she's still trying to protect herself, even as she's hit. My body will react to the impact once I'm airborne."

The director paused, considering her suggestion. "Hmm... I see where you're coming from, but we're going for a bit of drama here. The flailing adds some desperation."

"I understand," Suzie replied, "but I think having her hold her ground until the very last second would still sell the impact, and it'd look less forced. She's a magical girl, right? Even if she's losing, she wouldn't give up so easily."

The director raised an eyebrow, then gave a nod. "Alright, Suzie. We'll try it your way first, and if it doesn't work, we'll go back to the flailing."

Satisfied, Suzie took her position. The scene was set. The cameras rolled, and Suzie raised her wand, calling out the name of her character's signature attack in an exaggerated, high-pitched voice. The cheesy dialogue felt unnatural on her tongue, but she delivered it with conviction. She imagined a burst of fake light exploding from her wand, an effect for post-production to handle, aimed at the Monster of the Week-- a rubber-suited villain that looked very goofy. As expected, the monster made the motions to reflect the attack, which looked very ordinary and unremarkable right now, but would look, hopefully, more impressive for broadcast.

In the next moment, the wires yanked Suzie into the air. She crossed her arms in front of her, holding a strong, defensive stance, her body instinctively tensing as she flew backward. The air rushed past her, and before she knew it, her body hit the water with a loud splash. The coldness of the lake shocked her system, but she stayed in character, letting her body react naturally as the water rippled around her.

When she surfaced, the director yelled, "Cut!" and Suzie quickly paddled back to the edge of the lake, her costume now heavy and clinging to her body. She shivered slightly, not just from the cold but from the strange thrill that came with knowing how she would look on camera. She wasn't used to being seen in such an exposed, vulnerable way. She had always thought of herself as the tough, no-nonsense type, but now she was fully aware that her soaking wet costume was meant to appeal to a different kind of audience.

She had never really considered herself "attractive" in that sense-- at least, not in the way that this scene would make her seem. It wasn't her style. But there was something oddly exciting about being seen that way, even if it was just for fanservice. Suzie found herself feeling a mix of embarrassment and giddiness. [Is this what Aunt Shizuka feels like when she's in front of the camera?] she wondered.

As the crew reset for the next scene, Mizuki appeared at the water's edge, having watched the whole shoot from a distance. "You did great," she said with a knowing smile.

Suzie shrugged, wringing out her wet hair. "Thanks... I just hope it doesn't come off too cheesy."

Mizuki chuckled. "It's a magical girl show, Suzie. Cheesy is part of the job. But you made that scene your own. That's what matters."

Suzie smiled, feeling a bit better. "I guess you're right. It wasn't so bad, being blown back like that."

"And the water?" Mizuki teased, raising an eyebrow.

Suzie hesitated for a moment, then grinned. "Well... it wasn't *just* for the stunt. It was kind of fun, in a weird way."

Mizuki laughed softly. "Just wait until you see the final cut. You'll see what I mean."

As the crew prepared for the next take, Suzie realized that despite the fanservice, despite the cheesiness, she was learning something important about herself. She might not be commanding the set like her aunt yet, but she was beginning to understand that every part of her, from her body to her acting, was part of the performance. And as long as she gave it her all, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

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Suzie strolled through the school gates, her backpack slung casually over one shoulder. The morning buzz of students filled the courtyard, and almost immediately, she could feel eyes on her. She wasn't exactly surprised. The latest episode of the magical girl show had aired last night, and Suzie knew full well that her lake scene-- soaking wet, costume clinging to her body-- was the talk of the school. What amused her most was not the fact that people were gossiping about her performance, but that they were now seeing her in a whole new light.

As she made her way down the hall, she caught glimpses of her classmates huddled together, whispering excitedly. She could hear the rustling of papers and, out of the corner of her eye, saw several boys passing around printed pictures-- freeze frames from the episode. There she was, in her magical girl costume, drenched and wide-eyed, right after her character had been blown into the lake.

Suzie couldn't help but smirk. [So this is what it's like to be seen as the object of lust, huh?] 

It wasn't something she had ever expected. Growing up, Suzie was always more athletic and boyish, never quite fitting the mold of what people considered "conventionally attractive." Short black hair, a lean figure, and an androgynous look meant she'd often been overlooked by those who were infatuated with more traditionally feminine features. But now? Now, even if it was because of some cheap fanservice, she had suddenly become... desirable. And she didn't mind it. In fact, she found herself reveling in the attention. There was something thrilling about it.

When she entered her homeroom, Suzie could hear the usual murmur of morning chatter grow quieter. A few heads turned, and she smiled politely as she made her way to her desk. Her classmates didn't stare outright, but she knew they were thinking about it-- the episode, her wet costume, the whole thing. She could practically feel their curiosity buzzing in the air. She slid into her seat and set her bag down, pulling out her notebook and pretending not to notice. 

The truth was, she liked this new layer of attention. Sure, she wasn't some voluptuous starlet, but here she was, sixteen years old, and already commanding the envy of her school. It was amusing how people had gone from not considering her in that way to suddenly idolizing her-- especially her juniors. She noticed some of the younger girls would glance her way with admiration, and a few had even approached her after class, shyly asking for autographs or advice about how to get into acting or modeling. 

Then, there were the boys. 

Suzie wasn't blind to the fact that several of them had developed crushes on her after the show aired. The way they fidgeted when they tried to talk to her, or how some would make awkward suggestions about wanting to take her out for a meal or hang out after school. She always politely declined, offering a gentle smile and a practiced excuse: "I'm too busy these days, sorry." It wasn't a lie. Between modeling shoots, acting gigs, swordsmanship training, ballet practice, and her magic lessons, Suzie barely had a moment to herself. She didn't have time for dating, much less join a school club. But that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the attention. It was flattering, and it reminded her that even if she didn't fit the conventional mold of beauty, she could still be seen as attractive in her own unique way.

As the bell rang and the teacher began homeroom announcements, Suzie found her mind wandering. Sixteen years old, balancing a busy career in the entertainment world, while honing her skills in swordsmanship and magic. It wasn't the typical life of a high schooler, but she had never been the typical kind of girl.

While most of the other students spent their afternoons in school clubs-- sports teams, music, or art-- Suzie's schedule was already packed. And nobody teased her about it. In fact, her classmates seemed to respect her more because of it. She wasn't just some girl in their school; she was already a successful actress and model. It made her untouchable in a way, someone to be admired and, for some, envied. Even if her life was far from normal, Suzie had found a way to thrive in it.

As she rested her chin in her hand, she thought about Aunt Shizuka. Shizuka had carved out a path in the modeling and acting world despite leading a secret life as a demon hunter. Suzie had always looked up to her. But lately, she had been wondering if she even wanted to go into demon hunting at all. Sure, she had trained for it. She had the magic, the swordsmanship, the discipline. But what if she decided to follow Aunt Shizuka's lead and fully commit to a career in modeling and acting instead?

The thought had been creeping up on her more and more recently. Especially now, with her rising popularity, it seemed like a real possibility. She didn't need to make any decisions yet, but Suzie could already feel the pull of the entertainment world growing stronger. The fame, the attention, the thrill of being seen and admired-- it was intoxicating.

Maybe, once she got her demon hunter license, she'd have the option to choose. Or maybe she wouldn't need to. For now, Suzie was content with where she was-- sitting in a classroom, surrounded by whispers and admiration, knowing that she was already making a name for herself.

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## Opportunity of a Lifetime

Suzie sat in a plush leather chair, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her bag as she waited for her agent to start speaking. The office, filled with movie posters and awards, was a familiar setting by now, but today felt different. She had been called in with her mother, Mizuki, for a "big opportunity," and she could feel the tension between anticipation and apprehension in the air.

Across from her, her agent-- a tall, sharp-eyed woman with a clipboard-- leaned forward, a smile creeping across her face. "I have some exciting news for you, Suzie. You've been scouted for a feature film. A major role."

Suzie's heart skipped a beat. She had been working in the industry for a while, but a feature film? At her age? This was recognition she had been dreaming of. She could feel a grin pulling at her lips as she looked to Mizuki, expecting her mother to share in the excitement.

Instead, Mizuki's brow furrowed. She crossed her arms, a skeptical look settling on her face. "A feature film? Now?" Her voice was measured, but Suzie could tell her mother was already thinking several steps ahead. "She still has to finish high school. This could interfere with her education-- and everything else we've worked on."

The agent didn't seem fazed by Mizuki's concern. She had likely anticipated this reaction. "I understand your worries, Mizuki," the agent replied smoothly, "but Suzie is smart. Thanks to your own tutelage, she's well ahead of her peers. She could easily transition to private tutoring to finish her studies on set, and we can make sure she stays on track. Realistically, she's not going to miss anything in high school that she doesn't already know."

Suzie glanced at her mother, feeling the mix of emotions swirling inside her. The thought of private tutoring didn't seem that bad; she was confident she could keep up with her studies even with a busy filming schedule. After all, many young actors did it, right?

Mizuki leaned back in her chair, clearly still weighing her options. "I'm not dismissing the idea," she said slowly, "but I need to hear more about the film. What kind of project are we talking about here?"

The agent's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to explain. "It's a really special opportunity, one that Suzie was practically born for." She paused for effect before continuing, "The producers have been looking for a way to follow up on the success of the 'Vampire Princess Luka' trilogy. You're familiar with that, of course?"

Suzie's stomach twisted at the mention of 'Vampire Princess Luka.' It was a major part of her Aunt Shizuka's career-- a trilogy of films that had skyrocketed her into stardom and propelled the character of Luka beyond her humble origins as the lead of a fanservice-laden action horror video game. But while Suzie had always admired her aunt, she'd had mixed feelings about the 'Luka' films. The character was bold, gothic, and more provocative than what Suzie believed aligned with her aunt's typically modest persona.

The agent continued, not noticing Suzie's growing discomfort. "The producers have been planning a prequel series-- exploring the origins of Luka, before she became the vampire princess everyone knows. And Suzie... they want you to play the younger Luka. They see you as the perfect fit."

Suzie's breath caught in her throat. [Younger Luka.] It made sense, she supposed-- there was a physical resemblance between her and her aunt. And yet, the thought of following in Aunt Shizuka's footsteps like this filled her with unease. Playing a character that her aunt had made famous was already daunting, but Luka was a character Suzie had been critical of for years. The way Shizuka had portrayed Luka, with her dark, gothic allure, revealing costumes, and brooding demeanor, had always clashed with Suzie's sense of modesty and self-image.

Mizuki must have sensed Suzie's hesitation, because she gave her daughter a questioning look. "Suzie? What do you think?"

Suzie took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "I mean... it's a huge opportunity," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "But... it's Luka. Aunt Shizuka's Luka." She glanced between her mother and the agent. "I've always been kind of critical of that role. It's... well, it's not exactly how I see myself. I don't know if I can be that character."

The agent's enthusiasm didn't falter. "That's the beauty of it, Suzie. You're not just playing Luka-- you're creating the younger version of her. You can bring your own take to the character. Sure, there's a legacy attached, but you have the chance to make it your own."

Suzie nodded slowly, still unsure. She didn't want to reject the offer outright-- she knew how rare and significant a chance like this was. But she also didn't want to compromise on her principles, especially so early in her career.

Mizuki, still cautious, leaned forward again. "This isn't just about Suzie playing a role. I don't want her to be pigeonholed into something she's not comfortable with. And," she added, "she's still a teenager. This kind of role can set a precedent for the rest of her career."

The agent nodded in understanding. "I completely agree, and that's why this is a prequel. Suzie would have more control over how she develops the character. It's not about copying Shizuka's performance-- it's about showing how Luka became the vampire princess we all know."

Suzie's mind raced. She wanted to make her own mark, and to be offered a lead role this early in her career was enticing. But the idea of stepping into a role so linked to her aunt made her nervous. Would people see her as simply riding on Shizuka's coattails? And could she really embody a character she had been so personally critical of?

"I understand what you're saying," Suzie said finally, breaking the silence. "It's a big opportunity, and I don't want to pass it up. But... I need some time to think. Playing Luka... it's complicated."

Mizuki nodded approvingly. "Take your time, Suzie. This isn't something you should rush into."

The agent smiled softly. "Of course. Just know, whatever you decide, we'll support you. But think about it. You've got the talent, the look, and the training. This could be your breakout moment."

As she and her mom left the meeting, Suzie's mind was still a whirlwind of thoughts. She had dreamed of becoming a successful actress, of carving out her own path. But playing Luka... that was a whole new challenge. One that would push her beyond what she had ever imagined.

Was she ready for it? Could she embrace a character so different from herself?

----

Suzie sat curled up on the couch, remote in hand, the opening credits of 'Vampire Princess Luka' flashing across the screen. She had resisted watching the trilogy for years, stubbornly holding onto her own preconceived notions about the films and, more specifically, about her Aunt Shizuka's role in them. Growing up, Suzie had dismissed the movies as nothing more than fanservice-heavy fluff-- something that never aligned with her own sense of modesty or her understanding of her aunt. Yet now, with the offer to play Luka in a prequel looming over her, she knew she couldn't avoid it any longer.

She'd told herself she was old enough now, mature enough to handle watching them with a more critical eye. But still, the nervousness lingered. What if everything she thought about the role was true? What if 'Luka' was nothing more than an excuse to parade around in provocative outfits while fighting monsters?

The movie began, and soon enough, Shizuka's on-screen presence filled the room. Suzie had seen clips here and there before, but now she was watching her aunt fully inhabit the character of Luka-- a pale, silver-haired vampire princess battling monstrous creatures in the dead of night, all while wearing that infamous black Gothic Lolita-inspired dress.

As the story unfolded, Suzie felt conflicted. Yes, the outfits were undeniably designed to be fanservicey, especially during action sequences where the camera lingered a little too long on Luka's stocking-clad legs, her lacy thong underwear, or the tightness of her corset. That part of the film lived up to Suzie's expectations. But beneath that, there was something more-- something she hadn't expected at all.

Luka's character wasn't just an alluring, otherworldly fighter. She was lonely. Deeply, tragically lonely. By night, she fought the Corrupted-- twisted, monstrous beings who were once human but had succumbed to darkness. By day, she was just an ordinary high school student who tried, and often failed, to fit in. Luka's classmates bullied her for her appearance, her strange demeanor, and her unwillingness to stand up for herself or fight back. The contrast between her powerful, fearsome alter ego and the vulnerable girl she was at school struck Suzie hard.

This wasn't just some fanservice-driven role-- there was a rawness to it, a pain in Luka's eyes that Suzie hadn't expected. Aunt Shizuka wasn't just playing a vampy heroine. She was embodying someone deeply isolated, trapped in her dual life, unable to fully be herself in either world.

Suzie paused the film, sitting back with a mixture of fascination and horror. All her biases about the movie had barely scratched the surface. Her aunt's performance wasn't something cheap or shallow-- it had layers, and those layers made Suzie's own hesitation about stepping into the role even more complicated.

At that moment, Mizuki entered the room, holding two cups of tea. "How's it going?" she asked, sitting down next to Suzie and passing her a cup.

Suzie glanced at the screen, where Luka stood frozen in her night-black dress, sword in hand, staring at her reflection in the shattered glass. "I... I didn't expect this," Suzie admitted. "I mean, I always thought it was all about the outfits and the fanservice stuff, but..." She sighed, searching for the right words. "There's a lot more to it than that. Luka is... she's really lonely."

Mizuki nodded, taking a sip of her tea. "That's the core of the trilogy," she said quietly. "The loneliness. The struggle to balance two lives-- being a vampire princess at night, a bullied high school girl during the day. It's a tragedy wrapped up in an action movie."

Suzie bit her lip. "I don't think I gave Aunt Shizuka enough credit for what she did. I've always been critical of her taking this role, but it's not what I thought. I can't pretend that Luka is just a fanservice character anymore."

Mizuki smiled softly, setting her cup down. "Your aunt brought a lot to that character. She made Luka more than just the costume or the choreography. She gave her depth. It wasn't easy for her, either. But she believed in what she was doing."

"This is no longer a matter of playing a shallow fanservice vehicle," Suzie admitted. "Now I'm worried I can't live up to what Aunt Shizuka did with Luka. It's one thing to criticize a role from the outside, but actually taking it on myself... Aunt Shizuka made Luka an amazing character."

"You don't have to do it exactly the way Shizuka did," Mizuki said gently. "The producers see something in you, and they've offered you this role for a reason. But you need to decide what's right for you, Suzie. You're not just filling someone else's shoes-- you'd be bringing your own take to the character."

Suzie stared at the paused screen, Luka's piercing eyes reflecting her own uncertainty. "I still balk at the idea of wearing outfits like that," she muttered. "It's just... it feels like too much sometimes. And yet, there's something real about the loneliness. That part of Luka... I understand that."

Mizuki reached over, resting a hand on Suzie's shoulder. "You don't have to decide anything right away. The offer came to you because of who you are, and they're willing to wait. Production won't start for a while yet. They wanted to make sure you were available to do it before committing to a timetable."

Suzie nodded slowly, but the pressure she felt wasn't just about timing. It was the weight of the legacy attached to the role. 'Vampire Princess Luka' had been Shizuka's breakout role, the film that had catapulted her into stardom. Now Suzie was being asked to play the younger version of that iconic character.

Mizuki squeezed Suzie's shoulder reassuringly. "You're talented, Suzie, and people see that. You're not obligated to take the role just because of your aunt. But if you do decide to take it, it should be because you want to-- not because you feel like you have to."

Suzie looked at her mother, grateful for the support but still wrestling with the decision. "I'll think about it," she said softly.

As Suzie hit play and the movie resumed, she watched Luka face another challenge, fighting through her loneliness and the monsters that haunted her. The weight of the decision still loomed over her, but her mother's words echoed in her mind.

This was her choice to make, and only she could decide the path forward.

----

Suzie lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts tangled and restless. The soft glow of her bedside lamp barely reached the corners of her room, casting long, wavering shadows as she tried to piece together her feelings. Her career-- if she could even call it that yet-- had been a whirlwind, moving faster than she'd ever expected. She wasn't sure if she liked where it was taking her.

It all started with that ridiculous punishment when she was a kid. Borrowing her mom's phone one too many times had landed her in hot water, and as a sort of twisted punishment, she was forced into playing the role of a "bratty baby clown" at a family circus event. She could still remember the sheer embarrassment of it, the way her cheeks had burned the first time she put on the oversized diaper and smeared on the clown makeup. But instead of sulking or throwing a tantrum, Suzie had made the best of it. If she was going to be punished, then she was going to go all out.

And she had.

She threw herself into the act with such energy and enthusiasm that even the adults were taken aback. She stomped her feet, crossed her arms, and pouted like the most spoiled brat anyone had ever seen. The audience laughed, but not in a mocking way-- she was genuinely entertaining. Suzie knew then and there that she wanted to move on to better things. Being a bratty baby clown wasn't exactly a role she was proud of, but she had given it her all. Maybe too much; her classmates never stopped giving her grief about putting on a diaper. Still, that experience lit a spark in her. She wasn't content with being a sideshow. She wanted more.

That led her into modeling. Aunt Shizuka had already paved the way, and in a strange way, Suzie had felt like she was following in her aunt's footsteps. But modeling wasn't just about looking pretty-- it was about communicating without words. Posing for a camera, she learned how to convey an entire conversation with just a single still image. The tilt of her head, the way her hands rested, the curve of her back-- it all mattered. Through modeling, Suzie began to understand why Aunt Shizuka had chosen this path in the first place. It wasn't just about being beautiful; it was about expression.

From there, everything snowballed. A few commercials here and there, some print ads, and before she knew it, she was landing guest spots on TV shows. Then came the big break-- a role as a magical girl for a live action anime adaptation. 

Suzie sighed, her fingers absentmindedly twisting a strand of her dark hair. The magical girl role... it wasn't exactly something she had dreamed about. Wearing frilly costumes, wielding over-the-top weapons, and delivering cheesy lines about friendship and hope had felt almost embarrassing at first. But just like the bratty baby clown, she had gone all out. If she was going to be a magical girl, then she would *be* a magical girl, no matter how much she cringed at the idea. And surprisingly, people noticed. The role brought her recognition and, ultimately, the offer to play young Luka in the 'Vampire Princess Luka' prequel.

The thought of Luka filled her with both excitement and dread. It was a huge opportunity, but it also terrified her. She had only just watched the original trilogy for the first time, and now here she was, considering whether to take on the role that had made her Aunt Shizuka famous.

Her mind wandered back to earlier that night, imagining herself in Luka's black Gothic Lolita-inspired dress. The outfit was scandalous-- there was no denying it. Suzie pictured herself standing in front of the camera, the dark lace brushing against her thighs, the corset hugging her waist, the expensive, yet showy, thong panties that showed more butt than Suzie thought possible. Could she really do it? Could she wear something like that and embody a character so complex, so isolated? It wasn't just another magical girl role. Luka was something different, something more profound. Yet, in a way, it felt like just another in a line of roles Suzie had hated doing, but did anyway because she was a professional.

She sighed deeply, turning over on her side and staring at the wall. The pressure was immense. Everyone expected her to take the role. It was a natural fit-- they said she was born for it. But Suzie wasn't so sure. Sure, she had taken on roles she wasn't comfortable with before, but those were steps along the way. What was this? Was she really just going to be another version of Aunt Shizuka? Was she just following in her shadow?

"What do I even want?" Suzie whispered to herself.

That was the crux of it, wasn't it? She had been moving so fast, accepting each opportunity as it came, doing her best in every role, but she had never stopped to figure out what she actually *wanted.* What kind of actress did she want to be? What kind of story did she want to tell? She wasn't even sure if she knew.

Was this how Aunt Shizuka had felt when she took on these out-of-character roles herself? Suzie had always been critical of Shizuka, thinking she was sacrificing her own values for the sake of fame, but now... she wasn't so sure. Maybe Shizuka had been searching for something, too. Maybe all those roles-- no matter how fanservicey or outlandish-- were just stepping stones toward figuring out what she truly wanted.

The thought brought a small sense of comfort to Suzie, but it didn't make the decision any easier. How much time did she really have to decide? The offer was on the table, but she didn't want to rush into it. Not this time. Luka was different. This wasn't just a role to fill-- it was a legacy to uphold, and Suzie wasn't sure if she was ready for that kind of responsibility.

As her eyes began to grow heavy, Suzie felt the weight of her career settling on her shoulders. She had come so far, but where was she headed? She didn't know the answer yet, but for now, all she could do was keep moving forward-- one step at a time.

Eventually, sleep claimed her, but even in her dreams, the question lingered.

What did *she* want?

----

Suzie sat at her desk, surrounded by a small mountain of fashion catalogs, promotional film posters, and music videos playing in the background on her laptop. Aunt Shizuka's career was laid out before her like a puzzle she was trying to solve. Growing up, Suzie had always admired her aunt's grace and modesty, but as she sifted through years of Shizuka's work, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of discomfort. Something was off, and Suzie felt a gnawing need to figure out what it was.

She flipped through a fashion magazine from a few years ago, her eyes narrowing as she lingered on a spread featuring Shizuka in a high-cut dress that showed more skin than Suzie thought was necessary. Next to it was a page from a promotional poster of 'Vampire Princess Luka,' Shizuka's iconic role, where she wore that scandalous Gothic Lolita-inspired outfit. Suzie frowned as she scribbled a note on her notepad: *"Excessive fanservice. Completely against Aunt Shizuka's personality."* 

The list grew as Suzie moved from catalog to catalog, pausing occasionally to replay a music video or skim through a photoshoot. Each time, she noted down something she found "offensive"-- things that seemed so out of character for Aunt Shizuka, who had always come across as quiet, reserved, and modest in real life. From revealing costumes to flirtatious poses, Suzie believed she was building a case, a sort of 'evidence' that Shizuka had compromised her values for fame. 

*"Sold out,"* Suzie muttered to herself as she wrote it down in bold letters at the top of the page. Her heart beat with self-righteousness as she looked over her notes, smugly feeling that she had it all figured out.

But something gnawed at her conscience.

With a heavy sigh, Suzie leaned back in her chair, staring at the paper filled with criticism and faults she had jotted down. Something wasn't sitting right with her. Sure, Shizuka's choices seemed to go against the modesty Suzie had always associated with her, but was it really that simple? Suzie chewed on the end of her pen, staring at the poster of Aunt Shizuka as Luka, her silver hair flowing dramatically as she held a sword against a moonlit sky. There was something else, something deeper, that she hadn't been paying attention to.

Without thinking too hard, Suzie grabbed one of the magazines and flipped it open again, this time looking at it differently. She studied Shizuka's pose in that high-cut dress. Yes, it was revealing, but the expression on Shizuka's face, the way she carried herself-- it wasn't about the dress. It was about the way she embodied confidence, elegance, and strength. Suzie realized she hadn't been paying attention to that. She had been too focused on what she thought *shouldn't* have been there.

She clicked over to one of Shizuka's music video roles: 'Whispers in the Cards' by Moonlight Prism, one Suzie had mentally dismissed as frivolous slop. As she watched Shizuka on screen, moving gracefully in sync with the beat, Suzie couldn't help but notice how precise her movements were. Every gesture, every step, every glance was calculated to perfection. Shizuka wasn't just performing; she was mastering her craft. The way her body moved to the rhythm wasn't vulgar-- it was artful. 

Suzie hesitated, her smugness starting to dissolve. She grabbed her notepad and, with a more professional eye, began going back over her original notes. The "offensive" list she'd created seemed less substantial now, less like a damning record of her aunt's compromises and more like a skewed view Suzie had imposed on the work.

Instead of focusing on the outfits or the poses, Suzie began to note things like *"Precision in body language,"* *"Mastery of expression,"* and *"Commanding presence."* These were traits that had nothing to do with how revealing Shizuka's clothing was or how provocative the roles might have seemed on the surface. Suzie had to admit-- her aunt was undeniably professional. She had taken every role, every photoshoot, every performance, and given it her all, regardless of how it might have clashed with her own reserved personality. 

Suzie set down her pen and looked at the list with fresh eyes. The faults she had smugly written down earlier now seemed petty, a childish misunderstanding of what it meant to be in the spotlight. Shizuka hadn't "sold out"; she had made the best of every job, no matter how uncomfortable or out of character it seemed. She hadn't let herself be defined by the role but had instead defined the role through her own professionalism. And wasn't that what Suzie wanted to do? Didn't she want to be taken seriously as a professional, too?

A knot formed in Suzie's chest as she thought about her original judgment. Maybe she had been too harsh on Aunt Shizuka. She had always looked up to her aunt, but part of that admiration had come from a place of wanting her to be perfect, to never compromise. But now Suzie was starting to see that Shizuka hadn't compromised-- she had just grown in ways Suzie hadn't fully understood until now.

There was still one lingering thought that tugged at Suzie's mind, though. While she now respected Shizuka's professionalism, she still couldn't shake the feeling that wearing outfits like Luka's, or posing in suggestive ways, went against who her aunt was as a person. But perhaps that was the mark of true professionalism-- doing the job to the best of your ability, even when it didn't perfectly align with your personal values.

Suzie exhaled slowly, staring at the notepad. Her original plan to confront Aunt Shizuka with a list of "evidence" that she had sold out now seemed foolish. Instead, Suzie wanted to talk to her aunt about something deeper-- about what it meant to balance personal values with professional expectations, and how to grow without losing yourself along the way.

Suzie leaned back, realizing how much she still had to learn. Maybe the conversation she wanted with Aunt Shizuka wasn't about pointing out faults, but about asking for guidance. After all, Aunt Shizuka had navigated the same murky waters Suzie was wading into now. She had managed to keep moving forward, and maybe that was something Suzie could admire, even if she didn't agree with every choice her aunt had made.

Looking at her notepad one last time, Suzie smiled faintly. She crossed out *"Sold out"* at the top of the page and replaced it with a single word: *"Professional."*

----

Suzie lay sprawled on her bed, phone in hand, staring at the ceiling with a sense of apprehension swirling in her chest. The offer to play young Luka in the 'Vampire Princess Luka' prequel film had been weighing on her mind for days, maybe weeks, but she hadn't spoken to anyone about it seriously-- not even her mom. It wasn't like she didn't want to talk about it, but part of her dreaded what she might hear. What if the advice confirmed her worst fears?

But today, Suzie had finally gathered the courage to call the one person whose opinion she both feared and craved-- her Aunt Shizuka. The woman whose iconic portrayal of Luka had set the standard she was now being asked to follow.

She took a deep breath, dialed the number, and listened to the ring. 

"Hello, Suzie?" Shizuka's calm voice came through the line, as collected as ever.

"Hi, Aunt Shizuka," Suzie greeted, suddenly feeling more nervous than she'd expected. She took another breath and forced herself to dive in. "I need your advice... on something serious."

There was a brief pause, the kind that made Suzie's stomach churn, before Shizuka replied, her tone soft, yet curious. "I'm listening. What's on your mind?"

Suzie shifted on her bed, her fingers anxiously playing with the edge of her pillowcase. "It's about the 'Vampire Princess Luka' prequel... they've offered me the role. To play young Luka."

Shizuka's response was immediate but thoughtful. "That's a big offer, Suzie. Playing Luka would put you in the spotlight like never before. You've got the training, the professionalism... you could absolutely do it." She paused. "But something's holding you back. What is it?"

Suzie bit her lip, unsure how to voice her feelings. "I don't know," she admitted. "I guess... I feel like if I take the role, people will just see me as the 'next Shizuka.' Like, my career will always be compared to yours, and I'll just be following in your footsteps."

There was a soft chuckle on the other end, but not a condescending one-- more like Shizuka was amused by a thought that had crossed her mind. "You *are* the next Shizuka, Suzie. That's literally your real name." 

Suzie winced. Her aunt had a point, but that wasn't what she meant. "Yeah, but I don't want to be *you,*" she said, her voice a little firmer than she intended. "We're different people. I still... I don't know, I still want to be me. I have my own values."

Shizuka's tone shifted to something more understanding. "I know you don't want to be me, Suzie. But the truth is, we're more alike than you want to admit."

Suzie's heart sank. She didn't want to admit that either. She had spent so much time building herself up, trying to be different from her famous aunt, even though she had followed many of the same career paths. She had clung to her own sense of modesty, her belief that she could stay true to herself while still doing all these roles. And now... the thought of stepping into Luka's shoes felt like the final thread snapping.

"Is it the costume?" Shizuka asked quietly. "The idea of wearing Luka's outfit?"

Suzie stayed silent, but her hand tightened on the phone.

"I see," Shizuka continued. "You're afraid of putting on the costume because you think it'll turn your whole worldview upside down. And you might even... like it."

That hit Suzie harder than she expected. Her aunt had seen right through her. The truth Suzie hadn't wanted to admit-- even to herself-- was that part of her fear was rooted in what the costume represented. It wasn't just about the fanservice or the image of Luka, it was what putting on that costume symbolized. To wear it meant to fully step into the role, to leave behind her childhood vision of herself, her aunt, and everything they stood for. 

"I..." Suzie stammered, her voice catching in her throat. "I think you're right. I'm scared of putting on the costume. It's like... it's the symbol of everything I've been holding onto. All the stuff about wanting to stay modest, about wanting to be different from you. If I wear that costume... it feels like I'm letting go of everything that's kept me grounded."

There was a long silence on the other end, and then Shizuka spoke, her voice gentler than before. "Everyone has to grow up, Suzie. And you've already grown up so much faster than most girls your age. But you're also one foot in a world that most people never experience-- the world of fame, the world of performance. You've got a gift for it. That's why they want you to play Luka. Because you can embody her in ways other people can't."

Suzie swallowed hard, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. 

Shizuka's voice was filled with warmth now, as if she were smiling softly on the other end. "You're not just my niece, Suzie. You're a talented professional in your own right. You have the skills, the poise, the strength to play Luka. But more than that... you have to decide what *you* want. Don't think about following in my footsteps, or anyone else's. What do *you* want?"

"I don't know yet," Suzie whispered, her voice barely audible. "But... maybe playing Luka wouldn't be so bad. Maybe it's time I did step into the role. Not because it's what you did, but because it might be what I need to do. For me."

Shizuka's voice softened even further. "I think you'll find that once you put on the costume, you won't be losing anything. You'll just be gaining a new perspective. Luka isn't about the outfit, or the fanservice. She's about the loneliness, the struggle, the fight for something bigger than herself. You can bring all of that to the role, and you can do it *your* way."

Suzie let out a slow breath, feeling a weight lift off her chest. Shizuka was right. It wasn't about following in anyone's footsteps-- it was about finding her own path, even if that meant stepping into a role she once feared. The costume wasn't a cage. It was a doorway, one that she spent so much time fearing stepping through.

"I'll do it," Suzie finally said, her voice steady. "I'll take the role."

"I know you will," Shizuka said with quiet pride. "And I'll be there for you every step of the way. You can do this, Suzie. Just don't be afraid to let yourself grow."

Suzie smiled, the knot in her chest slowly unwinding. "Thanks, Aunt Shizuka. Really... thank you."

"Anytime," Shizuka replied, warmth and confidence in her voice. "Now go put on that Luka costume. You're going to be amazing." 

Suzie hung up, staring at the ceiling again, but this time with a sense of determination. She wasn't just stepping into Luka's shoes. She was stepping into her own future.

----

Suzie stood in the lobby of the production studio, her mother Mizuki by her side. It had been months of negotiations, contract discussions, and careful planning, but now it was real. She was about to try on the costume that would transform her into 'Vampire Princess Luka'-- the younger version of the character her Aunt Shizuka had made famous. The role that would define Suzie's career for years to come, for better or for worse. 

When they were escorted toward the dressing rooms, Suzie felt both excitement and apprehension. 

Mizuki placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'll do great," her mother said softly. 

Suzie nodded, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. 

This wasn't just a costume test; this was the moment everything changed. It wasn't just about stepping into a new role. It was about leaving behind everything she'd clung to-- the childlike notion that she could always define herself, stay untouched by the image and expectations others had for her. Today, she would become a professional actress in her own right, following in her Aunt Shizuka's footsteps in more ways than she had ever imagined. Today, she would enter the world of adults, working in a world where she needed to leave her childish notions behind.

When they reached the dressing room, Suzie found herself surrounded by racks of costumes, makeup palettes, and stylists who immediately began helping her into the intricate Gothic Lolita-inspired dress. The process was slow and meticulous, starting with Suzie undressing completely while her mom supervised. The costume was more involved than she realized, as every detail, down to her undergarments, were chosen specifically to both fit Suzie and embody Luka. Layers of lace, satin, and corset boning hugged her figure. Every strap, every ribbon was adjusted to its proper place. 

While the transformation took place, Suzie's thoughts wandered. She remembered the phone call with Aunt Shizuka-- the words of encouragement, the understanding that playing Luka wasn't just about wearing a costume or mimicking her aunt's performance. It was about growing into something new. It was about leaving her childhood behind.

And that's what this felt like now. Each layer of the costume was like shedding an old skin. With every pull of the fabric, she could feel herself slipping further away from the girl she had been, the girl who wanted to stand apart from Aunt Shizuka, the girl who thought she could define her own path without compromise. Now, she understood what her aunt had meant. It wasn't about compromise. It was about evolution-- becoming the best version of herself by embracing what came next.

When the final pieces of the dress were fitted and the corset tightened, the stylists stepped back. Suzie stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was almost there. Almost Luka.

The stylists moved in again, this time with the wig-- a cascade of silver hair that shimmered as it caught the light. Suzie's natural dark locks were hidden away beneath the cap, and as they gently positioned the wig over her head, she felt the final piece of her transformation click into place. 

She looked into the mirror again, this time with the full getup-- silver hair, dark makeup, the short Gothic Lolita dress that had once made her feel uneasy. But now, standing there in that costume, Suzie didn't feel ashamed or self-conscious. She didn't feel like a girl pretending to be someone she wasn't.

She felt like Luka.

The character who had been more than just fanservice, more than just a costume. Luka, the tormented, powerful, lonely princess who had captured hearts with her struggles and strength. Suzie had spent so much time dreading this moment-- afraid that putting on the costume would mean giving up who she was-- but now, as she stared at herself in the mirror, she realized something unexpected.

She didn't feel like she was giving up anything. She felt like she was *becoming* something.

The stylists gave her a nod of approval, and Mizuki, standing nearby, smiled warmly, her pride evident. "You look perfect," she said.

Suzie studied her reflection closely, the weight of the silver hair and dark eyeshadow framing her face. The fanservice elements were still there, of course-- the short skirt, the corset, the thigh-high stockings with garters-- but now she saw the character. She saw Luka's pain and vulnerability, her power and her resolve.

And more than anything, she understood the pressure. She could feel the immense weight of following in Aunt Shizuka's footsteps. She didn't have the same experiences, didn't have the same background, but that was what made this role so special. She wasn't expected to be the same Luka Shizuka had portrayed. She was playing a *younger* Luka-- a version of the character still unsure of herself, still growing into her power.

And in that uncertainty, Suzie realized, she could find something real. She could bring her own experiences, her own struggles, into the role. She didn't have to be Shizuka. She just had to be *Suzie*-- the younger Luka, the version of the character that was still finding her way. 

In a way, Suzie understood now that this role was perfect for her. Playing the younger Luka wasn't about living up to Aunt Shizuka's portrayal; it was about growing into it. Just like Luka, Suzie was still figuring out who she was, still grappling with her own path. But now, for the first time, she realized that following in her aunt's footsteps wasn't something to fear.

It was something to embrace.

Because maybe she did want to follow in Aunt Shizuka's footsteps. Not to become her, but to honor the path that had been laid before her, to learn from it, and to make it her own.

She took a deep breath and turned to Mizuki, her mother's presence grounding her as it always did. "I think I'm ready," she said, her voice steady and full of resolve.

Mizuki's smile grew. "You were always ready, Suzie. Now go show them what you can do."

With one final glance in the mirror, Suzie straightened her posture, smoothed down the dress, and stepped out of the dressing room. 

This wasn't just a costume. This wasn't just a role. This was her future.

----

After her costume test, Suzie couldn't stop thinking about everything-- the silver wig, the Gothic Lolita dress, the way she had transformed into Luka. It all felt so powerful, like she had stepped into another world. But there was one thing that kept nagging at her: Luka's expensive and showy panties.

She had worn the full Luka costume during the test, including the expensive lace-trimmed satin thong panties that were part of the character's signature fanservice look. It wasn't completely scandalous, but the detail in the design had surprised her, and despite how flimsy it looked it was surprisngly comfortable and made her feel good about herself. Mizuki had made a comment about how unnecessary it was for the test. The production team had offered her the choice to wear something more conventional, but Suzie had stuck with the original costume.

She needed to talk to Aunt Shizuka.

Suzie sat on her bed, staring at her phone, debating whether or not she should make the call. Finally, she sighed, pressed the call button, and listened to the ringing on the other end.

"Hello?" Shizuka's familiar voice answered.

"Hey, Aunt Shizuka," Suzie said, already feeling a bit lighter hearing her aunt's voice. "Do you have a minute?"

"For you? Always," Shizuka replied, her tone warm and supportive. "How did the costume test go? You must've looked incredible."

Suzie smiled, even though Shizuka couldn't see her. "It went well. Actually, it felt... really empowering, putting on the costume. I didn't expect to feel like that."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Shizuka responded. "That's a good sign. Luka is a powerful character, so it makes sense that you'd feel that way wearing her clothes. But I get the feeling that's not the only reason you're calling."

Suzie hesitated for a moment. "Yeah... there's something else." She took a deep breath. "It's about the underwear."

Shizuka immediately let out a small laugh. "Oh, is it that? Let me guess, your mom wasn't thrilled?"

"You know her too well," Suzie said, smiling despite herself. "Mom definitely objected. She thought it was unnecessary, but... honestly, it wasn't bad. I mean, it was weird at first because I've never worn something that fancy before, but it was comfortable. And it made me feel... I don't know, *expensive*?"

Shizuka laughed again, this time a little louder. "Expensive, huh? That's a new one! But I know what you mean. There's something about slipping into a role with all the details, down to the underwear. It's a confidence thing."

"Yeah, but it's still kind of strange," Suzie admitted. "I've never modeled underwear before. Mom always said that was a line I shouldn't cross, even when I started modeling more seriously. But for some reason, it felt right for Luka. Like it's part of her character, part of the costume."

Shizuka hummed thoughtfully. "I do know what you mean. When I played Luka, the fanservice elements, including the underwear, were always a bit of a point of contention. I wasn't too fond of it myself. But at the end of the day, it *is* part of the character. Luka's got that mix of vulnerability and strength, and her costume-- including the underwear-- represents that. It's like an extra layer of her persona."

Suzie nodded, even though she was alone in her room. "Yeah. That's how I feel about it. I could wear something more practical, but then it wouldn't really be Luka. It wouldn't feel the same."

Shizuka was quiet for a moment, then she spoke with a bit more seriousness. "Listen, Suzie. You're a professional now, and if you feel that wearing the costume exactly as designed is important to your performance, then you should go for it. You've got the training and the experience to make that call. But..." she trailed off for a moment, choosing her words carefully, "your mom's objections are coming from a place of protection. She's your mother, and she's always going to look out for you."

"I know," Suzie said, her voice softening. "But I also feel like I need to make my own decisions now. I'm stepping into a new chapter of my career, and I want to do it the right way. I'm not a kid anymore."

Shizuka's voice was gentle but firm. "And you're right. You're not a kid anymore. You're growing up fast, and sometimes that means making choices that feel a little uncomfortable. But if you feel good in the costume, if it helps you embody Luka, then that's what matters. Just keep in mind that your mom's not wrong to worry. It's all about balance."

Suzie let out a small sigh of relief. "Thanks, Aunt Shizuka. That helps a lot."

"Anytime," Shizuka replied. "And hey, if you ever want to talk more about anything-- whether it's the costume or how to handle the fame-- you know I'm always here."

"I'll definitely take you up on that," Suzie said with a laugh.

"Of course. You've got this, Suzie. Just trust yourself."

After the call ended, Suzie sat on the edge of her bed, feeling a newfound confidence. The costume had made her feel powerful, and now she understood why. It wasn't just the material or the design-- it was the fact that she was stepping into a role that demanded everything from her. And that included making decisions that reflected the kind of actress-- and the kind of person-- she was becoming.

Her mother's concerns were still valid, and she would always respect them. But Suzie knew that she had to trust her instincts, too. She was ready to take on this role. Ready to embrace everything that came with it.

Including the underwear.

----

Suzie sat cross-legged on her bed, her room dimly lit by the soft glow of her phone as she scrolled through the reactions to her promotional shoots and the teaser for the 'Vampire Princess Luka' prequel. Her heart swelled with excitement as she read the comments. 

Her classmates were the first to flood her notifications:

**"OMG, Suzie! You *nailed* it! You look just like Luka!"**  
**"I can't believe you're in a real movie! So proud of you!"**  
**"Our girl's gonna be a star!"**

Her fingers moved swiftly, liking and responding with short, grateful messages. The support was heartwarming, and Suzie couldn't help but grin at the flood of praise. A few fans who had followed her on social media also chimed in:

**"She's perfect for the younger Luka! I love this casting!"**  
**"Suzie looks so natural in the role. Can't wait to see the film!"**

The sense of validation was overwhelming, but it also brought a sense of relief. Suzie had spent so much time preparing for this role, working hard to embody Luka's youthful strength and inner turmoil. And now, finally, it seemed to be paying off.

However, as she scrolled further down one particular thread, something caught her eye-- a comparison between her portrayal of Luka and her Aunt Shizuka's iconic portrayal. 

Suzie paused.

The post featured side-by-side images: one of her from the recent teaser in Luka's signature outfit, and another of Aunt Shizuka as Luka in a still from the original film. The resemblance was... uncanny.

Suzie clicked on the thread, her excitement slowly giving way to unease as she began to read the comments.

**"They really found the perfect younger Luka. She looks just like Shizuka!"**  
**"Wow, they could pass as sisters. Suzie's a younger version, sure, but look at their expressions-- it's like looking at the same person!"**

Her thumb froze above the screen as she stared at the images, letting the realization sink in. The sharp eyes, the dark makeup that highlighted the intensity of Luka's character, the way their hair framed their faces-- it was eerie. They didn't have the same bone structure, but the makeup, costume, and sheer confidence in their eyes blurred the line. They looked almost identical.

Suzie's pulse quickened. She swiped through more comments, and then another comparison appeared-- this time between her and a recent modeling shoot of Aunt Shizuka, dressed in a sleek, elegant gown. The difference in style was obvious, but what struck Suzie most was how *youthful* Aunt Shizuka still looked.

Suzie blinked, her breath catching. In her mind, Aunt Shizuka had always been an adult, a woman twice her age-- confident, composed, always looking out for her. But here, staring back at her from the screen, was a Shizuka who didn't look much older than Suzie herself. If anything, Aunt Shizuka could have easily passed as her sister.

[How is this possible?] Suzie thought. Her aunt was in her thirties, but it didn't show at all. 

Suzie's fingers hovered over her phone, her mind racing. Aunt Shizuka still had the flawless complexion and poise of someone who could easily slip back into a high school uniform if she wanted to. And then the most unsettling thought crept in: [Aunt Shizuka could have played the younger Luka in this prequel. She could have done it herself.]

Her heart thudded against her chest. Suzie had seen herself as the next generation, the one to carry on Aunt Shizuka's legacy while forging her own path. But now, staring at this thread, she couldn't shake the feeling that Aunt Shizuka, with her timeless looks and impeccable professionalism, could still stand in her shoes-- maybe even outshine her if she chose to.

Suzie suddenly felt small, insignificant. She had trained hard, she had earned this role, but it dawned on her how much she was living in Aunt Shizuka's shadow, even now. The pressure of living up to her aunt's iconic portrayal of Luka felt heavier than ever.

Her thoughts spiraled. [If Aunt Shizuka could still look the part... why didn't she take it? Did she step aside for me?] The realization was jarring, almost humbling. Aunt Shizuka wasn't just capable-- she was still in her prime. And yet, she had allowed Suzie to step into the role.

Suzie stared at the comparison one last time, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. She suddenly felt self-conscious. What if the fans ended up comparing her to Aunt Shizuka in every scene? What if, no matter how hard she tried, she could never escape being "the next Shizuka" rather than being Suzie in her own right?

As her phone slipped from her hand onto the bed, she closed her eyes, trying to steady her thoughts. Aunt Shizuka could have easily taken this role if she wanted. But she didn't.

[Why didn't she?]

----

The train ride to Tokyo was familiar but felt different this time. Suzie had visited her Aunt Shizuka's suburban home many times as a child, but today felt like a pivotal moment. She was no longer just a niece visiting her aunt-- she was a professional actress stepping into the shoes that her aunt had once filled. The weight of her role as the new 'Vampire Princess Luka' prequel star loomed over her thoughts, but today, she needed more than just advice.

Suzie stepped off the train, her heart racing as she made her way through the streets of Tokyo's quiet suburbs with her travel bag in tow, walking the path she had taken with her mom many times before. When she arrived at the familiar house, she took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. She was greeted by Yuki, Aunt Shizuka's best friend and longtime companion, who looked every bit the seasoned photographer well into her thirties, with her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing casual tank tops and shorts that matched the younger generation's fashion.

"Hey, Suzie!" Yuki grinned, her energy warm and inviting as always.

Suzie smiled back, though the thought crossed her mind again: [Aunt Yuki looks so much her age, more so than Aunt Shizuka.]

"Hi, Aunt Yuki," Suzie said, stepping inside. "Is Aunt Shizuka around?"

Yuki nodded, waving her toward the living room. "Yeah, she's just upstairs. She'll be down in a minute. You can sit if you like."

Suzie made herself comfortable, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension. This meeting wasn't just casual-- it was important. There were things she needed to understand, questions she needed to ask, but more than anything, she had to see Aunt Shizuka.

After a moment, Suzie heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned her head and froze for a second. Shizuka stepped into the room, looking almost identical to the way she had when Suzie was younger. She wore a simple outfit-- a loose blouse and jeans-- but her youthful glow and perfect skin made her look more like a sister than an aunt.

"Hey, Suzie," Shizuka greeted warmly, her lilac hair gently framing her face. Her eyes sparkled with the same mix of strength and tenderness that Suzie had always admired.

Suzie swallowed, feeling the weight of everything she'd seen online lately-- the fan comparisons, the near-identical likeness between them. Shizuka could still pass as a teenager if she wanted to. It was surreal.

"Hey," Suzie managed, standing up to greet her aunt with a hug.

Yuki gave a casual wave and headed to the kitchen, leaving them alone in the living room. Suzie waited until Yuki was out of earshot before diving into what had been bothering her.

"Aunt Shizuka," she began hesitantly, "can I ask you something?"

Shizuka smiled, sitting across from her. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

Suzie took a breath, her mind whirling with everything she had been thinking lately. But the first thing that popped out was, "Why haven't you married Aunt Yuki yet?"

Shizuka blinked in surprise before bursting into soft laughter. "Oh, Suzie. We don't need to get married. We're fine with the way things are."

Suzie raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're just going to stay in denial until the very end, huh?"

"It's not denial," she said quietly. "That is just the nature of our friendship."

"Well, anyway," Suzie said, sighing. It was time to dispense with the pleasantries. "Aunt Shizuka, I need to know something. I've seen online many discussions and comparisons between us. It is clear to me that you could have reprised your role as Luka if you so chose. So, why didn't you?"

The laughter faded from Shizuka's face, replaced by something more somber. "It is not a matter as simple as turning down a role. I knew years ago that my time in the world of light was limited. There are certain... obligations which I agreed to for that time."

Suzie's heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly what Shizuka was talking about, though they rarely spoke openly about it. "It's Deathclaw, isn't it?" Suzie guessed.

Shizuka nodded, her expression calm but serious. "Yes. The world of light, of fame... it was never meant to last for me."

Suzie's chest tightened. She knew her aunt had a dark secret-- one that kept her tethered to a world most people couldn't even imagine. Shizuka, harboring the soul of an ancient bone dragon, had always lived a life balanced on the edge of light and shadow.

"I can't keep pretending I belong in both worlds forever," Shizuka continued. "The time is drawing near when I must return to the world of shadows."

Suzie bit her lip. "But... why? Why did you let me take on Luka when you could have easily done it yourself? You still look like you could play her."

Shizuka smiled faintly. "Because I can think of no better person to carry on the legacy than you."

Suzie felt a lump form in her throat. She had always admired Aunt Shizuka, always wanted to live up to her, but now that she was standing in her shoes-- now that she knew the weight of that legacy-- it felt too heavy. "I don't know if I can live up to you," Suzie admitted. "You're... *you*. I'm just me."

Shizuka leaned forward, her eyes soft but firm. "Suzie, I didn't become who I am overnight. I made mistakes. I learned my own lessons. You will too. You'll make Luka your own, just as I did. And you have what it takes to be the 'next Shizuka'-- if that's what you want."

Suzie shook her head. "I want to be my own person. I want to be *Suzie*."

"I know," Shizuka said with a knowing smile. "And you will be. But don't forget-- being your own person doesn't mean you can't carry on the legacy. You'll find your own way to do it."

Suzie was silent for a moment, the weight of her aunt's words settling over her like a heavy cloak. She understood now that it wasn't about replacing Aunt Shizuka-- it was about carrying the torch, about continuing a legacy that her aunt couldn't keep up anymore because of her obligations to the shadows.

Finally, Suzie took a deep breath, determination flickering in her chest. "By the time you come back from the shadows, I'll be a star."

Shizuka's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she chuckled softly. "I look forward to it."

----

## Reconnecting With Old Roots

After spending the day with Aunt Shizuka, Suzie felt a strange sense of relief but also a lingering nervousness about the future. She had taken on such a huge responsibility with her role as 'Vampire Princess Luka,' and her conversation with Aunt Shizuka had only deepened the gravity of it all. But she also felt something else-- gratitude. Gratitude for this chosen family Aunt Shizuka had brought together over the years, a family Suzie was now reconnecting with now that she was staying in Tokyo for work.

Suzie made her way to Aunt Kanna and Uncle Shion's mansion home. She hadn't seen them in quite some time, but the memory of her childhood visits came rushing back. Aunt Kanna, with her regal presence and traditional upbringing, had always been an anchor for everyone. 

When she made it to the mansion, the maids escorted Suzie to Aunt Kanna's private den. Suzie was greeted by the soft scent of incense and the warm smile of Aunt Kanna.

"Welcome, Suzie!" Kanna's voice was full of warmth as she pulled Suzie into a gentle hug. "It's been too long. You've grown so much!"

Suzie smiled, feeling at ease in her aunt's embrace. "Thanks, Aunt Kanna. It's good to be back."

Uncle Shion, calm and reserved as ever, offered a nod from his spot on the couch, reading a book. "Welcome, Suzie," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. 

Suzie exchanged a polite greeting with him before she noticed two small figures peeking out from behind Kanna's long kimono-- her cousins, although not directly related, just as how Aunt Kanna and Uncle Shion were not related to Suzie. Tsubaki, Kanna's biological son, was as mischievous as ever, his black hair matching his mother's. And next to him stood Sumire, Kanna's daughter, though everyone knew the truth-- Sumire was Aunt Shizuka's biological daughter, surrogated by Aunt Kanna. It was an open secret, something treated with casual acceptance by the family. No one made a fuss about it; to Sumire, she simply had two moms.

"Hey, Tsubaki, Sumire," Suzie greeted the children, crouching down to their level.

Tsubaki grinned widely, tugging at Suzie's sleeve. "Did you come to play with us?"

Suzie laughed, ruffling his hair. "Maybe later. I've got to say hello to everyone first."

Sumire, quieter and more reserved, smiled shyly from behind Kanna, her large eyes observing Suzie carefully. She was still young, but there was something about her that reminded Suzie of Aunt Shizuka. Maybe it was the way Sumire carried herself with quiet confidence. It would take years of growing up, but Suzie wondered if she was going to become Sumire's mentor the same way Aunt Shizuka was her mentor.

After spending some time catching up with Kanna and Shion, Suzie continued her visit, this time heading over to Aunt Luna and Uncle Ziel's apartment. Suzie had always admired Luna's fierce spirit and Ziel's laid-back charm. They were a power couple, in more ways than one-- literally. Luna, a sword-wielding demon hunter, and Ziel, a wind mage, were always involved in some adventure, and their daughter Sora, a girl around Tsubaki's age, had inherited her father's ability to control the wind.

"Aunt Luna, Uncle Ziel!" Suzie greeted them as she walked into their home, which was filled with artifacts from their travels and adventures.

Luna smiled, her black hair pulled back into a ponytail as usual. "Suzie! Look at you, all grown up. I heard you're going to be in the new 'Vampire Princess Luka' movie?"

Suzie nodded, feeling a swell of pride. "Yeah, I am. It's a lot to live up to, but I'm excited."

Ziel gave her a lazy smile from the kitchen where he was making tea. "You'll do great. Just don't let those big movie producers push you around too much. You've got the power."

Suzie laughed, appreciating his confidence in her.

As she chatted with them, Sora came bounding down the hallway, her long hair flying wildly as if the wind itself was playing with it. "Suzie! Did you bring anything fun from Kyoto?"

Suzie shook her head with a playful smile. "Sorry, Sora. Next time, I promise."

Sora shrugged, unbothered. "That's okay. We'll just make our own fun, right?"

The visit was brief but filled with warmth, and as Suzie left Aunt Luna and Uncle Ziel's place, she felt a growing sense of support around her. These weren't just family members-- they were pillars of strength, people who would always have her back.

With the sun setting, her last stop was returning to Aunt Shizuka's place, where Suzie would be staying for the duration of her time filming in Tokyo. Aunt Yuki greeted her at the door with her usual cheerful smile.

"Ready to get settled in?" Yuki asked, her voice full of excitement.

"Definitely," Suzie replied, feeling the weight of the day finally beginning to lift. "Thanks for letting me crash here."

Yuki waved her hand dismissively. "Crash? You're family. Besides, we've got more rooms than we know what to do with."

Suzie followed Yuki upstairs, where she was shown to a cozy guest room that had already been prepared for her. It wasn't huge, but it had everything she needed-- a bed, a small desk, and a wardrobe. Aunt Yuki had even left some decorations around, giving the room a bit of personality. Suzie noted her bags had already been moved into the room, perhaps as part of Aunt Yuki's preparation of the room. She looked around, taking it all in.

"This will be your space while you're here," Yuki said, leaning against the doorframe. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. You're never alone here."

After Yuki left the room to give her some privacy, Suzie sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her new space away from home. The quiet of the room settled around her, and she found herself thinking back to the whirlwind of emotions that had come with taking on Luka's role, reconnecting with her family, and visiting her aunts and uncles.

Thanks to Aunt Shizuka, Suzie wasn't going to be living in Tokyo alone. She had this incredible, supportive family-- people who were chosen, not by blood, but by friendship, loyalty, and love. She wasn't just stepping into a new chapter of her life on her own. She had an entire family-- one that was ready to stand by her, cheer her on, and catch her if she ever stumbled.

"Aunt Shizuka really set a wonderful stage for me, hasn't she?" Suzie mused aloud.

Smiling softly to herself, Suzie lay back on the bed, feeling comforted by the knowledge that no matter what came next, she wasn't alone. With her family behind her, she felt ready to take on the world.

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## Passing the Torch

Suzie took a deep breath, adjusting the grip on the hilt of her prop sword. She was standing in the middle of the set, dressed in full costume as 'Vampire Princess Luka,' ready for another round of fight scene choreography. The sword felt a little more natural in her hands now, after weeks of intense training, but there was still a nervous excitement thrumming in her veins. This wasn't just any scene-- it was the culmination of her efforts to bring Luka to life, the battle that would define her character.

The stunt actor she had been working with was impressive, always pushing her to match his energy. Suzie's experience as a demon hunter in training helped her keep up, though mastering choreography on camera was a different beast altogether. Every motion had to be precise, fluid, and just as dramatic as it was lethal.

But as she stepped into her stance, ready for the next practice run, one thing nagged at her. She still didn't know who her character was supposed to be fighting in the final scene. The identity of her opponent had been kept secret from her, frustrating her to no end. How was she supposed to act properly if she didn't know the stakes? How was she supposed to get into character?

The director approached her, hands clasped behind his back, a glint of something playful in his eyes. "Suzie, you ready for one more practice run before we move on?"

Suzie nodded, wiping the sweat from her brow and readjusting her posture. "Yeah, let's do it," she replied, though a part of her was still stuck on the mystery opponent. Maybe this time they'd finally tell her.

But instead of the stunt actor stepping up to spar with her, the set grew unnervingly quiet. Suzie's brow furrowed, her focus narrowing in on the figure walking toward her from the shadows of the set.

Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the familiar silhouette. It wasn't the stunt actor at all. It was Aunt Shizuka.

Shizuka was dressed as Luka, too-- her long silver hair flowing under the same black Gothic Lolita outfit Suzie wore, the fabric rippling slightly with each step. She held her own prop sword with casual grace, a small, knowing smile on her face. The sight of her sent a shock through Suzie's system. They looked nearly identical, except for the sharpness in Aunt Shizuka's eyes, the confidence radiating off her like an aura. In that moment, Suzie realized just how much Aunt Shizuka embodied Luka, even though she'd given up the role years ago.

The applause that broke out from the crew was deafening. Suzie glanced around, only to see Aunt Yuki in the corner, grinning wildly as she lifted her camera to snap photos of the moment. The entire set seemed to be in on the surprise-- everyone except Suzie.

"What... what is happening?" Suzie muttered, still frozen in shock.

Shizuka's smile widened as she approached, her prop sword resting on her shoulder. "Well, Suzie," she said softly, "it looks like I'm your opponent for this scene."

Suzie's eyes widened even more, her mind trying to catch up. She'd spent the past few weeks pushing herself to embody Luka, to live up to her aunt's legacy, and now Shizuka was here, standing in front of her, dressed as the very same character. For a second, Suzie forgot how to breathe.

"Wait... you're..." Suzie stammered, her gaze darting between her aunt and the sword in her hand. She couldn't believe it. She'd been sparring with stunt actors all this time, and now she had to go up against *Aunt Shizuka*? How was she supposed to fight her? What if she messed up? The shock was overwhelming.

Shizuka tilted her head, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Suzie? What's wrong? Did you forget everything you've learned already?" Her tone was teasing, but gentle.

Suzie opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She hadn't just forgotten the choreography-- she had forgotten how to *move* entirely. Her mind raced, still trying to process the fact that Aunt Shizuka, the legendary Luka herself, was here to fight her on set. The woman who had made Luka famous, who had set the standard, was now standing in front of her, and Suzie was expected to keep up.

It was all too much.

The crew chuckled at her visible bewilderment, and Yuki stepped closer, snapping more photos, clearly enjoying Suzie's priceless reaction. "Come on, Suzie, don't leave Aunt Shizuka waiting," Yuki called, her voice full of playful encouragement.

Suzie blinked, finally managing to shake her head and gather her thoughts. "Wait, wait! I wasn't ready for this!" she protested, still gripping her sword tightly, her legs locked in place.

Shizuka took another step closer, twirling her prop sword with practiced ease. "You've been practicing this choreography for weeks. You're ready, Suzie. Now show me what you've got." Her voice had taken on that cool, almost otherworldly tone that she used when she was in character. It sent a shiver down Suzie's spine.

Suzie stared at her aunt, still in disbelief, but there was no turning back now. She had to fight. With a deep breath, she tried to remember her stance, adjusting her feet and raising her sword. But her mind was still stuck on the fact that Aunt Shizuka was her opponent. How could she possibly fight against her?

Shizuka's smile faded slightly, her gaze softening. "Suzie, it's just you and me. Forget everything else. Show me what you've learned."

Suzie swallowed hard. The pressure was immense, but she knew she couldn't back down. Slowly, the memory of the choreography began to filter back into her mind. This was still a fight scene, and she was still Luka. She had to prove that she belonged here.

Taking another deep breath, Suzie tightened her grip on her sword and nodded. "Okay... okay. I'm ready."

Shizuka's smile returned, and she lowered her sword into a ready position. "Good. Let's see it."

Suzie's heart pounded as the scene began. She stepped forward, the weight of the sword familiar in her hand, but the nerves still electric in her body. The first clash of their swords echoed through the set, and Suzie could feel the strength and precision in Shizuka's movements. She was powerful, every swing deliberate and controlled. But Suzie kept up, her training kicking in as she moved in sync with her aunt, their blades moving in a dance of perfect choreography.

For a moment, Suzie felt like she wasn't fighting Aunt Shizuka at all. She was fighting Luka-- the Luka that had come before her, the legend she was now stepping into. And with each clash of their swords, Suzie's confidence grew. She could do this.

The scene ended with both of them standing still, swords crossed, and Suzie felt a rush of exhilaration. She had done it. She had fought her aunt-- and she had held her own.

The applause erupted again, and Suzie lowered her sword, breathing heavily but grinning. Shizuka stepped back, lowering her own sword and giving Suzie a proud smile.

"See? You were ready," Shizuka said softly, her eyes sparkling with pride.

Suzie let out a breathless laugh, still in shock but feeling a surge of accomplishment. "I... I can't believe that just happened."

Shizuka gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Believe it. You're ready for this, Suzie. And you'll be a Luka that no one will forget."

Suzie's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked at her aunt-- her mentor, her inspiration-- and knew that, with Shizuka's guidance, she was more than ready to take on the legacy of Luka.

----

Backstage, the sound of metal clashing and the murmurs of the crew faded as Suzie and Shizuka sank into the comfortable chairs set up for them. The adrenaline from their practice run was still buzzing through Suzie's veins, but the exhaustion was catching up fast. She glanced at her aunt, who seemed just as calm and collected as always, her Luka costume draped perfectly around her as if it were an extension of herself.

Suzie couldn't help but break the silence first, her curiosity bubbling up. "Aunt Shizuka, is your appearance in the film a surprise?"

Shizuka looked over at her, a small smile playing on her lips. "It is. And you're not to talk about it with anyone outside of the production." She leaned in slightly, her tone both playful and serious. "Not even your mother."

Suzie's eyes widened at that. She'd guessed it might be a secret, but hearing Shizuka confirm it made the whole thing feel even more surreal. "Not even Mom? Wow. I knew there was supposed to be a special encounter in the film, but I never dreamed it would be *you*. Especially after your whole speech about leaving the world of light behind."

Shizuka chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of her silver wig behind her ear. "I'm not vanishing completely, Suzie. Just dialing things back for a while. I'll stay involved enough to remind people I'm still here but step away enough that it feels like I'm taking a long, extended break."

Suzie nodded, understanding. She knew how demanding her aunt's career had been, the constant spotlight, the number of jobs she took over the years positively mind-boggling, having set a pace that anyone would believe Shizuka had a limited life span and was trying to make the most of it. And even though she was still wrapping her head around Shizuka's surprise appearance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at how gracefully her aunt handled everything. Shizuka had been a constant figure in her life, a legend in the industry, but also a pillar of wisdom.

"You were amazing out there," Shizuka said suddenly, breaking Suzie's thoughts. "Your swordsmanship has improved, but you still have a ways to go."

Suzie grinned at the praise but couldn't resist pushing back a little. "I know you were holding back, Aunt Shizuka. But I'm better than Mom."

Shizuka laughed softly, shaking her head. "Your mom likely held back, too. You shouldn't underestimate her, Suzie."

Suzie wrinkled her nose. "I guess, but still, you've got that whole graceful but deadly thing going on." She paused, thinking back to the fight choreography they'd just run. Despite how well she'd done, Suzie knew her aunt had taken it easy on her. It was humbling but also motivating. She wanted to be as good as Shizuka one day-- or better.

Shizuka leaned back in her chair, gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment before speaking again. "You know, I wish you had been around when I was filming 'Vampire Princess Luka 2: Twin Shadows' all those years ago."

Suzie perked up at the mention of the film. "Oh, I remember that one! You played Luka *and* her evil twin, Ruka. That was such a cool movie."

A fond but slightly pained expression crossed Shizuka's face as she nodded. "It was a challenge, both physically and emotionally. Playing two characters so different yet so connected... it was draining. But I'll tell you something-- if you had been around back then, I would've been happy to let you play Ruka."

Suzie scoffed, sitting up straighter. "Me? Ruka? No way. I'd be playing Luka, and *you'd* be playing Ruka."

Shizuka burst into laughter, her voice ringing out with genuine amusement. "Is that so? You'd take Luka from me, huh?"

Suzie grinned, feeling a burst of confidence. "Yeah! I mean, it's a new era, right? You've already established Luka. Now it's time for the next generation."

Shizuka gave her a playful look, her laughter softening into a warm smile. "There's no telling what the future holds, Suzie. Maybe you'll take up the mantle of Luka, or maybe I'll come out of retirement just to show you how it's really done."

Suzie laughed, though the idea of it filled her with both excitement and nervousness. She knew that standing in her aunt's shoes would be no small feat, but today had proven that she was on her way. 

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## Without Holding Back

The morning sun streamed through the wide, sliding doors of Kanna's mansion dojo. Aunt Shizuka suggested, after Suzie's desire to do a real spar, to go to Aunt Kanna's place to facilitate it. While a portion of the mansion's maid staff were also in attendance training in the naginata, as part of their duties, Suzie and Aunt Shizuka were afforded appropriate space to carry on their own business.

Suzie tightened her grip on the training sword in her hand, her heart pounding in her chest. She had sparred with many skilled fighters, but facing Aunt Shizuka was something else entirely. This was the most intense training of her life, and she knew her aunt was still holding back.

They circled each other slowly, eyes locked. The air between them buzzed with the quiet anticipation of a serious duel. Suzie recalled the stories she'd heard from the stunt coordinator on set-- the one who had worked with Shizuka during her earlier film days. He had said that Shizuka wasn't just a talented actress; she was a master swordsman. He even joked that she could teach many so-called "masters" a thing or two.

Suzie knew the real reason for Shizuka's unparalleled skill: the power of Deathclaw, the undead dragon whose soul resided within her aunt, lending her incredible strength and agility when needed. It wasn't just talent; it was something far deeper, something ancient. Suzie hoped that, someday, she could live up to even a fraction of that legacy.

She narrowed her eyes, focusing on her aunt's movements, waiting for the slightest opening.

"You're thinking too much," Shizuka said calmly, her voice steady despite the intensity of their sparring.

Suzie gritted her teeth. "You're still holding back."

Shizuka raised an eyebrow. "And you want me to stop?"

Suzie hesitated, her breath coming a little faster now. She knew that to face Aunt Shizuka in a "real" spar would mean pushing herself to her absolute limit-- and then some. But if she was ever going to improve, to truly step into her own as both an actress and a demon hunter, she needed to face the challenge head-on.

"Yes," Suzie said firmly, her gaze unflinching. "Let's have a real spar."

Shizuka's expression softened, a faint smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what Suzie was asking for-- no more pulling punches, no more restraint. But there was a weight to her response, a warning that lingered in the air. "If we do this, I won't hold back. I may even hurt you. Are you ready for that?"

Suzie nodded without hesitation. "I'm ready."

For a moment, the only sound was the rustle of their feet on the wooden floor and the faint murmur of the younger maids who had gathered to watch. They had been quietly training nearby, but now all eyes were on the two of them. The maids didn't even attempt to hide their awe as Suzie and Shizuka each picked up a second training sword, revealing their hidden technique-- dual-wielding.

Shizuka's eyes sharpened. "Then let's begin."

Suzie barely had time to register the shift in her aunt's stance before they clashed. The sound of wood striking wood echoed through the dojo, but to the maids watching, the movements were a blur. Their swings were so fast, so precise, that the younger women could hardly follow what was happening. It was as if the air itself had turned into a whirlwind of strikes, parries, and counterattacks.

But to Suzie and Shizuka, it was something more. It wasn't just a fight; it was a conversation. Each movement, each strike, was a question and an answer, a test and a response. Suzie could feel the weight of every decision, every adjustment, but no matter how hard she tried to push, her aunt was always one step ahead, always just out of reach.

For a moment, Suzie thought she might be able to match her aunt's pace. She pressed forward, her swords spinning in her hands as she aimed for Shizuka's defenses. But then, in the blink of an eye, Shizuka shifted. The movement was so fluid, so impossibly fast, that before Suzie even realized what had happened, her swords were gone-- disarmed, sent clattering to the floor.

Suzie stood there, panting, her arms trembling slightly from the intensity of the spar. She stared at her empty hands, feeling a rush of frustration and awe all at once.

Shizuka lowered her own swords and stepped forward, offering a hand. "You did well, Suzie. Better than most would have."

Suzie looked up, humbled by her aunt's words. She took Shizuka's hand, allowing herself to be pulled up. "I thought I had you," Suzie admitted, feeling a little defeated despite the praise. "But you made it look so easy."

Shizuka smiled, a touch of pride in her eyes. "It wasn't easy. And no normal person would have lasted as long as you did. Your mom trained you well."

Suzie let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. It was a small comfort, knowing she had pushed herself that far, but still, there was so much left to learn. "How did you disarm me so quickly?"

"Would you like me to show you?" Shizuka asked, her tone gentle but firm.

Suzie's heart swelled with gratitude. She was frustrated at being bested, but she knew she was in the presence of a master. "Yes," she said, nodding. "I'd like that."

Shizuka picked up one of the fallen training swords and handed it back to Suzie. "Then let's begin." 

And as the younger maids watched in awe, Suzie realized that while she had a long way to go, she was learning from the best-- and one day, she would make sure that her name carried as much weight as her aunt's. She wasn't just carrying on a legacy; she was forging her own.

----

## Thinking With Portals

The forest outside of Tokyo was eerily quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. The setting sun cast long shadows through the trees, painting the clearing in golden hues as Suzie and Shizuka faced off once again. Suzie's breaths were shallow, her mind racing as she tried to find the right moment to strike. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her body tensed, and she concentrated on the shimmering portal she'd opened behind her aunt.

It should have worked.

She had thought that with her portal magic, she could finally get the drop on Aunt Shizuka. But no matter what she did-- no matter how many portals she opened or how she tried to angle herself-- Shizuka countered every move with ease. Every time Suzie tried to blink through space, hoping to catch her off-guard, Shizuka would already be there, a step ahead, her sword raised in perfect defense. 

Another swing of Suzie's sword missed as Shizuka gracefully sidestepped the attack, not even looking winded. With an effortless parry, Shizuka knocked Suzie's blade to the side.

"Unfair," Suzie grumbled, retreating a few steps, her frustration barely concealed. "I'm using magic and still can't land a hit. How is that possible?"

Shizuka lowered her sword, her expression calm and composed, as always. "You're calling it unfair?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I can't use magic at all, and yet you're the one opening portals. If we're going by strict definitions, you're the one bending the rules, Suzie."

Suzie frowned, not entirely satisfied by the answer. She hadn't thought about it that way. To her, using portals seemed like an advantage, but Shizuka kept neutralizing that advantage as if it were nothing.

Sighing, Shizuka sheathed her sword and gestured for Suzie to stop. "Enough for now," she said, walking over to where Suzie stood. "What are you trying to do, anyway? You keep trying to get behind me using your portals. Why?"

Suzie hesitated, her face flushed slightly from embarrassment. She rubbed the back of her neck, knowing how ridiculous her answer would sound, especially to Aunt Shizuka. "I... I watched an anime where someone teleported behind their opponent and got the drop on them," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "I thought I could do the same."

Shizuka's lips curled into a small, amused smile. "Teleported behind their opponent?" she repeated, chuckling lightly. "That's a neat trick in anime, but in reality, it doesn't work the way you think."

"Why not?" Suzie asked, her frustration bubbling back up. "I have portals. I can get behind you--"

"But portals aren't the same as teleporting," Shizuka interrupted gently, her tone more instructional now. "Portals take time. Even if it's just a fraction of a second, that delay is enough for someone skilled to notice. Plus, portals leave a telltale sign when they open and close-- light, sound, a disturbance in the air. Someone with sharp senses can pick up on that immediately."

Suzie bit her lip, knowing her aunt was right. As skilled as she was with portals, she could never make them truly silent or invisible. There was always a flash or a ripple in the air when they opened, and Aunt Shizuka never missed those cues. "So, I have to be faster?" Suzie asked, trying to think of how she could refine her technique.

Shizuka shook her head. "If you want to teleport the way you're thinking of, you'd need real teleportation magic, and that's not something you have. Can you teleport without a portal?"

"No..." Suzie admitted, deflating slightly. "But there has to be a way to use portals effectively in combat, right? I mean, my mom uses them all the time."

Shizuka nodded thoughtfully. "There is a way. But you're trying to use it while holding two swords and fighting head-on. That's not practical." She paused, considering her words carefully. "Your mother never uses portals in the middle of combat like this because they require concentration, precision, and a free hand. They aren't meant to be used in the heat of battle the way you're trying to."

Suzie's brow furrowed. She knew what her mom did with portals-- she used them to summon creatures, monsters bound to her by pacts. Mizuki could call on the scorpions she had bonded with to fight by her side. Suzie, on the other hand, had no such pact. No creatures, no allies summoned from another realm. "I know Mom uses portals to summon monsters," Suzie said, feeling a little left behind. "But I don't have a pact like she does."

Shizuka's expression softened. "That's because you haven't formed one yet," she pointed out gently. "The next time you see your mom, you should ask her about forming a pact. It's something that will come in time, but first, you need to discover the animal you're most attuned to."

Suzie looked up, surprised. She hadn't thought about it that way before. "Animal I'm most attuned to?"

Shizuka smiled, a fond look crossing her face. "Yes. Your mother is attuned to the scorpion, which is why she summons them. I'm attuned to the snake. It's different for everyone."

Suzie felt a flicker of excitement at the thought of forming her own bond with a creature. But at the same time, a wave of uncertainty washed over her. What animal was she connected to? What would it mean for her magic, for her abilities? "How do I find out what I'm attuned to?" she asked, a note of curiosity in her voice.

"You'll know when the time is right," Shizuka said with a smile. "It's something you'll feel, deep inside. The creature will resonate with you, and you'll know it's the one you're meant to form a pact with."

Suzie nodded slowly, absorbing her aunt's words. The idea of discovering her attuned animal was thrilling, but there was still a lot she didn't know, and so much left to learn. "And once I find it?" Suzie asked, eager to hear more.

"Once you find it, you'll be able to call on it to aid you in battle, just like your mom does," Shizuka said. "But until then, you'll have to focus on perfecting your current techniques. And remember, portals have their uses, but you can't rely on them alone."

Suzie glanced down at her hands, still clutching her swords. "I understand," she said quietly. There was so much more to learn, but at least now she had a direction, a goal to aim for.

Shizuka placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You've already come so far, Suzie. Don't rush it. You'll get there in time."

Suzie smiled up at her aunt, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. "Thanks, Aunt Shizuka. I'll keep working on it."

"And when you're ready," Shizuka said, her voice warm with affection, "you'll be able to show me what you've learned. I'll look forward to it."

Suzie nodded, determination renewed in her heart. There was still a long road ahead, but with her aunt's guidance and her mother's legacy behind her, she knew she could walk it. She just had to find out what awaited her at the end.

----

## The Spoiled Aristocrat

Suzie stood in front of the mirror, her reflection framed by the dim lighting of the set's dressing room. The elaborate Gothic gown she wore was a masterpiece-- an imported, rich black velvet dress with layers of lace and intricate embroidery. The high collar, puffed sleeves, and sweeping skirt were reminiscent of the Meiji-era, a stark contrast to the more modern, skimpy outfits Luka would wear later in the series. Suzie carefully adjusted the lace gloves on her hands, appreciating the weight and authenticity of the outfit. This version of 'Vampire Princess Luka' was a prequel, showing the noble, human life Luka led before she became the tragic antihero everyone knew and loved.

It was a departure from the action-packed fight scenes Suzie usually relished. As a demon hunter and trained martial artist herself, Suzie always enjoyed the thrill of the fast-paced sequences-- the adrenaline, the choreography, the challenge of performing stunts. But today's shoot was different. Instead of swords and blood, today was all about Luka's life as a human, long before her descent into darkness.

Suzie felt a twinge of discomfort as she thought about the character she was about to portray. Human Luka was, by all accounts, a snob-- spoiled by wealth and power, untouched by the struggles of the world around her. She was the daughter of a wealthy noble family, one of the many beneficiaries of the Meiji Restoration, which had catapulted certain families to immense influence and prosperity. Luka, at this point in the story, was arrogant, sheltered, and oblivious to the fate that would soon befall her. 

Suzie knew this was necessary for the narrative. The entire point of showing Luka's human life was to set up her eventual downfall-- to make the audience feel like she deserved what was coming. It was the alignment of fate and punishment, good and evil converging to deliver a divine reckoning. Luka's transformation into a vampire, and her fall from grace, would be all the more tragic because of the life she once had.

But playing a character like this? That was a different challenge altogether. Suzie was self-conscious about portraying someone so out-of-touch, someone so removed from the humanity she'd later lose. She didn't want people to think the character reflected on her, but she also knew that if she held back, Luka's eventual redemption arc wouldn't hit as hard.

She took a deep breath and smoothed down her dress once more, trying to shake off her nerves. "It's just acting," she told herself. "It's part of the story. No one's going to think I'm like this."

A knock at the door startled her. The assistant popped her head in. "Suzie, they're ready for you on set."

"Got it. I'll be right there," Suzie replied, gathering her composure. With one last glance in the mirror, she lifted her chin and walked out toward the set.

The mansion set was a stunning replica of a Meiji-era noble house, complete with sliding shoji doors, rich mahogany furnishings, and delicate paper lanterns casting a warm glow over the space. The crew moved around in a well-rehearsed dance, adjusting lights and setting up cameras as they prepared for the shot. The scene they were about to film was simple: human Luka, in all her aristocratic glory, sitting at a lavish dining table, engaging in idle conversation with other noble characters. No action, no magic-- just the weight of her privilege on full display.

Suzie approached the set and took her place at the table, folding her hands in her lap as she slipped into character. The director gave a few final instructions before calling for quiet.

"And... action!"

Suzie let herself become Luka. She straightened her back, her expression cool and haughty as she surveyed the others at the table. Human Luka had no need for warmth or humility. She was born into this life, raised to believe in her own superiority. Every movement, every glance was calculated to exude the entitlement that came with her station.

Suzie found herself easing into the role, despite her earlier doubts. She exchanged dialogue with the other actors, letting the character's snobbishness seep into her voice. There was a certain power in playing someone so unlikable-- someone who, at this point in the story, believed herself untouchable.

This was all part of the journey, she reminded herself. Luka had to be played this way now-- spoiled, arrogant, and far too comfortable in her position-- so that when she eventually fell, the audience would feel it. They would see the layers of tragedy behind her snobbery, the consequences of her hubris. And when she donned the more revealing vampire attire, it wouldn't just be fanservice-- it would be the visual manifestation of her shattered humanity, the loss of her noble status, and her descent into the world of monsters.

"Cut!" the director called, snapping Suzie back to the present. "Great work, everyone. Suzie, you're really nailing that air of entitlement."

Suzie smiled, giving a small nod as she relaxed out of character. "Thanks," she replied, though part of her still felt a bit uneasy about how well she could embody such a snobbish character.

While the crew began resetting for the next take, Suzie stood up and stretched, glancing down at the heavy gown she wore. The Meiji-era Gothic dress was undeniably beautiful, and she appreciated the historical authenticity behind it. In some ways, it felt like a luxury to wear something so grand, especially knowing that Luka's future attire was far more revealing and far less dignified.

Still, Suzie reminded herself that this was all part of the craft. Luka's journey-- from spoiled human to tragic vampire princess-- was a story worth telling. And while she might feel more comfortable swinging a sword or leaping into action, these quieter moments were just as important. They gave weight to Luka's eventual transformation, showing the depths from which she would fall.

----

## When It Is Going Too Far

Suzie slammed the door behind her as she stepped into Shizuka and Yuki's house, her face set in a scowl. The familiar warmth of their home, the comforting smell of dinner, did little to lift her mood. She tossed her bag onto the floor and made a beeline for the dining table, barely acknowledging the soft greetings from her aunt and Yuki, who were already setting the table.

"Welcome home, Suzie!" Yuki chirped, smiling brightly as she placed a steaming bowl of miso soup in front of her. "You're just in time for dinner."

"Yeah, thanks," Suzie mumbled, slumping into her seat. She picked at the food half-heartedly, her chopsticks swirling the bowl without making the motions to eat. She couldn't shake the frustration boiling inside her.

Shizuka noticed immediately. She sat down across from Suzie, her eyes narrowing in concern. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, watching her niece carefully. "You look upset."

For a moment, Suzie stayed quiet, her brows furrowed. Then, with a huff, she pulled out a file folder from her bag and slid it across the table toward Shizuka. "Here. It's the outline for how they're going to shoot the scene where Luka gets turned into a vampire."

Shizuka blinked, taking the file with gentle hands and flipping it open. As she skimmed through the notes and details, Yuki glanced at Suzie, her brow furrowing. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of pages turning and Suzie's occasional sigh of frustration as she poked at her food.

After a few minutes, Shizuka set the file down and looked at Suzie with a puzzled expression. "Everything looks fine to me. What's bothering you about it?"

Suzie's lips pressed into a thin line before she finally spoke. "It's too safe. They want to use all these camera tricks and CGI to make it look like I'm getting turned into a vampire." She crossed her arms and frowned. "I want to *do* it myself. The whole thing. No cuts, no effects, just straight-up acting through the transformation. You did that, Aunt Shizuka, back when you played Luka, and it was amazing. I want to do it that way."

Shizuka's face softened with understanding, but she didn't respond right away. Instead, she exchanged a glance with Yuki, who had already stopped eating and looked equally concerned.

Yuki spoke up first, her tone gentle but firm. "Suzie, you're still underage. The production team has rules they have to follow to protect you. That's why they've outlined it this way."

Suzie's frown deepened. "I don't *need* protection! I can handle it. I've been training for this, I know what I'm doing." She pushed her plate away, her appetite gone. "They're treating me like a kid."

Shizuka reached across the table, placing a hand on Suzie's. "Suzie," she said softly, her voice calm and measured, "I know it's frustrating. But this isn't just about safety. It's about the impact that scene will have, not just on the audience but on *you*."

Suzie shook her head, not fully understanding. "What do you mean? I'm acting-- it's not like it's real. I've done stunts before, and I'm fine."

Yuki leaned forward, her expression serious but kind. "The scene where Luka is turned into a vampire is... disturbing, Suzie. It's one of the darkest parts of the film. It's violent, and raw, and it's supposed to be unsettling. If you try to act that out fully, without the effects and cuts, it could be a lot to handle. Not just for the crew, but for you."

Suzie's stubbornness flared again. "I can handle it," she insisted. "I'm not scared of a little blood or screaming. And if I do it the way it's written, it's going to look fake. I want it to be *real*. It has to be authentic."

Shizuka sighed quietly, lowering her gaze for a moment as if thinking how to explain it. "I understand why you want that. I wanted the same thing when I played Luka." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "And there were times... when I pushed myself to do scenes like that without holding back. I wanted them to feel real, too. But the truth is, Suzie, it took a toll on me. Not physically, but mentally. Some scenes stuck with me, haunted me long after the filming was done."

Suzie's eyes widened slightly. "You? But you're... you're one of the best. I thought you loved doing those scenes."

"I do," Shizuka admitted with a gentle smile. "But loving something doesn't mean it doesn't have consequences. When you pour yourself into a scene, especially one as emotionally and psychologically heavy as this, it can affect you in ways you don't expect. And we don't want that for you, not so early in your career."

Yuki nodded in agreement. "We're not saying you shouldn't give it your all. But there's a reason the production team has put these guidelines in place. They're trying to protect you from going too far."

Suzie's frustration began to wane, though a part of her still didn't fully understand. "But... I just want it to be as good as it can be. If I don't give it my all, won't it feel like I'm not doing Luka justice?"

Shizuka smiled softly and squeezed Suzie's hand. "You are giving it your all. But sometimes, giving your all means knowing when to let the team do their part, too. You're an incredible actress, Suzie, and you're going to nail this role. But you don't have to carry it all by yourself."

Suzie looked down at the table, her frustration slowly ebbing away as she processed their words. She didn't fully agree, but she could see she wasn't going to convince them-- or the production team, for that matter-- to let her do it her way.

"Fine," she muttered finally, though she couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice.

Shizuka smiled warmly and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Suzie's ear. "I know it's hard. But you'll understand someday, I promise."

Suzie gave a small nod, still not entirely satisfied but willing to let it go-- for now.

As dinner resumed, Shizuka caught Suzie's eye again, her voice soft but firm. "Remember, Suzie, everyone on that set is looking out for you. Not just because you're young, but because they believe in you. We believe in you. You don't have to prove anything to us."

Suzie let out a small sigh but managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Aunt Shizuka. I just... want to do it right."

"You will," Shizuka said gently. "You already are."

And with that, the tension in the room eased, the warmth of their home settling around them once more. Though Suzie still felt a bit of frustration lingering in her chest, she knew-- deep down-- that her aunt and Yuki were right.

----

Suzie stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the edges of her costume. The nude-colored bodysuit underneath her ornate Gothic gown felt tight and unfamiliar. She adjusted the lace trim of the dress's collar, trying to focus on the scene she was about to film-- the one where Luka, the character she played, would be turned into a vampire. She was excited for the challenge, but the bodysuit clung to her body in a way that made everything feel strange.

Yuki and Shizuka, always there for support, hovered nearby as Suzie fidgeted with the material. Shizuka, noticing her discomfort, approached with a gentle smile. 

"You're doing great," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "I know the bodysuit feels weird, but it's just a precaution."

Suzie gave her aunt a skeptical look. "A precaution?"

"Yeah," Shizuka nodded, leaning in a little closer. "It's so the production won't run into any trouble with the ratings board if there's... well, an accident." 

Suzie raised an eyebrow. "What kind of accident?"

Shizuka chuckled softly. "Anything that might reveal more than intended on camera. It's because you're not old enough yet, so they have to be extra careful." She paused for a moment, then added, "I've worn these before for certain shoots, too. Some avant-garde photoshoots called for me to show some skin, and the bodysuit was a great way to keep things tasteful but still artistic."

That got Suzie's attention. "Really? I've never come across this while modeling."

Shizuka nodded thoughtfully. "It's pretty convenient when you want to showcase your body's silhouette without actually showing too much. It's not glamorous, but it gets the job done."

Suzie sighed and smoothed down the front of her dress. "I understand, but I'm only going to be doing some of the work for this scene. They're bringing in a stunt actor for the harder shots, and honestly, it feels like they don't trust me to do it myself." There was a mix of frustration and disappointment in her voice. 

Shizuka placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's for the best, Suzie. These scenes can get intense, and you don't need to push yourself too hard, especially not when you're still starting out. They want to make sure you're safe."

Yuki, who had been watching quietly, chimed in with her usual upbeat tone. "And hey, if you need help or feel uncomfortable, they have specialists on set to support you. You don't have to go through anything alone."

Suzie looked at Yuki, her brow furrowed slightly. "I don't feel like I need that. I'm fine." 

Shizuka exchanged a glance with Yuki before responding, her tone more serious now. "You might not need it yet. But trust me, Suzie, sometimes it's not about what you think you can handle. It's about what might come up that you're not expecting."

There was a weight to Shizuka's words that Suzie couldn't quite shake. She didn't want to admit that maybe her aunt had a point. After all, Shizuka had been through it-- she knew what these intense scenes could do, not just to a body, but to a mind.

"Okay," Suzie murmured, her resistance softening.

Shizuka smiled, the tension easing between them. "You're still doing amazing work, Suzie. And remember, even though you won't be doing every single shot, the ones you are doing will make the impact you want. Luka's transformation is a powerful moment, and you're the heart of it."

Suzie managed a small smile in return. "Thanks, Aunt Shizuka. I just wanted to do it all."

"I know," Shizuka said softly. "But sometimes, knowing when to let others help is the hardest lesson to learn."

With that, they began walking toward the set together, Yuki on one side and Shizuka on the other. Suzie still felt a bit off in her bodysuit, and the thought of a stunt double stepping in for her felt like a bruise to her pride, but part of her was also relieved. In a way, she was glad she didn't have to bear the full weight of the transformation scene alone, even if she didn't want to admit it just yet.

----

Suzie slumped against the back of the couch, arms crossed over her chest, staring out the window instead of at the specialist sitting across from her. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of conversation outside, the sound of the production crew still cleaning up after another long day of filming. She didn't want to be here, and she wasn't going to pretend otherwise.

"I don't really want to talk about my feelings," Suzie said flatly, her voice carrying just enough defiance to make it clear this wasn't negotiable. "Aunt Shizuka insisted I talk to you, but I'm fine."

The specialist, a calm and approachable woman in her mid-thirties, smiled warmly and nodded. She didn't seem fazed by Suzie's attitude. "That's okay. You don't have to talk about your feelings if you don't want to. How about we just talk about how the filming went instead? That might be a good place to start."

Suzie gave a noncommittal shrug, her eyes still fixed somewhere beyond the window. "The filming was fine," she muttered at first, then, with a little more enthusiasm, added, "I nailed the expression shots. I knew exactly what kind of face Luka would make as she realized what was happening to her. I could feel it."

The specialist tilted her head slightly, her interest piqued. "That's great. You really connected with the character then?"

Suzie nodded, though her gaze remained distant. "Yeah, I did. I mean, Luka's terrified at first, right? She's losing everything she's ever known, her humanity, her sense of self... but then there's this moment of acceptance, like she knows she can't stop it, and it almost becomes empowering. I think I got that across in the shot."

"You've got a good handle on Luka," the specialist observed. "It sounds like you really understood what the scene called for."

"I did." Suzie paused, then sighed heavily, a hint of frustration creeping into her tone. "But then there was that stupid dress-ripping thing."

The specialist raised an eyebrow. "Dress-ripping?"

"Yeah." Suzie turned her attention back to the room, her expression souring. "They had the actor playing the vampire rip my dress in these three designated spots to symbolize Luka's transformation. The idea was that the gown would get torn up, turning into something that looks more like the revealing outfit she wears later in the story."

The specialist listened attentively as Suzie continued, warming to the subject.

"So there were three spots," Suzie explained, holding up a hand as she counted them off on her fingers. "First, the skirt, right at the hem, which came off clean. No problem there. Then the collar-- he was supposed to tear it, and that went okay too. But then... then there was the front of my blouse."

Suzie trailed off, her fingers tapping against the arm of the couch, clearly hesitant to elaborate.

"What happened with the blouse?" the specialist asked gently, not pushing too hard but leaving space for Suzie to fill in the gaps if she wanted.

Suzie glanced at the specialist for a brief moment before looking away again. "Let's just say... there were complications," she muttered. "It didn't tear the way it was supposed to. The actor had to pull harder than planned, and it got awkward fast."

The specialist nodded slowly, sensing Suzie's discomfort. "That sounds frustrating."

"Yeah," Suzie said, her voice quieting. "It was. But you know what? In the end, I was glad Aunt Shizuka made me wear the bodysuit. At first, it felt weird and unnecessary, but after what happened with the blouse... yeah, it was definitely for the best."

The specialist gave her an understanding smile. "Sounds like the bodysuit ended up being a good safety measure after all."

Suzie nodded again, but this time she seemed a little more at ease. "I guess so. I mean, it still annoyed me. I didn't like feeling like I couldn't do it myself, like I needed all these extra precautions. But after what happened, I'm... okay with it now."

The specialist didn't push for more. Instead, she leaned back slightly, keeping the atmosphere relaxed. "It's great that you were able to stay in character through everything, even with the dress-ripping. And it's completely normal to feel frustrated when things don't go as planned. You're putting a lot of effort into this role, and it's okay to feel a bit thrown when something doesn't go the way you expected."

Suzie didn't say anything at first, but her posture softened slightly as she uncrossed her arms. "Yeah... I guess."

"Just remember, it's okay to feel however you feel about it," the specialist added. "You don't have to hold it all in."

For a moment, Suzie considered the words, but she wasn't quite ready to open up about everything yet. She'd gotten through the filming, the weird bodysuit, and the awkwardness of the scene. For now, that was enough.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said finally, her tone softer than it had been earlier.

The specialist smiled again. "You did a great job today, Suzie. You should be proud of yourself."

Suzie offered a small nod, still not entirely comfortable with the praise but feeling a little lighter all the same.

----

## Looking Back From A Distance

After the filming of 'Vampire Princess Luka,' Suzie found herself with a lot more quiet time than she was used to. She'd finished her major scenes, the ones that had stirred so much anticipation, frustration, and ultimately a deep sense of accomplishment. Despite the whirlwind of emotions surrounding her portrayal of Luka's transformation, Suzie realized she had learned something more important than perfecting a vampire snarl or mastering a Gothic aesthetic.

One evening, back at Shizuka and Yuki's house, she sat in the living room with a cup of tea, thinking about what the specialist had said. The whole process had been a lot harder than she thought it would be, not because of the physical demands, but because of the unexpected emotional toll it took on her. 

"You're deep in thought," Yuki observed, sitting down beside her, resting her chin in her hand. "Want to share?"

Suzie shook her head, then sighed. "I guess... I'm just realizing that maybe everyone was right. About needing to take care of myself." She toyed with the rim of her cup. "I didn't understand it at first. I thought I was just as tough as Aunt Shizuka when she filmed all her crazy stuff. But..." Suzie trailed off, remembering how shaken she'd felt during the transformation scene-- how, despite all the safety precautions, it had still been overwhelming.

Shizuka, who was sitting across from her with a gentle smile, chimed in. "There were times when I pushed myself too far because I thought that's what strength was. I don't want that for you."

Suzie looked at her aunt, processing those words. Shizuka was always so poised, so confident. Hearing that even she had struggled with those same feelings made Suzie feel less alone.

"You're still young," Shizuka added. "You have plenty of time to figure out your limits and grow as an actor, and as a person. Pushing through can feel like the right thing to do, but sometimes taking a step back is just as important."

Suzie nodded slowly. "Yeah... I guess I was trying to prove something to myself. Like I didn't need anyone's help. But now... I'm kind of glad you made me wear that bodysuit."

Yuki chuckled softly. "See? We're not just annoying grownups trying to ruin your fun."

"Okay, maybe a little," Suzie teased, a small smile forming on her face.

Shizuka leaned back, content with the moment. "You did great, Suzie. And you'll keep getting better. But don't rush to grow up too fast, okay? You'll get to the tougher stuff in time. And when you're ready, you'll handle it. You're more like Luka than you realize-- you'll find your own strength."

Suzie felt the weight lift from her shoulders just a little bit. For the first time since filming, she felt at peace with the journey she was on. She didn't need to prove herself all at once. There was time. 

"Thanks, Aunt Shizuka," Suzie said quietly.

----

Suzie sat on her bed in the quiet of her room at Shizuka and Yuki's house, the evening air cool and still. She gazed out the window, her thoughts swirling with everything that had happened over the past few months. The filming for the 'Vampire Princess Luka' prequel was nearing its end, and though the journey had been intense, demanding, and sometimes overwhelming, it had also been one of growth-- growth she hadn't fully realized until now.

She sat there, legs crossed and arms wrapped loosely around her knees. Suzie felt a small, almost imperceptible shift inside herself. It wasn't the feeling of being "grown up" she had imagined when she first started filming, back when she believed being an actress meant power, freedom, and getting to do things her way. Instead, it was something quieter, more grounded. She had come to understand things about herself and her profession that she hadn't expected-- things like boundaries, self-care, and what it truly meant to be responsible.

She thought about the transformation sequence where Luka, once spoiled and arrogant, had her humanity torn away piece by piece. The rawness of the performance had pushed Suzie in ways she hadn't anticipated. She had wanted so badly to handle it all herself-- to prove she was capable, to match the image of professionalism she held in her mind. But she had quickly learned that some things were beyond her control. The bodysuit, the safety protocols, the moments where a stunt double had to step in-- it had all been necessary, though she hadn't liked it at the time. Now, with some distance, she could see it for what it was: not a limitation of her talent but a recognition of her well-being, a boundary set for her protection.

She smiled to herself, realizing how much Aunt Shizuka had been there for her throughout her life. As a kid, Suzie had admired her from afar, looking up to her aunt like she was some kind of untouchable icon. Shizuka had always seemed so poised, so confident, like she'd never made a mistake in her life. But now, after spending more time with her, Suzie saw the truth. Shizuka had made plenty of mistakes-- more than Suzie could have guessed. The stories Shizuka shared over late-night dinners or casual chats revealed as much. The thing was, Shizuka had learned from them. And she'd gone out of her way to make sure Suzie didn't repeat those same mistakes, whether it was by insisting she take breaks, nudging her toward the specialist after the transformation scene, or quietly arranging for the stunt double without making Suzie feel like she had failed.

Suzie was grateful for it now. She didn't always like being guided or having her boundaries set for her, but she knew it came from a place of care. Shizuka wanted her to succeed, not just as an actress but as a person. That kind of support wasn't something Suzie had fully appreciated before. Now, it felt like a gift.

Her thoughts drifted back to the character of Luka, the girl who had everything handed to her and had let it spoil her. Human Luka had been awful in so many ways-- entitled, selfish, and cruel, a product of her sheltered upbringing. Suzie had struggled at first to connect with that version of Luka, but now she understood why the character had to start that way. Luka's downfall, her painful transformation, was what made her the hero she was known to be. Without losing everything, she would never have gained the strength to become the fierce, complex vampire warrior she was destined to be.

In a strange way, Suzie felt as if Luka's journey mirrored her own. She had come into this project with a sense of confidence, maybe even a little arrogance, thinking she knew what it meant to be an actress, to take on a role. But the experience had humbled her, taught her that maturity wasn't about doing everything on your own. It was about knowing when to accept help, when to protect yourself, and when to lean on the people who cared about you. Suzie wondered if Aunt Shizuka had felt the same way when she first stepped into the role of Luka years ago-- if she too had been shaped by the character's journey, learning and growing alongside her.

She lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. There was one more thing she knew she needed to do.

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Suzie stood in front of the large, brightly lit mirror in the private studio, adjusting the lace trim on her black Gothic dress, the same one she had once criticized for being too "showy." The satin fabric clung to her body, the corset cinched just right, and the frilly skirt swished as she moved. Her eyes, lined in dark makeup, gleamed in the reflection as she pulled on the lace gloves, the final piece of the outfit. Next to her, Aunt Shizuka, already fully dressed in her own identical Luka costume, stood quietly with her hands clasped in front of her, a serene and focused presence as always.

Suzie had worn many costumes in her short but budding career as an actress and model, but this one-- *this* one-- felt different. It wasn't just another role or another photoshoot. This was *Vampire Princess Luka*, a character with a legacy, a character her Aunt Shizuka had embodied with grace and power for years. And now, with the surprise of Shizuka's role in the prequel film would soon become public knowledge, Suzie was stepping into that very legacy. They were doing this photoshoot together, both dressed as Luka, side by side. And it wasn't just a marketing campaign-- it was a symbolic passing of the torch.

Yuki, behind the camera, was adjusting the lighting, making sure everything was perfect. The set was closed to avoid leaks, and it was just the three of them in the studio-- Suzie, Shizuka, and Yuki. They had kept this quiet, building anticipation for the eventual reveal. No one outside the production knew that Shizuka had reprised her role, and Suzie felt the weight of that secret on her shoulders. But it wasn't a burden; it was a privilege.

As Suzie stood there, feeling the slight pinch of the garter belt beneath the skirt, she thought back to when she had first criticized this costume. It had been years ago, before she understood the nuances of the character, before she truly appreciated what the role represented. Back then, she saw it as a "fanservice vehicle" for the male gaze, an outfit that was too revealing, too focused on spectacle. She remembered voicing that frustration aloud, annoyed at the idea of donning such an over-the-top ensemble. But now, standing beside her aunt, both of them embodying Luka's dark, powerful essence, she saw it all differently.

This costume wasn't about revealing skin or appealing to some shallow idea of beauty. It was about power. It was about stepping into a role with history, a role that had captivated audiences and inspired countless fans. And Suzie now understood that wearing it wasn't about how much skin it showed or how tight the corset was-- it was about owning that power, about standing tall and fierce as a character who had been through hell and back. Luka was a hero, a warrior, someone who had to fall before rising again stronger than ever.

Suzie was ready to rise, too.

She turned to look at Shizuka, who was watching her with those calm, knowing eyes. Aunt Shizuka had always been a guiding light in her life, someone she had admired from afar, but now they were here together, on equal footing. Suzie was no longer the little girl who had looked up to her aunt's career with wide, starry eyes. She was a professional now, someone who had worked hard to earn her place. But that didn't mean she had forgotten who had paved the way for her.

"Aunt Shizuka?" Suzie said softly, feeling the weight of the moment settle around them.

Shizuka turned, her silver hair gleaming in the studio lights, her expression gentle but curious. "Hmm?"

"I just... I want you to know that I understand," Suzie said, her voice steady but full of emotion. "I understand what this role means. And I'm ready to make it my own."

Shizuka's lips curved into a soft, approving smile, the kind of smile that was rare from her. "I always knew you were."

The simple words hit Suzie harder than she expected. They weren't extravagant or full of praise, but they were exactly what she needed to hear. Shizuka didn't hand out compliments lightly, and Suzie knew that her aunt's approval meant more than any crowd's applause or critic's review.

Yuki called for them to take their positions, and Suzie moved to stand beside Shizuka in front of the camera. She squared her shoulders, straightened her back, and tilted her chin up. For a moment, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a nearby mirror-- her dark makeup, the dramatic dress, the boots, the gloves, all of it. But what struck her most wasn't the costume or the makeup. It was the look in her own eyes. She saw determination there. Strength. And maybe, just a hint of something like pride.

The camera flashed, capturing the moment as they stood side by side, two Vampire Princess Lukas, two generations of a powerful legacy. Yuki moved around them, snapping shot after shot, giving occasional direction, but mostly letting them move naturally. Suzie didn't need much coaching. She knew this role. She had studied it, lived it, and now she was owning it.

Suzie felt something settle inside her-- something that had been restless for a long time. She had spent so much of her young career trying to prove herself, trying to show that she could handle anything thrown her way. But now, standing next to her aunt in identical costumes, embodying the same character, she realized she didn't have to prove anything anymore. She was here. She had earned her place.

There was no frilly skirt, no tight corset, no garter belt that could take that away. 

Suzie *was* Vampire Princess Luka.





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This story is written with heavy AI assistance.

In this story Suzie is 16 and Shizuka is 32, in rough terms, so it's very far along the timeline. At this point Shizuka would have spent around ten years in the world of light, and her ageless appearance would start to become noticeable. While Shizuka doesn't disappear from the limelight completely (modeling is flexible enough that she can still do that when she wants), her rigorous work schedule for the previous ten plus years is pretty much over by this point so she can take part of the 'shadow war' in the world of shadows she was being prepped for. In other words, Shizuka was allowed to indulge in her own personal goals in a time-limited fashion on the condition she throw herself into the 'shadow war'. Said 'shadow war' is a concept I've held for a long time where Sypha calls upon her gathered allies to wage a 'war against the heavens' in a massive revenge campaign, but it's not nearly as straightforward as she would like it to be. But that is a story for another time.

Suzie's professional journey mirroring Luka's origin story is intentional. Suzie and Luka start the story being rather arrogant and sure of themselves until the vampire transformation changes both of them. For Suzie the transformation is shown, but for Luka it's very implied and 'censored' in that her transformation is a lot more violent and disturbing, and, if I wrote it right, implied to be a huge standin for a certain sexual assault, effectively losing her 'innocence' (which is basically what the 'standard' romantic metaphor for vampire seduction generally is; the more contemporary thought ranges from being absurdly drunk or contracting rabies). 

As a note about 'Thinking With Portals', portal magic can be used in combat, just not in the way Suzie is trying. A lot of my thoughts on portal combat are based theoretically on the game Portal and from Finral from the anime/manga Black Clover. If Mizuki or Suzie concentrated on fighting with just portals they could do the crazy stuff Finral does, but when trying to split the difference between swords and magic it just doesn't work like that (which is why Mizuki doesn't do that, and possibly why Shizuka is the worst person Suzie could've tried to pull this trick on).

As far as the 'family' sword fighting style goes (Mizuki and Shizuka are effectively self-taught, so is this Minazuki-style?), Suzie believes Shizuka is drawing upon Deathclaw's powers for her amazing speed, but the truth is, Shizuka really is that fast, and that comes with the confidence of knowing what she's doing rather than flailing swords around. Mizuki, Kanna, and Luna can also keep up with Shizuka and they aren't augmented, either. So Suzie in a way is overestimating her opponent and underestimating her own skill; she would have similar trouble fighting the other girls (her claim about being better than her mom is obviously because Mizuki is not going to go all-out on her daughter), but she would similarly overwhelm most trained swordsmen with her fighting style. But, like Mizuki and Shizuka, Suzie wouldn't go all-out and reveal her dual-wielding without reason, both because it's her ace move, and because dual-wielding seems like such a 'chuuni' move.



~ Razorclaw X