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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:41 pm
Continued from the original prom thread. I would have just linked the thread, but I wasn't sure if it was going to disappear any time soon so...just in case.
It seemed to be so fast...that another year had passed.
It was one year since she had left Australia, one year since she had came back to Japan, one year spent in Ouran.
And it was the end of the year...and Ouran High School had decided to celebrate this with a prom. A formal dance, in other words.
This was one of the first times Minori was actually nervous about wearing high heels. Graceful as she were, the fact remained that her ankle still hurt quite a bit, and she was afraid of wobbling and falling over, which could only cause embarrassment, and...more pain. She was more worried about the latter, really.
Her ebony black hair cascaded down to her shoulders and part of it was held up with a silver clip with an intricate silver flowery pattern. She wore a simple sleeveless lavender dress with matching shawl her mother insisted she bring along. As simple as it seemed, close up one could see the detail put into it. A Sagawa must be always be the top on fashion, her mother had said. It was a must. There was never to be a fashion disaster. It just wasn't...allowed.
Sighing, she leant back in her chair, glancing at the clock, and occasionally looking to the stairs whenever someone arrived.
'I'm doomed.'
Those were the thoughts of Mitsuko as she she stepped out of the car, clinging to her guard as he hurried out beside her. Seeing as it was a formal event, she was dressed in a rather fancy dress, complete with ruffles and a little pink flower. A small, white ribbon was tied into her hair in the back. Unfortunately, there was something that she was wearing that would likely cause a lot of problems tonight. A lot.
Staring down at her feet, the girl grimaced at the heels - why in the world had her maids insisted she wear heels? - and held onto her guard carefully as she was led towards the stairs. Upon seeing those stairs however, her grip tightened and she balked. "I uh, don't think I can get down those without tripping." She said, grinning nervously. Despite that, she let go of her guard carefully, holding onto the railing instead (with both hands). She descended slowly, watching her feet as she took one small step at a time.
When she was halfway down, she happened to catch a glimpse of a familiar girl sitting on a chair. Eyes lighting up, she hurried down the last few steps - stumbling most of the way - before carefully making her way to her friend. "Minori-chan! You look very pretty!" She beamed, before pulling out a chair and quickly seating herself on it.
Sighing in relief, she turned back to Minori, a sheepish smile on her face. "You might want to steer clear of me tonight." She said, motioning towards her heels.
Satu pulled awkwardly at the pink bow tie around his neck. It made the pink steaks in his hair stand out even more then normal. He really wished that he hadn't let his sisters dress him for this stupid ball. He was dressed in pink and black spat shoes with black dress pants and a black tux jacket with a black shirt underneath. He sighed as he proceeded to straighten the pink handkerchief in his tux jacket pocket. He didn't particularity like these sort of events but slowly he had gotten more used to them with the help of his friends at Ouran. He was dreading it slightly less then he would have a few years ago.
Satu took a deep breath, thanked the driven and then stepped out of the limo and walked into to grand hall. He walked up the stairs only to spot both Mitsuko followed by Minori sitting in a chair not far from when he was. He grinned widely and tapped Mitsuko on the shoulder.
"Good evening Mitsuko. You look very pretty this evening" he said brightly. He was glad he had found someone he knew so quickly. Otherwise he would have been stuck in a corner all night like before.
Late. Again. Why was it he could never be on time to these sorts of events? The Toshiro family heir tugged unconsciously on his silver bangs as he stepped out of the limo and ascended the steps.
Deep down, Roka wondered if he was subconsciously reluctant to attend. After all, his last attendance at a party - Mitsuko's birthday, as a matter of fact - had been a complete disaster. Without his sisters to get him to open up, he seemed to be anti-social by nature, much to his parents' distress.
The Music Club preparations hadn't left much time for socializing anyway. Not only that, but Roka had found himself a bit...preoccupied as of late. Crushes, obsessions, an attempt to run away to London, an arranged marriage...it was all a bit much. He needed to get away.
For once, his parents agreed. Previously they had been opposed to Roka's attendance at Mitsuko's party for fear of female influence on his already feminine, caring personality; not that anyone could tell beneath his cold, indifferent exterior. Recently, however, a certain turn of unexpected events made them realize that spending time with other males only made it worse. Particularly a certain Kusanagi Ryuuzaki. They urged Roka to stay away from his best friend and go situate himself among his other peers.
Thus Roka found himself standing before the entrance to the grand hall. Fortunately this time since he hadn't been forced to sneak out, his sisters had been forbidden from choosing his attire; that task had been assigned to the maids and approved by Roka's parents. Though he was grateful his garments were far from the extravagant dresses his sisters had hoped for, they were still uncomfortably formal and stiff. His black dance shoes were so new that he hadn't even been able to break them in yet, but they didn't ache near so much as high heels would have. An emerald green blazer with silver buttons and cuffs was deemed appropriate enough for the prom, on top of a plain white dress shirt, black tie, and black dress pants. Simple, elegant, and refined.
The music club president sighed as he entered the room. He noticed three of his peers already present - Mitsuko, Minori, and Satu. Brushing his bangs out of his eyes, he cursed under his breath as he felt his music clef earrings against his fingers. He'd forgotten. Ryuuzaki had cut his hair short. Not cropped enough to be boyish yet, but quite enough to be noticeable; up to his chin. How was he going to explain it? His parents hadn't seemed to show much curiosity, but perhaps that's because they got the impression he was starting to mature and had wanted it cut. They had never approved of it being long anyway. It was only for his sisters' plays and games that he had kept it that way.
Ah, well. The others weren't likely to care. Roka's thin smile crept across his cold countenance as his emerald gaze traveled over Minori and Mitsuko. Satu was already complimenting the latter. Roka would have to apologize for not keeping in touch with his VP; but that could happen later. For now he was content in remaining inconspicuous. Watching the trio, he couldn't bring himself to inturrupt their little game of 'how-do-you-do's and flattery.
Leaning against a pillar beside the main doors, Toshiro Roka retrieved his favorite ipod from a pocket and scrolled through his play list. It was going to be a long night. Hopefully Katsuo wouldn't attempt to confront him. He wasn't in the mood. He'd already had to force Mitsuko out of his head thanks to his childhood family associate, that Katsuo. But Roka wasn't going to let the new thoughts and emotions that filled him be disturbed or destroyed by anyone or anything. Not this time around.
Prom. If whoever had though up this terrible idea wasn't already dead Miho was going to see to it personally after tonight. A night when you were judged on your behavior, your clothes, and your date. Miho grumbled softly and pulled the small shawl she wore closer around her. She'd delayed as long as possible, telling the maids and guards that it was good to be "fashionably late". However she could put of the inevitable no longer.
Pausing by the entrance she visibly flinched at the bright lights and masses of people. Over the past year she'd gotten a fairly good hold on her panic attacks. However, walking into a situation like this was simply asking for trouble.
As she scanned the room for a possible corner to hide in, one of the pins that held her hair in a elegant bun stabbed into her head. "Ouch" She started to raise a hand to her hair before remembering the strict instructions not to touch she had received. With a soft sigh she glanced down at her dress. Ruffles circled the skirt and sparkles glittered on the bodice. The purse she had been given to go with it was too small to hold more than the tiniest of books. Her mother's plan, Miho bet.
The dress had been designed to catch attention, the exact opposite of Miho had been trying to do all year. Tugging her shawl up as it slipped once again Miho wondered just how long she could remain unnoticed in the entranceway. Maybe if she played it right she could remain here for a good part of the night, as it was darker than the party room and her black dress blended in nicely with the shadows. Though the sparkles on it could definitely end up giving her presence away.
She let out another soft sigh as she watched the dance floor. How she was going to fulfill that requirement of her mother's she had no idea. Her mother had required that she dance at least one dance, and had sent bodyguards to watch and be witnesses to it. Miho couldn't see how it would happen, for one, she had absolutely NO desire to enter that floor filled with bodies, and, two, she couldn't imagine that at this point there was any boy who would ask her to dance.
It wasn't long before Minori spotted Mitsuko making her way down the stairs. A sense of relief flooded through her; at least there would be someone to talk to...yet...it didn't escape her attention as she watched Mitsuko grip the staircase tightly. Heels.
Such a curse.
She watched her friend warily, then let out a sigh. At least she didn't trip down the stairs... "Thank you, Tsuko-chan. You look fine too...though..."She turned slightly in her seat to look at her friend concernedly. "Are you sure you should have worn heels?"
A small bitter smile spread across her face. "Well, I can't be on the dance floor anyway." Her mother had strict orders for her to not dance with anyone except Kiyoshi, but she had heard the Yamadas were rather busy of late. It meant that she had to sit quietly here observing the others and making small talk. Besides, she didn't want to put any strain on her ankle.
"So I'm invisible, Sensei?" She joked to the blond violin player, forcing the unhappy emotions back, while plastering a smile across her face.
Brown eyes flitted up to the entrance again and widened slightly. Was that...Roka? His hair seemed to be shorter though... She turned back to the conversation at hand, pretending not to have noticed him. It was his own business if he wanted to mope in a corner. Besides, it seemed to her that she always caught him at the wrong moments. Perhaps she should leave him around this time.
Although she knew exactly how he felt at the moment. Liking someone...yet unable to be with them. She often had to tell herself that Takumi would only be a friend, just a friend, and nothing more. Because of that stupid engagement.
Though Roka didn't really have a reason, did he? He had the right to court Mitsuko if he wanted to. Hell, she herself had no idea if Mitsuko did like Katsuo or Roka that way. Trying to get Mitsuko to believe that someone would love her was already painful enough and asking this wasn't going to help either.
Still, she couldn't help but be a little bit angry at Roka. He was being silly.
She would have went right up to him and told him off...but she didn't want to. She didn't want to pry into someone else's affairs when she herself couldn't settle her own.
Smiling sheepishly at her friend, she rubbed at her ankle. "Well, no, it wasn't a good idea," She agreed, "But my maids said that since it was a formal event, and I was wearing such a fancy dress, it wouldn't be right to wear anything but heels." At that, she gave a childish pout towards her shoes. Sure, she looked more lady-like wearing those shoes, but how was she supposed to dance? ...If she did dance, for that matter. She wouldn't trust herself not to fall even if she was barefoot.
She looked at her friend in surprise, concern replacing everything else on her face. "What? Why, Minori-chan?" She asked, though Mitsuko had an idea of what the reason was already. 'Poor Minori-chan,' She thought, frowning, 'That's not very fair to her at all!'
"Well, does it matter if we dance as friends, or if we do some group dance?" She offered. Glancing around, she added (somewhat loudly), "I can't dance in these shoes though, so I hope no one is offended..." Trailing off, she bent over to remove the heels, feeling much better in just her barefeet - even if the floor was somewhat cold. Then, looking back up at her friend, she smiled, "Or if you can't dance this evening, I won't either. I'll stay and keep you company."
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned around, her eyes brightening. "Satu-kun! Hello!" She grinned, "Thank you! You look very nice yourself, Satu-kun! Have a seat?" She dragged another chair out, and motioned towards. As she did so, she caught sight of both Roka and Miho. Smiling, Mitsuko rose both hands to wave at the two, before beckoning them to join the small group that was already forming.
Satu grinned broadly at Minori. "Of course not Minori. I was simply unsure if it was appropriate on how ravishing you look as we are in a simply professional relationship" he said with a wink before laughing brightly. He was really glad that he had the friends he had now. Even if he felt stupid being dressed up as he was he was still having lots of fun with everyone and that was what the dance was all about wasn't it?
Satu smiled at Mitsuko. "Thank you." he said as he sat down beside Minori and Mitsuko.
He looked over at the stairs again seeing Miho and Roka standing about the entrance. He waved at them brightly, glad to see that so many of his friends had come to the ball. It looked like it could be a fun night after all.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:43 pm
((Indeed we must... XD Especially now that it's summer for me...))
So, Roka thought, hearing the doors open once again. I'm not the only one who decided to show up last minute. Though who could it be at this hour?
Of course. Tamura Miho. It had been a long time since he had last laid eyes on her, but it was her for sure. Still, it took a moment for him to believe it. That stunning creature, in that dress of glittering midnight black? It was very becoming, actually; the black matched her silky, done-up hair very nicely. She hesitated at the entrance way and he thought he recognized a hint of fear in her features. Yes, if he recalled correctly...wasn't Tamura-san afraid of crowds? Roka couldn't help grinning. The poor girl must have been forced to attend this sad little gathering called a dance. Did her parents know of her fear, he wondered?
Considering proud Miho's stubbornness, he wouldn't have bet on it. Even as she scrutinized the room and its occupancy number, he could tell she was determined to go through with this no matter what. He almost laughed aloud, standing just to the side of the entrance, when she exclaimed something. She didn't seem to notice him. Perhaps she had hurt herself again?
Better not to interfere or she'd only bite his head off again. His smile disappeared to reform a thin line when he recalled their last meeting. In the maze, it had been. She had practically commanded him to get lost. His gaze wandered experimentally back to her. She was checking her purse...but why? An image of a sketchbook popped unbidden into his mind. No, too big for that purse. Not likely.
That was it. Roka couldn't help himself.
"Poor, poor little book-worm," he stated just loud enough for Miho to hear, still leaning against the pillar with his arms crossed. He looked so casual his mother would have chastised him had she seen him. Emerald eyes were focused not on the subject of his spoken thoughts but on some distant point in space. "Imprisoned in a room of her very worst fear without so much as a pencil and sketchpad to take her mind off the horror. Shame; she's such a pretty little thing when not every fiber of her being is so obviously intent on denying any trace of her fear." He paused, as if in thought. "I wonder if she dances." Roka's gaze flickered to the corner of his vision and he smirked tauntingly at Miho.
Pushing off the pillar, Roka calmly approached the young lady, bowed low, and offered her an arm. "May I have the honor of providing you with a temporary distraction, Tamura-san?"
Surveying the scene below him, it seemed the others had finally become aware of the newcomers' presences. Both Mitsuko and Satu waved in greeting, and Roka felt obligated to oblige. He waved back with his free arm, suddenly realizing that they might see he and Miho as a couple. It wasn't as if it made much of a difference to him, but... Glancing at Miho, he grinned to himself. I guess that's just something she's going to have to deal with...
Why was Minori regarding him in such a way? It made him uncomfortable. Fortunately, Roka knew how to disguise such discomfort. He couldn't forget, however, that Minori had a way of finding out more things about him than he cared for her to know. Suddenly he had the urge to go to her and ask her why she seemed so irritated with him.
For now, though, he had a lady to entertain.
((EDIT: Thank you, Kai! ^^ <333 XD Purple, pink, red, green, blue... love the color order...))
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 11:06 pm
A small frown creased Miho's brow as she was noticed; first by Mitsuko and then by Satu. Well, there went that plan down the drain. Apparently the entranceway wasn't as hard to see into from the dance floor as it seemed to be. With a soft sigh she lifted her hand in a polite wave, not wanting to seem rude.
A soft grumble escaped as her hand started to drift upward to her bun. Her head was already beginning to ache from a hairstyle that she was unused to wearing. Yet if she came home with more than a couple strands out of place she would face yet another inquisition from her mother. Those had been growing more and more frequent lately. Where had she been, who had she been with, etc.
Another sigh escaped as she glanced at her purse again. No book, no sketchbook, none of her 'security blankets'.
A voice suddenly speaking beside her startled her, and she jumped slightly, head whipping around to see who it was.
... Oh. HIM. Great... just great.
Though she couldn't help being amused at the way he was speaking, staring off into space and acting like she couldn't hear him perfectly well. She smothered a small giggle with her hand for a moment. The taunts didn't particularly bother her, as most of them were true after all.
... wait, what was that he'd just said?
"Um, pardon me?"
It had sounded a lot like he was asking her to dance with him, but that really didn't make logical sense. As far as she knew his opinion of her was fairly low.
"I do dance, yes" Her brow furrowed in puzzlement. She was too confused at the moment to remember just why it was that she didn't like him. "It's one of the things my mother insisted I learn."
Her eyes flicked to the crowded dance floor and then back to Toshiro-san. A small war was going on in her mind between the part of her that wanted no where near that dance floor and the part of her that saw that this would fulfill her mother's requirement for the night.
With an inner sigh she placed her hand lightly on his arm. "It would be my pleasure."
She could only hope that he would allow her to escape if it got to be to much for her to handle.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 6:49 am
"You could have worn...shorter heels?" Minori offered lightly. She had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't really help much though. Mitsuko could be quite clumsy at times, even when she tried not to.
"I...sprained my ankle." It was after a pause before she decided to answer Mitsuko's question and reveal her condition. In her opinion, it was much better for them to think she had made a mistake, then to know about her engagement.
Well, in Satu's case. Mitsuko already knew.
She laughed, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Go out there and have fun, silly. I'll be fine here." What she meant was that Mitsuko should go out there and dance if she was asked to. She needn't bother about Minori.
It didn't mean Minori's love life was currently a disaster that she should let her friend's suffer. Even though she wasn't sure if Mitsuko actually returned either Katsuo's or Roka's feelings...
"Excusees, Sensei~" She stuck out her tongue lightly at him and laughed along. It felt...relaxing to talk and laugh like this. It almost made her forget her worries. Almost.
She turned to look when both Mitsuko and Satu waved. Not only Roka was there...but Miho as well, and the brunette wondered why she hadn't seen her before. Perhaps because it seemed that she had some uncanny way of spotting Roka...it wasn't entirely her fault that she was observant about these things, really. She did wonder however, why he was acting this way. Perhaps he had a reason...but love made people do the stupidest things.
It was something to fight for, really. If you had the means to fight for it. And it was of her opinion that he could, but didn't want to, just because he didn't want to get involved in a love triangle. Or something along those lines.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 3:42 pm
"I could have," She agreed, thoughtfully, "...I guess I probably should have but...you know me. I'll trip no matter what I wear."
Upon hearing about Minori's condition, the girl's eyes widened in surprise and concern. "What?! Minori-chan, are you okay?" In an instant, she was sitting on the floor. "Sho me your ankle, Minori-chan." Mitsuko frowned. She wouldn't be convinced that her friend was okay until she saw for herself.
Smiling up at her, she shook her head. "It's fun talking to you anyways, Minori-chan! Besides, I don't think anyone will ask me to dance tonight, and it's not fair you have to sit out." She stuck out her chin, her bright, green eyes stubborn. "You're probably my bestest friend Minori-chan, so if you can't dance, I want to keep you company."
It was never any fun to not be included in things, she knew. She had a lot of experience with this when she was younger - she was always the little wallflower who preferred to blend in with the background, and who always only stood watching others rather than participating.
Glancing back towards Satu, the girl grinned. "So, how are you this evening, Satu-kun?" Then, looking towards Miho and Roka, she grinned as they waved back and moved towards the dance floor. The girl's eyes lit up a little - Miho would be dancing?
'Yay! Get into the spirit of things Miho-chan!' Her smile seemed to say. Then, she turned her eyes towards Roka. 'Be nice to her, Roka-kun!' Her eyes read.
It's somewhat depressing how easy Mitsuko is to read sometimes.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 8:29 pm
Why did she come again. Was it to avoid Baba and her piano lessons perhaps? It probably was, she thought grimly. Well at least the dress was long. Longer and covered up more than the outfit she wore for Halloween- which was an awful experience, considering how cold it was that autumn day.
Normally she didn't go with the whole white scheme. Especially considering how easily white was stained with filth and all. But it was one of those 'special' occasions so why not where the untouched pure color? As usual though she wore her gloves and muffler. Gloves to cover up the bruises on her hands given by Baba and a muffler because she just felt like it. It was a signature item- just like Mitsuko's excessive pink and...well whatever someone else wore or carried around a lot.
Now you stay inside that ballroom until midnight, or else I'll force you to eat pumpkin pie! Mazuka threatened her while she was leaving the limo. And don't think I won't do it. You /know/ how much I enjoy baking. It was the truth in a whole. Mazuka was the type of girl to never back down from her goals or her threats. And Tarii hated pumpkin pie.
Tarii walked up the stairs to the entrance, her hair bow flopping up and down with her. Mazuka made it extremely tight so it wouldn't fall off unless she wanted to take it off manually, but this made her hair feel slightly uncomfortable. I guess I have to live with it for the time being.
As soon as she entered the room she noticed how many people there were from her school. For now she scanned the room with her eyes hoping that she would find her school friends soon. Mitsuko blabbed around the school how excited she was for this day weeks before it arrived and a few others confirmed they were going too- including Miho and Satu.
Satu..I wonder if he knows. Last time they met was a few weeks before today and on that same day she told him of Baba. Although he knew that she hit her for her mistakes on the piano she wondered if he knew the seriousness of the wounds inflicted. It would be better for now if he and anyone else didn't know.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:20 am
Satu grinned cheekily at Minori. "Well now I know the line I can now say that I think you look very pretty tonight. Of course on a completely professional student teacher relationship of course!" he said with a wink. He felt much more relaxed then he did at any other formal occasion he had been to. Maybe it was because his parents weren't around to insist he mingle with random big business men. Or maybe it was because his sisters hadn't dressed him in completely uncomfortable clothes that made him itch. But, Satu thought, it most likely that he had friends to have fun with, laugh with, etc. All together it seemed like it was going to be a fun night.
He then turned back to Mitsuko. "I'm very good this evening Mitsuko. How are you?" he said with a warm smile his eyes following hers to where Roka and Miho were dancing. He mad missed so much drama lately, mostly revolving around Mitsuko herself. But he was almost glad of this now. It meant that he didn't have to pick sides in the fight. His eyes then wandered from the dance floor back to the door.
Satus eyes fell to Tarii. He noted how elegent she looked in her white dress in comparison to many of the other girls who wore bright colours. It seemed to suit her better too. It gave her this elegent grace about her which had always existed but seemed to be amplified by her outfit and hair. Satu sat there on the chair watching her, not really paying attention to what he was doing, or the people around him.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 10:06 pm
The silver-haired boy laughed at Miho's puzzled expression. It was priceless. "That's very good of your mother, then. A good skill every young lady shoul learn is how to dance - especially with a partner."
As the uneasy girl glanced back and forth between himself and the dance floor, he could see the inner conflict flashing in her eyes. Whatever it was seemed to be resovled quickly, however. Roka was mildly surprised when he felt her place her hand on his arm and nearly gaped in wonder as she replied politely, "It would be my pleasure." He would sooner have expected her to hit him over the head with her purse.
He recovered quickly, however, unwillingto show any flicker of doubt or trace of uncertainty. With a radiant smile, he turned to his newly-aquired dance partner, guessing again at her insecurities.
"Very well, then. But as I'm assuming the lady's troubles are gathered collectively on the dance floor itself, it wouldn't do to provide the distraction there. Would the balcony suffice? I do hope you're not afraid of heights as well. Of course we may stop any time you wish."
He paused, leaning over to whisper lightly in her ear, "As you may recall, I'm not too fond of crowds myself. Particularly after having been gone so long and missed so much." Out the corner of his eye, he spotted Minori and Mitsuki still watching them. He winked and smiled at them both, returning Mitsuko's message with reassurance.
Roka guided Miho gracefully toward the double glass doors where a deep sapphire sky was sprinkled with diamond stars. He opened the door for her and bowed. "Ladies first." Upon straightening, however, his gaze was drawn to the sapphire sky and he sighed. "I don't suppose you know why Minori-chan has been giving me such looks of annoyance? It's beginning to get a bit...unnerving..."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:07 pm
For the first time since she had entered the building a trace of Miho's old emotionless mask returned. "Yes. I'm sure it is." Her eyes slid to the side, carefully avoiding eye contact. "My mother would never neglect anything I'd need to learn for proper society." She frowned slightly, adding in her head Just what I need to be happy.
Noting a small flicker of surprise in his eyes she suppressed her amusement. A ruder response had occurred to her, however they were in the presence of many other people. There was also her mother's requirement to take into account and a rude response would likely cause Toshiro-kun to rescind his offer.
At his offer her eyebrows rose in surprise, her mask dropping once again. "Ah..." Her brow furrowed slightly, after the last time she was alone with him she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to be again. However if it was a choice between that and being stuck on that crowded dance floor, it was a fairly easy choice. After all he had given her the out of being able to leave at any point that she wished to. A small smile returned and she nodded her agreement. "That sounds agreeable. And no, I have no particular fear of heights." The smile softened slightly "They tend to be rather pretty most of the time, as a matter of fact."
Miho's head tilted slightly. "I'm afraid I'm not the best person to fill you in oh recent events" Her hand started to stray towards her hair to fiddle with it in her nervous habit, before remembering that she couldn't. She settled for fiddling with her shawl instead. "They're not something I tend to pay much attention to."
Her eyes followed his to the two girls and she frowned in confusion at the look Mitsuko-chan sent her. Not have spent much time with people made it hard for her to read looks. Even those so obvious as Mitsuko's.
Turnning away, she studied Roka for a moment before he turned back to look at her. He seemed on friendly terms with most of the people in the room, but, with his reluctance to mingle, she wondered if something had happened to cause it.
She blinked in surprise as she found herself being guided towards the balcony doors.
Hearing his question she glanced back into the room. Her eyes landed on the girl sitting next to Mitsuko. This must be Minori-chan, as the look she was sending Roka was not particularly friendly. "Ah... I really don't" Some unreadable emotion flickered over her face as she wondered to herself whether one of the girls might be his girlfriend, but that was far to insulting a comment to voice out loud. However she did know the damage that jealousy that cause. Her hand clenched tighter on her shawl as she fought to hide the emotions the memories caused.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 8:15 am
She sighed. She was inclined to agree mentally; Mitsuko was quite clumsy, really. No one could fault her though. It was just how Mitsuko was, and if she went by a day without falling, or tripping, Minori would be surprised.
Then again, seeing what had happened to her, maybe Mitsuko could go by a day without tripping. The ever graceful ballerina had fallen. A mistake she cared not to repeat.
"Tsuko-chan...I'm fine. I just need rest." Brown eyes widened as well, in shock as her friend sat in front of her. "Get up." She urged softly.
"No one?" She echoed. "I'm inclined to disagree." Though in the current circumstances...she caught a glimpse of Roka and Miho on the dance floor and restrained herself from frowning or making any comment. Perhaps he was just being nice in asking another lady to dance. Perhaps she was being paranoid. As usual.
"Silly girl." She grinned, feeling something well up inside of her. Bestest friend. It was funny but, she was starting to feel the same way about Mitsuko as well. The way she could confide in her, and how she tried to convince her about romantic issues...it was what best friends did right? As expected, guilt pricked her again. I guess absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder after all, Samantha. "I'd like to see you dance anyway."
"Nyeh." She stuck out her tongue at Satu childishly. It didn't matter to her that this was a prom, a formal dance, where she was supposed to act like a lady. It was stupid to act stiffly around friends. "Why thank you, Satu-sensei. You look pretty handsome too." She teased. Perhaps she would have noticed the way Satu was staring at Tarii (and made some guesses of her own) but she was too distracted with the dancing couple and the fact that Mitsuko was on the floor.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 2:25 pm
Catching the sigh, she laughed. "You see, Minori-chan? I'm just an accident waiting to happen." Luckily for her, it didn't seem like she ever really seriously hurt herself. Of course, she couldn't stay immune to injuries forever. [[ ...Hurhur, foreshadowing? XD ]]
Mitsuko frowned up at Minori, shifting her legs until she was kneeling. "Are you sure you're okay?" As usual, concern drove away her cheerfulness, and instead replaced it with seriousness, "Do you need anything?" She remained kneeling, deciding not to move until her friend's answer.
"Well, until then, then." She replied with a grin, waving her hand dismissively. "I'll sit here until then."
"Yup, silly. That's me!" Beaming at Minori, she smiled from ear to ear. Mitsuko loved all her friends dearly - whether or not they returned (or wanted) it - and Minori had become one of her closest friends. She found it easy to talk to the other girl and be open with her with everything. With the exception of one other person, she was the only one who knew in detail about her grandmother.
Laughing, she shook her head and made a face. "Minori-chan, I'm as graceful as a bear. Not to mention I'm sure everyone would prefer if I didn't tread on their toes tonight."
Catching sight of the smile and wink, Mitsuko rose both hands to give Roka a thumbs-up signal, as she had seen people do in commoner places. She didn't completely know what it meant, but she was sure Roka would. Glancing at Miho, she waved her hand cheerfully.
She turned back to Satu. "I'm fine, thank you for asking!" The look that Satu gave Tarii when she entered didn't - for once - go unnoticed by Mitsuko. She peered into his face for a moment, before stifling a giggle. "Tarii-chan looks very pretty," She piped up, "Perhaps you should go dance with her, Satu-kun?"
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