They both were alone, they had their problems and they somehow winded up on the same path. They were both working for the greater evil, and they were secretly flushed. She talked, he listened. He signed, she saw. Though Chuckle Voodoo was the only way they could audibly understand each other they still in fact, understood, each other.
They both had went through pain. Both of their hearts had been torn, though in separate ways they were broken they both needed the same thing to heal. Something that was needed for every living thing to ever exist. Love. Love made them want to scream their affections from the top of a mountain, love made them want to hold the other when they needed it, love made them want to do crazy things, love made them want to talk, but also made them want to stay quiet and caress each other. Alas, all you need is love.
She had been cheated on, back-stabbed, and bullied. He had hurt his old lover badly and paid the price. They both knew true pain, and without that knowledge they would have never been. She can stroke his face gently when he wants to sob, and he can rustle her hair when she wants to die. They were both so affectionate for each other, but they were forced to keep it secret. For his old lover still loved him, but he didn't share those feelings. But he couldn't deny he once did, because if he hadn't felt that way her hearing would still be there. She on the other hand had worries too, she had to hide this romance from the others she knew as well, if she had just suddenly stopped torturing her old lover's new lover suspicions would be raised. They both had to pretend to hardly know each other when with their said, "friends".
Every night at the brisk of dusk, they would run. They would run until they collapsed into each others arms. Then they could both smile, laugh, cry, and lean on the other's shoulder. Night was what the looked forward to, it was what they yearned for. She never thought of anything but him, and he thought about her as well. They both worked for the devil, and though the devil carried each of the deadly sins within him and his followers, they had something he didn't. Love. Not a single ounce of hatred was felt towards the other betwixt the two.
They both spotted each other from across the ballroom of green. They casually strolled towards one another and she pulled him towards her, keeping her head on his shoulder. She breathed in his scent and smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. His tied mouth stretched out into a smile and she poised her lips into a smirk.
"こんいちわ." she whispered under her breath. He signed a hello with his left hand. The clock ringed through out the room, signaling it was time to dance. He asked for a dance and she accepted. He took her hand placed it on his neck, and put his own on her waist. Then they held each other's other hands and they slowly danced. Every swing was cherished and the chance to be intimate like this was not wasted. He twirled her around so he could admire her and he dipped her so they could have a moment to marvel in the other's beauty.
At the end of the dance they went off to the corner of the room and stayed close. They tangled their arms together and never seperated. Soon the ballroom began to empty and they were the last two there. The room echoed with every small move they made. They could hear each other's breath and it was perfect. They wish they could stay like that forever.