"Muu… How do you tie this?" Beato asked while trying to stretch her arms behind her back to tie her gold sash that will complete her outfit. She stood in front of a mirror, wearing a silky, black kimono adorned by many golden butterflies. Her hair stayed in a bun with a rose to compliment it. A perfect outfit for a Japanese event that could attract and fascinate anyone in just a second.

"Uffufufufu~ Beatrice-sama, let me assist you."

Beato looked back, only to see Ronove chuckling silently. She gave him a quick glare. The damn demon... Ronove was probably laughing non-stop when Battler asked her out... and still is. To Battler, it was a little embarassing...

4 Days Ago…

"Hey, Beato. You've never been to a festival, have you?" Battler questioned lazily, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed.

"Well… I've been stuck on this island for years… Do you think I've been to one?" She replied, rolling her eyes. Battler should have known this already.

"In that case… Will… you… go… go…" Battler could feel his face getting hotter by the second. Ahhh! It's useless, it's all useless!

"Go where?" Beato raised an eyebrow.

"Go to the summer festival with me!" He said quickly. He looked up to see Beato's surprised face. Battler doubted that she agree to go with him now. "You know… You said you wanted to get off the island. Since we still have some time before the next game-"

"I'll go," she interrupted him. She disappeared in golden butterflies when she finished her statement.

Am I really going on with this?

Battler stared down at the floor. He, for the first time, had asked Beato, the witch who drives him crazy, to a... date! And she said yes! Well... that's not what exactly what Beato said.

Its official... I've gone crazy!

"Battler, I must thank you for asking Beato of this." Virgilia arrived with a pleasant smile. "She hasn't gone out in awhile."

Battler simply nodded at the witch. He was thinking about locking himself in a dark closet and hugging his knees until the nighmare had ended.

Ronove finished tying Beato's sash, bowed, and disappeared. Beato starred at the mirror. Is this really what Japanese people wear these days? Battler appeared behind her, wearing his usual clothes.

"You ready, Beato?"

Beato took one more glimpse in the mirror before answering him, fixing her hair until she was satisfied.

"Perfect…" She turned to him. "Let's go."

"You look nice…" Battler complimented her as he slightly blushed. Wow…

Beato started to blush as well.

"Thank you…"

To Be Continued!

So what do you think? I think it's pretty goo so far.