A/N: I was dying from all of the stuff I've been writing for my other story, Crisis, and the dead, tense Holix vibe made the story soooo depressing. I mean, it's my fav couple from the show! And yet, I manage to crush myself with that story. Anyway, I got my idea for this story from a my favorite love song, Love, Love, Love by Of Monsters and Men. And I really was inspired by one lyric in particular:
And those bright blue eyes can only meet mine across the room filled with people that are less important than you.
I didn't use that sentence in the story, but I wanted to see what I could do with that sentence. Sorry about the code. It was strange.

Six leaned against the wall, wondering once more why he had allowed himself to be coaxed to some masquerade, especially since he wouldn't know anyone here. He even allowed Fives to buy him some suit and mask that would make him look "adorable". Six didn't do "adorable."
Although, he did have to give her credit. It was a nice suit. It was a green tuxedo, with long tails and a black vest. This shirt was ironed crisply, making his jawline look much harsher. His mask was simple: a black domino mask with lenses, held to his head by a dark green ribbon. But the mask was itchy, Fives had to cancel, and Six knew that their target wasn't there. It was a wasted night that he could've spent drinking. Or reading. Or boxing. Or anything that wasn't a masquerade, really.
And then Six saw her. She was tall and fit, with long, brunette curls framing her face. Her dress was long, black, and lacey. It did have hints of silver and green among the lace, and it sparkled like the ocean whenever she moved. It was by far the most beautiful thing Six had ever mask was lacey and black as well, held up by a silver ribbon laced into her hair. She herself was an enigma, a thing of beauty he had never seen before. She turned around, walking away from him, and Six was compelled to follow. She was entrancing, and as she led him across the ballroom and up the stairs, Six felt as if he was on fire. Maybe Fives had thought up their target just so that way she could get Six to this masquerade. If she did, she was a good person.

Six stopped cold in his tracks once he saw her face once more. She was a dream, a familiar face from long ago. She was the one that got away.
Six approached her faster, because if he didn't find her and tell her, then he wouldn't ever get rid of the hole in his soul he didn't even know he had. She stopped, and waited for him. He hurried, and once he got there, he didn't know what to say.
"Care to dance?" he asked, because that was the only thing he could get out of his mouth. She stepped towards him, whispered in his ear, "Midnight,"
Her voice was thin, like the wind if the wind made the beautiful sounds that came out of her mouth. And then, suddenly, she was gone.

Two hours passed. Then another half. And the next time Six looked up at the clock, it was 11:55. He had five minutes to find her. He sprinted down the stairs, desperately searching for the black ocean and the silver ribbon. He whirled around and around, not sure if he would be able to find her.
11:58.
He was running out of time. Since when did time fly so fast? Six felt dizzy. He waded into the crowd, breaking up couples and not even feeling bad about it.
And then he saw her. She stood there, all alone, in the center of the room, watching the clock. And then she turned to him, and the looked back up at the clock. Six moved quickly to her, and then kissed her. In front of everyone.

She pulled back, grinned, and then whispered, "Nice to see you, Six,"
And then, just as before, she was gone. But Six knew that he would be able to find her.