Ember
Just as we were about to enter the door to the mascarade party, I feel a slap to my face. "EMBER WERE YOU LISTENING?!" "Yes mom!" "Okay, so you know how I expect you to act. is expecting me to have raised a well behaved girl. You know what will happen if you don't behave." She gives me an evil glare. "Yes mom." Another slap. "I'm not your 'mom', I am your mother." She fixes my white feather mask. "There, you look, hmm, decent." I sigh. My mother knocks on the door at the finest hotel in the city, when a young boy who looked about my age, opened the door. He was dressed in a black suite, with a black feathered mask, much like my costume. But I HAD to wear a dress. "Good evening Miss. Grey. What a stunning dove you have by your side." He says, as I blush. "Hello there Shun, how are you?" My mother says. "Very well actually. Why don't you come in?" He says ushering us in. There were many people, many people I didn't know. I stood in the corner of the room quietly as my mother was wisked off by two other women. The orchestra began to play Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. "Let me outta here!" Quakix groans, coming out of my dress pocket. "Quakix, be quiet! You know mother would flip if she knew I brought you." "That Shun dudes twriling a Bakugan in his hands now!" I look over at this Shun my mother talked to earlier. Quakix was right. I walked over slowly. "So, you play Bakugan too?" I stop, only a few feet away from him. "Yes. I do." "Do you dance?" I look at him funny. "Why?" I ask. He walks closer, grabbing my waist with one hand, and taking mine in the other. I blush. "What are you doing?" I ask, pushing away. "Dance with me. I promise not to step on your toes." He says with a slight smile. He pulls me back. "Oh, o-okay."
Shun
"Oh, o-okay." She stutters. We begin to dance. I can now get a better look at her. Dark reddish brown hair, olive skin, her left cheek was slighty reddened by something, and she had hazel green eyes. All in all she was very pretty. "What's your name?" I ask. "Ember. And this is Quakix. Wait, Quakix hide!" 'Quakix' hides in her pocket as Miss. Grey walks by. "Your Miss. Grey's daugther right?" I ask. She nods. "Sadly." I rasie an eye brow, not that she an see it with this stupid mask on. "Why is it sad?" She sighs. "It doesn't matter." She says. I nod, knowing she clearly doesn't want to talk about it. "So your Mr Kazami's grandson?" My turn to sigh. "Yes I am." "So why's that bad? He's got lots of money, I'd think you'd be happy with him." "He's too...forceful, he pushes ninjisu on me." "Ah, I see." She begins to hum along to the music, soon however, it changes to Beethoven's 5th Symphony. Our dance becomes more of a ballet. Me twirling her, and dippping her. At one point I lift her and she is light as a feather. When the song ends, we bow before the crowd that had circled around us. Everyone clapped and cheered. I look at Ember, but she is gone. I look all around. "Ember?" I call out, as I walk down the hallways. I walk past a bathroom, only to be greeted by yelling. "EMBER WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!?" "I-I'm sorry..." "SORRY?! YOU BETTER BE SORRY!" Miss. Grey yells, fist colliding with embers stomach. My eyes widen. I run back down the hallway and back to the party. "What just happened?" I shake my head, trying to clear the forming questions out of my mind. But there was one question I couldn't get out of my mind. "Why do I care so much?"