Dance With Me
She looked completely terrified. He simply looked amused.
"You look a lot better when you're not acting like some scientist…" That wasn't entirely true. To Cougar, Mimori looked beautiful no matter how she was acting – frightening her like that had been a test to prove that.
"I don't see how that has anything to do with this place…"
"It's best to keep your distance," the alter user replied, casually handing the other a pair of binoculars.
And at that moment, the radio cassette player in Cougar's battered car began to play.
It was a fast tune of course, full of electric guitars and drum beats so fast they were almost impossible to keep up with.
Torn between getting up and dancing to the music and keeping an eye on the girl sitting dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, he made an instant decision and leapt to his feet, grabbing Mimori's arm and pulling her up with him.
After all, dancing was always more fun when you had a partner.
"Dance with me, Miss. Minori!"
Binoculars clattered to the hard ground, and Mimori was just about to correct him on her name when she found herself being twirled around so fast everything blurred together into a swirling mass that made her feel even more nauseous than she had been already.
Just as abruptly as it had begun, the music stopped again, and almost instantly, Cougar stopped spinning the ill girl round, and pulled her close to him, knowing she would be dizzy and was likely to stumble over the edge of the cliff.
He stared down at her, she stared back up at him, they leaned in closer…
And then the music began again. Except that this time it was slow, a ballad, certainly not the kind of music Cougar wanted to be listening to.
"No no no!" he exclaimed, pulling away from Mimori and dashing to the car to change it. "This is far too slow!" he pouted, reaching through the broken window of the car and turning off the radio.
By the time he turned back to Mimori, she was sitting on the cliff edge staring at the one she loved fighting in the distance, watching sparks fly, watching him so determined with each attack.
"And so am I…" the speed loving alter user murmured to himself as he leaned back against his car and watched her watching him.
She would probably have been thinking of Ryuhou when she was kissing me anyway.
Still, it mystified him why so many people wrote romance songs as ballads. It hadn't done him much good, had it?
It really just confirmed what he had known all along; the faster, the better.