Here's another Yumeiro Patissiere story! This may or may not be a few chapters long. If you haven't already, please read my first YumePati fanfic, Pancakes! Enjoy! I own nothing!
Blackout
Satsuki twirled around, handing roses of many varieties to every girl in sight. From red to candy there wasn't a single type he excluded. He flirted, laughed, and made every girl he spoke to blush, sending a colourful array of empty words and narcissistic smiles to each one.
"Wow, I never thought he would do it." Sennosuke admitted, watching with pure satisfaction showing only in his eyes.
"Really? I knew he would do it with great pleasure." Makoto sighed, turning to Ichigo. "You know, you're supposed to dare people to do something they regret doing or refuse to do."
"H-Hey!" Ichigo stammered, offended by the way he spoke. "I know that, but isn't it funny to watch?"
"No. It's sickening." Makoto replied, motioning to Satsuki to return, but he was too engrossed in his dare to notice.
The group of three was basically forced to watch him flirt with every girl in the shop -which was a surprisingly large number- until he reached the final one who chose to go by the name, Lemon. He immediately did his thing, pulling out a rose from the infinite supply. He was taken aback when Lemon rejected him, genuinely unfazed by the act he put on.
He returned to the table shortly after recuperating from the tragic event. He instantly locked his glare onto the boy who was laughing uncontrollably in his seat. "Alright, Kashino. Since you find it so funny, truth or dare?"
Makoto put a halt to his laughter and faced Satsuki like the man he thought he was. He knew no matter what he chose, the outcome would effect him negatively. "Dare."
"Tell Ichigo-chan how you truly feel about her."
Makoto froze up, unable to believe the words Satuski had just uttered. He tried to convince himself that Satsuki hadn't answered yet, giving him another chance. "I said dare." He repeated, teeth clenched together.
"Yes, I know. What I asked of you could work for either option." Satsuki retorted, still frustrated with the previous events. He was determined to win Lemon over later.
The blonde chocolatier reluctantly rotated his head in a dramatic, robotic fashion. He never thought the day he was to confess to Ichigo would reveal itself to unravel in the small pastry shop, Salon de Marie. Of course, it would prove to be a nice story to tell to their future kids, whom of which have already been theorized by many fans of the couple. His mind swirled with complicated thoughts and plans on how the confession would plan out. It was tolerable because Ichigo loved sweets, so the location was decent. He quickly devised a plan that used the shop to his advantage. Nothing could go wrong.
He was positive he was going to make that moment memorable.
"Oh, Kashino! You don't have to bother! I already know we're great friends!" Ichigo exclaimed, shoving a slice of chocolate cake into her mouth without a single hesitation or drink in case the dessert were to become lodged in her throat in sight.
Makoto stared at the dense girl, shocked beyond belief. He grimaced. "You think we're friends? HA! We're nothing more than classmates."
Her face and attitude gradually grew solemn by his unnecessary response. That asshole.
Silence surrounded the table, awkwardness levels breaking the imaginary scales. Andou spoke up. "Kashino. It's your turn."
He exhaled deeply before choosing the next victim of the twisted fate the simple, yet complex game brought upon anyone who chose to play. "Johnny." (A/N Bet you didn't know he was there, did ya?)
The American sat up, unamused by what the group was doing. In his book, they weren't playing it right. "Yeah yeah, dare."
"Go pick up Tennouji-san and run out of the shop."
Johnny stood up abruptly, throwing his chair backwards. "NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" He shouted, a grin plastered to his face.
Many students and staff within the shop faced the blonde boy, who was being quite loud about something. His movements were quick as he locked his eyes onto one of the workers of Salon de Marie. The boy ran over to the guests the Student Body President, Mari was serving and willingly picked her up, bridal-style. "YEAH BABY!"
It took her a few minutes to process what was happening due to shock, but Johnny was already out the door, living the American dream.
"Since Johnny's gone, Kashino should go again." Sennosuke decided, hoping to make Makoto happy enough to choose him. He hadn't been chosen yet.
"Okay, Amano." He spat out, still on slightly bad terms with her since his last dare. "Truth or dare?"
"Why don't any of you ever choose me?" Sennosuke asked, slumping down into his chair.
"Because you always pick truth. Always." Satsuki answered, looking at himself in a hand-sized mirror.
"Dare!" She piped, unaware of the possible disaster that awaited her. Nobody knew that the words about to nonchalantly slip out of his lips could cause such calamity. Makoto wasn't even conscious of what catastrophe he was about to create.
"I dare you to kiss me."
He was sure she would refuse. There was no possible way she would obey his foolish wish.
It was supposed to be a joke.
The two bystanders looked back and forth at the surprisingly entertaining couple, whom of which were fighting the blush arising to their cheeks. Ichigo could not believe what Makoto had just asked her. She thought it would be something stupid like 'eat one hundred slices of cake'. She would have really enjoyed that.
Makoto had no idea what had come over him to say that. It was completely out of his character to say such a thing, but the words came out like butter and he couldn't stop himself. He avoided keeping eye contact with Ichigo and looked away stubbornly.
He didn't know why, but a small part of him wanted her to do it.
The littlest amount of courage summed itself up within Makoto, causing him to turn his head to Ichigo; the girl sitting across from him. He told himself he would only check for a second to see if she was still there. She was a loud person, so the silence could have meant she left. To his dismay, there she was, sitting firmly on her chair. Her chocolate eyes shone against the sparkly, clear tears that fell gently from the side of her face. Her cheeks were wet with a salty, warm substance that flowed like waterfalls, stinging the corner of her eyes and blurring her vision. Her lips weren't curved into a smile or a frown, making her emotions unclear to the others.
"Are you crying?" Makoto questioned, stating the obvious.
"Great job, Kashino. You made this cute girl cry." Satsuki praised sarcastically, turning to Ichigo who was sitting next to him. He pulled out a candy rose. "Cheer up, Ichigo-chan. Don't worry, Kashino's existence embarrasses us, too."
She rejected the rose and stood up, destroying what was left of Satsuki's self-confidence. She dragged herself over to where Makoto was sitting and stared straight at him. "Why?" She asked in a near whisper.
"What do you mean why?" Makoto replied with a question, becoming ever-so-slightly frustrated with her assumptions.
"Why did you dare me to kiss you?" She responded, being more straight-forward.
Makoto was about to retort when he noticed the seriousness in her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
CLIFFHANGER! Please review if you want the next chapter! It's going to get really intense in chapter two.