SEIDOU BOYS PROM SCENARIO

PROM SCENARIO #1: MIYUKI KAZUYA

Thirty minutes before the agreed time, Miyuki already showed up in front of his date's house wearing a schick looking back tuxedo, sharp-looking and well-fitted, accented by a cutesy red ribbon. He had his hair brushed up in a somewhat peculiar fashion but that didn't do much to lower his already over the top "pretty boy" aura. He also had gone out of his way to wear contact lenses just for tonight, saying that wearing glasses would make him look a bit off with his getup. Standing sanguinely with his usual grin plastered on his slightly "foundationed" face, he pressed the doorbell button once and waited calmly. It was at this time that his date caught sight of him just as she was about to start putting her make up on. She shot up from her posh seat and panically but gently rubbed her eyes She couldn't believed what she saw. Very rarely does she see him wear clothes that doesn't suggest his love for baseball. It really was Miyuki Kazuya. She was sure of it. But at the same time, it felt like a totally different person. She didn't know that this side of Miyuki actually existed. Looking intently at her date, she felt her cheeks heat up and her heart race a bit faster. However, before she could even comprehend what she was feeling and start wondering why he was thiry minutes early, she heard both of her parents open the door and welcome Miyuki in. Left with no other choice, she proceeded to sit back down and continue her interrupted make up session.

Miyuki greeted his date's parents in gentlemanly way, quite determined to establish an impressive first impression on them so that they might be more than convinced that their daughter is in good hands. After saying a polite "Hi!" and handing over a nice mini bouquet of fresh flowers to her mother, Miyuki turned to face her father. Exhaling deeply, he looked straight into his eyes and extended his arms for a handshake as he introduced himself in a well-modulated voice. Scrutinizing the teenage boy in front of him, the girl's father let out a soft grunt as he lead him to their sofa. Once seated, Miyuki went about explaining his plans to her parents, the taxi ride to and from the venue which he would be paying himself, the whole itinerary of the prom, as well as his plan of taking her back home afterwards. As he was speaking, the girl's father raised an eyebrow and after a moment or two, blurted out a question.

"What time are you going to take my daughter home?" He asked in a booming voice.

"The prom starts at 6 pm so I guess I should take her home by 11."

"Are you sure?" He eyed Miyuki sharply, but the prodigious catcher was nowhere near being flustered.

"Yes, sir. It gives me about 5 hours but as much as I want to spend more time with your daughter, I wouldn't dare risk her safety by holding her out for too long."

"You're quite the smart guy, huh? Tell me what tricks are you hiding beneath your sleeves?"

"I can assure you that I'm not hiding anything sir. The boy you see here is the same boy that's going to take your daughter to the prom. In the flesh and blood. I'm not faking things here or anything."

"Stop it dear, you're scaring the boy." This time, it was the girl's mother who spoke. "Winning our daughter's heart by trying to win us first, is that it Miyuki-kun?"

"No maam." Miyuki paused for about a second. "Yes maam. But what I mean is that I want to assure the both of you that your daughter's safe with me. I won't let any harm come to her."

"Is that so…?" The girl's father replied sarcastically but before he could even continue, loud, heavy steps- presumably from the clacking of stiletto heels- were heard.

"Stop it you two!" She yelled, cheeks puffed in anger which Miyuki found to be cute. "Stop talking as if Miyuki-kun and I are getting married or something. He's just going to take me to the prom. It's no big deal!"

"…getting married?" At the mention of the word "married", her father's eyes suddenly lit up as his expression suddenly stiffened a little, hands forming into fists.

Unaware of the older male's reaction, Miyuki let out a soft giggle and gently whispered, "Well, aren't we?" which dealt the finishing blow.

However, before her father could even let out a barrage of parental protests, the girl suddenly grabbed Miyuki's hand and made a dash to the door at an unbelievable speed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she is wearing 3 inch stilettos.

"I'll be home by eleven! Don't worry." She looked back for one second and shouted.

"Yes, darling. Have fun, alright?" Her mother answered as the poor woman was trying her hardest to contain her enraged husband

"I will. Thanks mom!"

"No problem. Miyuki's a great guy." She said as she winked jokingly at her daughter.

"See? Your mom likes me." Miyuki teasingly said as they settled themselves in the taxi.

"Yeah, but my dad was on the verge on killing you earlier. What were you thinking anyway?"

"I was just joking, okay?"

"Whatever."

The ride to the venue was a short one but after the slight commotion back at her house, it was enough to make Miyuki's date feel a little quesy. She pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to stave off a threatening migraine. Silently, she wished that she wouldn't have to go through anymore of this tonight and just enjoy herself. But just as destiny likes to play with people's lives, she never expected to be so wrong in her entire life. For the moment they entered the hall filled with shining, shimmering and blinding lights, she was met with a deluge of low whispers that were particularly targetted at her. Miyuki heard them too and tightened the wrap of his arms around her waist. Her face fell as she swallowed nervous gulps.

"Are you okay?" Miyuki inquired.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." With a slighly forceful shove, she removed Miyuki's hold of her and pushed him away.

"I'm just…"

Dumbfounded, Miyuki stared at his date's downcast face for about a minute before coming up with a better plan.

"You know what… come with me." Without warning, Miyuki took her hand and lead her to the the balcony in the extreme right of the hall. As they were walking, the eyes of almost everyone in the hall followed them but he did his best to shield her from those malevolent glares.

"Where are you taking me? Isn't this spot supposed to be off-limits?"

"Well yeah. Off limits to everyone but me."

"Wha-?" But before she could voice out any more complaints, her eyes fell upon an intricately made glass table with fully furnished chairs on both sides. She tilted herself slightly to the left in an effort to comprehend what she was seeing.

"What is this?"

"Well, as you can see. A romantic candle light dinner for two."

"Huh? Why?"

"No particular reason. Just that I'm not quite comfortable with the atmosphere back at the hall. Feels a little suffocating. We can have some privacy here. We can also dance here can't we?"

"But don't you want to see some of your teammates? Like you know? Have some fun with them or something?"

"Why would I? I mean, I didn't particularly attend the prom just so I can see them in suits." Miyuki laughed lightly.

"But why?"

"Huh? Why what?"

"To think you'd go this far just for me… It's a little overhwhelming and unbelievable."

"How so?"

"You're the Miyuki Kazuya after all. Tell me how many girls have you took to dates like this?" She eyed him suspiciously.

"What are you talking about you silly girl?" He hit her head playfully. "I only do troublesome things like this for the girls I like."

"Is that so?" She spoke in a somewhat disappointed tone.

"Oh wait, make that "girl" not "girls". Sorry, my bad. I mean I only do troublesome things like this for the girl I like."

She elbowed him in the chest. "Shut up. You're really fond of making jokes aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I get that a lot. But…" Miyuki looked straight into her eyes. The kind of look that goes deep into her soul.

"But?"

"I am not joking right now."