Title: Dress up
Fandom: La Corda D'oro
Focus: Fuyuumi Shouko, Shimizu Keiichi
Other: "Ballroom dancing" theme I picked up, AU-ish.
For: lil-1337
Disclaimer: Don't own La Corda D'oro. You wouldn't want to know what I'll do if I did.
Her father used to organize balls, usually for the purpose of socializing with business associates and seeking out information on rival companies, potential market targets and sometimes just showing off his ability to play Chopin or Mozart on the piano. Mother would pay extra attention to the food she served the guests, from sophisticated English dishes to exotic Malaysian delicacies, and then spend extra hours on helping Shouko pick out a dress.
Oftentimes she felt like a dressed up doll, donned in frilly tresses with large ribbons dangling down from her hair, or even a pumped up piggy, the way extra decorative frills unattractively accented her hips.
"Girls should look pretty in the ballroom." Mother had said with a girlish pitch in her voice.
Shouko didn't have the heart to say that she stuck out more like a painted clown in a tent than an elegant princess stepped out of a fairytale.
Nowadays, they hardly have time to organize any kind of ball. Father is too busy with his business relations overseas. Mother is more resigned about ballroom parties, choosing to spend her days preparing food.
But whenever they do get a chance to attend a party, Shouko would look forward to dancing couples that enchant the evening with their swirls of fabric and taste for freedom. Women dressed in beautiful gowns, shimmering jewelries, and pretty high-heels, get swept away in the arms of tall, handsome men dressed in suits--high-collared with black ties--, creating a wistful dream of eternity.
A hand appeared in front of her, making her blink a few times before she finally decided to trail her eyes along the elegant, outstretched arm to the oddly familiar slim shoulder and then finally meet Shimizu's questioning glance.
"May I have this dance?" He asked in a quiet voice with a hint of tiredness bubbling at the end of each spoken word. Considering the fact that Shimizu had never shown any interest in her, Shouko looked down skeptically to the offered hand. No one had ever asked her for a dance.
She felt a tentative smile tug on her lips, unsure and suddenly shy, as she reached out to the offered hand and said 'yes and thank you'.
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Excuse me for the inconsistency of the timeline.
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