Thanks for waiting, here's chapter two! Enjoy!
Miya slammed her hands against the table, pushing herself up. "JUST STOP!"
Everyone turned to the heiress, who was soaking the table she stared down at with glowing tears which seemed to darken the room with each fragile one that fell. "YOU DON'T NEED TO ANSWER HER. WE ALL KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO SAY!"
Makoto stared at her, flabbergasted. "Why is everyone crying?!"
Turning his head to it's original position, Makoto faced Ichigo who feverishly wiped away her tears, suddenly realising that she was crying so much. He had his signature disappointed look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed with rage emitting from his eyes like a blazing fire, sending shivers down her spine. Ichigo knew what that look meant. It meant she was a fool to ever believe Makoto thought anything of her. She thought maybe- just maybe he had slight feelings for her, but she was stupid to think that. She considered the possibility that his dare meant something more than a silly way to get her flustered for a game, so she nearly accepted the fact.
It was impossible to her that such a thing could be true.
"Uh, everyone, I think it would be best if we stopped playing for now." Sennosuke suggested, partially because he was agitated about still not being chosen. Although, Miya hadn't been chosen yet, either, so he was content.
Unfortunately, Sennosuke's plead went ignored. The confirmed five seated at the table were confined within a suffocating box of tensions unbearable to even those who paid attention to the situation panning out, which turned out to be most of the customers in Salon de Marie. A great majority of them had become emotionally invested and attached to the intense adventure the group was going through.
Ichigo took her time retracing her steps and sitting in her chair. Her thick bangs covered her hazy eyes, clouded with sorrow and confusion. She didn't understand why she was so emotional and distressed over such a petty thing. The girl next to her, Miya, also took her seat, keeping her dazzling eyes on Makoto. She had fully recovered.
"Amano?" Makoto forced out, ultimately breaking the thick, uncomfortable layer of silence and whispers that surrounded the table.
"What?" Ichigo replied monotonously, speaking in a surprisingly cold manner.
"You didn't complete the dare."
The whole room filled with gasps and the occasional cheering from observers who didn't understand the huge influence they had over everything that was happening. Makoto resisted the urge to yell, fists clenched as well as his teeth, full of anger. The unintentional audience was bringing immense stress to the blonde boy.
"Kashino, don't you think that's a bit-" Satuski began only to be excruciatingly interrupted.
"I'M BAAACK!" Johnny Mcbeal announced, slamming the door against the wall on impact. His hair stuck together in spiky clumps, dripping like a wet, heavy sponge.
"Where's Tennouji-san?" Sennosuke asked, genuinely curious.
"Ah, about that." Johnny rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, stepping to the side. Previously standing behind him, Mari stood shivering, drenched in rain water. Her golden hair which formerly cascaded beautifully along her back like smooth, milk chocolate being poured appeared to be dull, soggy, and frizzy. The facial expression she displayed wasn't an amused one.
"Where have you two been?" Satsuki asked, gently placing his chin on wrist. His eyes sparkled immensely.
"Satsuki, your flamboyancy is overwhelming." Lemon called out from the next table over, gaining a few laughs from the listeners. In response, he blew a kiss her way, receiving a blank stare from her side.
Mari attempted to contain her composure. She casually strut her way over to the back room to fix herself up. Johnny sighed, taking his seat at the table, joining the other five. "Don't ask." He spat out, resting his head into his arms.
Everybody was shocked what was just exhibited before them. Johnny was never the type to act depressive or down. He was the happiest and loudest person they knew. Half of the people in the shop didn't even know who he was, but it seemed out of his character to act that way.
Awkwardness developed once again, engulfing the entire Salon de Marie. Ichigo was upset, Makoto was unsatisfied, Satsuki wasn't receiving the attention he fueled on, Sennosuke was never going to be chosen, Johnny was disappointed due to unknown reasons despite looking like the happiest guy alive when he left, and Miya... well, Miya was pleased by being so close to Makoto without him having a menacing look on his face.
One of the customers stood up, beginning to grow impatient. She strolled over to the table that grabbed the main focus of the place and folded her arms. She sighed. "Gosh, you guys became so quiet! Do something interesting, please."
"Kato, I don't understand how it is any of your business to tell us TO DO SOMETHING INTERESTING!" Makoto yelled, built up irritations finally bursting through the tedious, tough wall that had grown too large.
"You know everyone is waiting for some drama, right?" Rumi replied, keeping a straight face.
"Well, you know what?" Makoto paused, standing up to face the customers. "GO HOME!"
"We can't!" Lemon shouted, fury written all over her face. She stormed over to the window, pulling the curtains open for evidence. With the curtains pulled open, she revealed dark, angry clouds blocking the clear sky and all remaining sunlight. The rain poured heavily, almost drowning the grass and composing immense amounts of thick mud.
Ichigo, Makoto, and Satsuki suddenly acknowledged the terrible weather, having no idea whatsoever that it had been occurring outside for nearly half an hour. Oops.
A bolt of lightning struck in the distance, ear-splitting claps of thunder following right behind. A few squeals and screams sounded throughout the shop, one leading right back to the heiress. Miya quickly inched herself in her seat over to Makoto, instantly shooting her arms around him.
"Oh, Ma•ko•to-kun! Thunder is frightening!" She frowned, nuzzling her face into his arm. Makoto gladly yanked his arm away, gaining it's freedom once more. He stood up, pushed her chair back to it's former place, and sat down.
Satuski arose daringly from his place and swaggered his way over to Lemon, running his hand through his hair, followed by an exhale of deep exasperation. "Lemon-chan, I-"
"Save it for your mirror." She countered, rolling her eyes as she covered the windows again and returned to her seat.
Satsuki remained bewildered, unable to comprehend her actions. People usually lost all feeling of their limbs and literally fell in love at first glimpse of his flawless looks and beauty, but Lemon was different. It annoyed him. He tried to take his mind off of the issue by joining his friends to continue their game. He preferred the unwanted attention they were receiving over Lemon's lack of attention.
More claps of thunder could be heard, gradually occurring more frequently. Not a single soul left or spoke. Every now and then somebody entered through the door, attempting to get away from the terrifying weather, although, many regretted it afterwards. The silence was bad enough for newcomers to believe someone had died, but majority thought that would be better.
Makoto, sick and tired of it all, got on his feet and began yelling once more. "What do you expect us to do?!"
"Finish your game." A bunch of students replied in unison.
He sat back down, staring nonchalantly at the girl across from him. Ichigo stared straight at him, sending his horrid look back. "Amano, it's your turn." He spat out.
The brunette stood, scanning the players. She was probably the most irritated person, but for a totally irrelevant reason than what the others believed. That's right. Salon de Marie had run out of ingredients and because of the poor weather, no one was able to run out and get more."Fine, Ando-"
"Amano, I love you."
Suddenly, the power blacked out, and so did she.
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