This story is (yes, Im saying it again) dedicated to ANNA BANANA!! Aka, Anna Marie Etropolis. lolzzzzz. She and I have been talkin bout her stories and my stories lately, yeah, I'd say she's almost about fallen for me (Anna slaps me) SECOND TIME TODAY!! GOD!! Lolz.
"What the hell is this?" Hiroki-sensei glowered at the suit... well... costume. Each of them were wearing two nice black suits with a blue mask (Kusama-san) and a black mask (sensei). Sensei had his arms crossed over his chest, his hands tensing, trying not to grab anything within possible reach to thrash out at me. "You'll stand out like a sore thumb!" he kept ranting, "This is not what I had in mind when I told you to where something nice." Hiroki-sensei kept his rant going on for a while, Kusama-san just exchanging a silent sigh with me every now and again. The ball was in fifteen minutes, I didn't understand how sensei set his priorities, and I didn't want to be the one to break the time to him.
"Hiro-san," Kusama-san began, "it's time to go." His whisper seemed to have enthralled sensei, seeing as though he had stopped rambling all together and collected a faint blush on his cheeks. I looked away awkwardly. I still wasn't so comfortable with the whole gay thing because I've never really, y'know, loved a guy before. I sighed anyways and followed him to the car. Kusama-san sat shotgun while I was force to the back. I listened to Ai Ootsuka sing Kingyo Hanabi. I wouldn't admit it, and I bet Kamijou-sensei wouldn't either, but I bet we each loved this song just as much as Kusama-san, which was why we never complained. Either that or sensei was just, in his own way, sweet and gentle and allowed Kusama-san to have his way every once in a while.
"Now, listen up," sensei began, obviously to me. "Do not make a fool out of yourself here. This is Usami's night and he doesn't need a drama queen like you taking his spotlight."
"His center stage," Kusama-san acted as a thesarus.
"His ring at the circus," I punched in. Sensei growled. "Sorry," we apologized simultaneously.
"Just understand that you are not to be anywhere near him unless he calls for you. Which is unlikely because he doesn't know you," he glared at me in the mirror, "Got it?" I nodded swiftly. Kusama-san told him to lighten up a bit, but I'd drowned out the conversation while I looked out the window.
I hadn't planned on meeting the novelist. I didn't really care all that much. I actually had a fantasy of my own that I had wished of living out tonight. I'd be clicking my heels against the floor, somewhere on the sides while the others danced along. In my waiting, I'd meet a girl who was also mustering her courage to try and ask someone to dance. That, was when I'd take her by the hand, and ask her to dance. She would blush charismatically, and nod. We'd dance, share a passionate kiss, and each reveal each other's faces and fall in love. Even though my plan was flawless (insert sarcasm here) I had a bittersweet feeling in my stomach every time I thought about it. It didn't seem... perfect enough. I didn't know... something just seemed to be missing.
"Here we are," I looked up. Had I really been fantasizing the whole way here? I didn't know, I just shook off the thin coat of shock, that was overlapped hastily with a thick jacket of anxiety. I stepped out of the car and looked up at the enormous monument commonly named "The Pearl of Society" named because of how beautifully white it stayed through everything and the lights that glinted off the corinthian columns and dozens of steps leading up to the grand doors and bay windows stretching all around. I took a deep, shaky, breath and walked up behind Kusama-san and sensei. People stared at me. My face was heating up furiously. I regretted listening to that girl now. Was she just purposely trying to make me look like a fool in front of everyone? I looked to the side and saw a News 5 van with Usagi Leiko. I felt my face glow brighter as she pointed the camera man in my direction. My stomach churned and I made it into the palace without being interviewed, or worse, photographed.
Inside the palace was an amazing sight. Chandeliers were strewn everywhere, with diamond ribbons fluttering to each of them, forcing the dimly lit room to be glistening. There was a large, black tiled dance floor taking up most of the room's area and a side bar to the far right with tables dotting the edge of the dance floor. Waiters walked around, serving shrimp cocktails and fruit cocktails. I felt my stomach twist as I saw the loads of girls in colorful dresses, most of them glancing at me... most of them snickering with menacing eyes. I stumbled myself over to the bar and sat down. I was now, officially, old enough to drink. That didn't give me the urge to though. What made me ask for the soothing and sweet strawberry daiquiri was purely the hope of being too drunk to care about how I looked.
I took a sip. It was a good drink, the alcohol didn't bother me too much. I tipped my hat, in a gesture of both character and courtesy, to the man behind the counter and he made a chuckle. It was a sincere chuckle, not like the chuckles I've received only the first couple minutes of walking through the door. I turned around and took another sip of my smoothie. The colors seemed to weave together in the dim light that the room cast, it sort of sent off a sense of eeriness. I glanced down at the whipped in my drink and tried to sip my drink around it. I loved saving the whipped cream for last in my drink. It was like saving the best for last.
"Did you hear?" a girl whispered to another girl behind me, "Usami-sama is supposed to be dressing for the occasion too, making it impossible to know who he is." The girl squealed.
"What if we were to dance?"
"Or me!" I sighed and sipped more of my drink. It was weird how girls fantasized over things that were on a slim to none chance of happening. Not every girl in this room is going to be this guy's love interest. I twirled the drink in my hand and leaned against the wall nearest to me. People kept glancing at me, but I was too in depth with my thoughts to notice. All I could think about was my fantasy. The horrid truth about it is... I had no balls (speaking figuratively) to ask a girl to dance. I sighed and sipped the remains of the drink, glad that I'd finally guzzled my sadness down to the fluffy, white cream at the bottom of the shallow glass.
I tipped my head back and sipped it up. Once my head dropped I sighed and set the glass down. The drink didn't help my uneasiness wear off so much, but it had, in fact, given me a buzzing feeling. I was about slaphappy right now (because I couldn't handle too much alcohol at one time. I can't process an ounce of alcohol in three hours, average being one once digested in the liver every hour. Thank you health class in high school). Befoer I had time to do much else I felt someone's arms wrap around my waist and a tongue slowly graze my lips, licking off the whipped cream that had been possessing my lips. I froze. Who would do that? I smely them reek of tobacco smoke too.
"Sweet," the voice breathed into my ear. I felt myself jump straight out of my skin when the voice had seeped into my body. I turned to my side only to be caught off guard by the lavender mask shadowing the person's face. They were tall, with silver hair. The person's eyes were also a lighter lavender than the mask itself. I accidentally touched there chest, I froze. It was flat. This was a man. I was being hit on... by a man. I didn't notice until I tried to back away, but he had his arms wrapped around my waist. He held my body close to his and rested his forehead against mine. Once one arm was secured around my body, he lifted one hand up to trace the outline of my lips. My heart was beating rapidly. Where was Kamijou-sensei when you needed him? Or Kusama-san?
"U-uh," I stammered, averting my eyes from his.
"Yes?" he hissed seductively into my ear, his breath being redolent of smoke. I tried pushing away from him, but his grip only tightened around my waist. I wasn't comfortable with this. My heart was thumping in my ears like a band of instruments creating a cacophony in the eupohric room. His hand fell down to my chin and he lifted it up to angle his lips with mine. I felt my breath hitch as his face came down on mine. I froze. This was my official first kiss... with a random man at a masquerade ball. His tongue wriggled itself into my mouth and began to toy with mine. I was confused about the sensation of it flowing through me. His lips pulled back and forth from mine, pulling and nudging my lips. I let a moan escape myself by accident. I think there was something wrong with me, maybe that man had added some drug into my drink, because I was enjoying this way too much. I was resistent of course, but I didn't like it when his face came back up from mine.
I was blushing. I could feel it. He could see it. I looked away in shame.
"I'll make you a promise," he whispered into the ear that I had turned towards him. My heart skipped a beat at those words. "You wait for me tonight..." he stopped, nibbling on my ear. I tried to turn my head more to get him away, but it was no use. He backed away again, "And I'll make it worth while." His lips fell down my ear to my jaw and he kissed it. My stomach was trembling, "I'll make you my number one... and show you things that you never imagined possible." His tongue ran thickly down my neck until he reached my jugular vein and sucked on the skin there, "Ecstasy... pleasure," he bit the skin and I let out another moan. He smiled at the reaction, "Pain..."
"If not..." I wasn't sure how I said it, or why, but I did. It was stupid too. If I didn't wait for him, we'd never see each other again. Done is done.
"Then I will find you," his words became darker, "I will hunt you down and lock you in my room." His hands fell to my waist. I was definitely enjoying this too much. "And you will be my little boy toy..." I shivered. His hands grazed my erection and I flew my face back to his. His eyes caught mine quickly in a stare. I couldn't look away now. It was over, I was finished. My life had just officially ended. He gave it a squeeze and I groaned. He smiled and leaned into my ear.
"Stiff." He observed, and disappeared. I was breathing heavily. The pulse of my body was now drumming in my ears. That didn't seem like it had just happened. I was scared. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to leave, leave as soon as possible. Sensei really wanted to be here though, so I just guessed that I'd just hide in the car, pretend I was feeling a little woozy and needed to lie down. Sensei would buy it, and Kusama-san would want me to be alright. I decided that that was what was going to happen.
I sat there in the car for what seemed like days that passed by. I read an American book, well, that had been translated into Japanese. Hamlet by William Shakespeare. He was also the man that wrote Romeo and Juliet, wherein Usami-sama had gathered his general thoughts from for his newest novel. I commiserated for Ophelia. She was so naïve in a sense. She shouldn't have allowed her father to ask Hamlet about his feelings for her. Love found its true course over time, not over mere seconds.
Romeo and Juliet was a good book too. Romeo was a bit overdramatic, and Juliet was a little too relying, but they were a good couple. The only thing, though, that really hit me the most, was Paris's story. Paris, the poor guy died so quickly and only for the girl he loved. Well it wasn't his fault, nor Romeo's, that their families loathed each other. I yawned and rested my body against the seat and turned the head light off. The taste of the daiquiri was still dry in my mouth while I began to doze off. My face was sweating under the mask too. I had discarded my hat, mask and jacket to the floor of the seats. I yawned once more, only to be awoken to the sound of the car door opening.
I groaned, beginning to sit up, but was shoved back down to the seat. My eyes widened in alarm as I captured the familiar man with the lilac mask. I tried to wriggle out from under him, only barely able to cry for help before he forced his lips down on mine. I took a sharp intake of breath as he rested his body down on mine. He tried to catch my tongue with his teeth, grazing the sides of my cheeks with his tongue. His hands began to slip up my shirt, but I started to thrash my body around. Boy toy... I was no man's boy toy! I sat up swiftly, backing myself up to the car's side so he couldn't push me down again.
"Stop...!" I cried breathlessly. He hummed softly, his lips on my neck. It vibrated and bubbled a moan from me, but I held it back. His hands swiftly fall down to my groin. I flinched. "N-no, stop!" I begged. He just chuckled, not a word excaping his mouth. He unzipped the jeans and pulled the boxers down. My heart hitched and I twitched. His tongue ran over it and almost engulfed it until an idea popped into my mind, "Th-this isn't my car!" I pleaded. "It's my teacher's!" He froze, mouth over the erection. After a second of thought, he continued. I needed to bargain with him now.
"Wait!' I begged again, "Any other time!" What?! No! Never! "Not now, not here!" I pleaded. He sat back up, looking at me in the eye. He had pinned my against the car wall, his larger body taking up most of the space. He lifted his hand to touch my face and then gave me a long and entransive French kiss. After the kiss he pulled back, as if that had sealed the deal.
"You can come to my house," he whispered.
"But I don't know who you are or where you-." I stopped as he took the mask off. I froze. It... was... Usami Akihiko. He smiled slyly.
"Me and your teacher are good friends," he informed me. Damn!
YAYYYY!!! It was awesome, I was talking to Anna Banana the WHOLE time. lolz. Well, yeah. it's getting smuttier!! :D lolz.
Love, Esther