Disclaimer: You know damn well I don't own Kaze No Stigma
Summary: Kazuma is a famous pianist, a prodigy per say but when he was young he was brutally forced onto piano lesson day after day by his parents hitting, cursing and in the verge of disowning him if he didn't comply to which caused his depression. Ayano is a famous ballet dancer, she was talented, popular and arrogant but she is full of love. Will Ayano break down Kazuma's barrier of fear? Or will she add to his depression?
Note: Feel free to speak your mind, tell me my errors or my awesomeness I'll enjoy both ^-^ Also I update my stories maybe once a week or twice but I'm not keeping promises, some might be cliffhangers, some might satisfy your needs or just plain crappy depends on my mood XD. I'm writing this story at like 3 in the morning again.
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Hobo: a homeless man (what, some people don't know what It means)
Chapter 2: Dance, Dresses and Drama
Natsume's Pov
I had to run to the store to fix a little rip in my tux, damn sport why do you have to be so aggressive sometimes. I sighed. I walked the corridors of endless tuxes in '' Color Me Beautiful''. I avoided every gaze from girls, I tried to ignore their HI's and Hello's but damn girls are persistent. I swerved to the right and slowly descending from the second floor when I followed the crowds gaze towards a girl dancing in the center.
Whoa
She was wearing a skirt not meant for dancing at all. It was clinging to her body and keeping her legs from flexing. I don't think she noticed when her skirt ripped all the way to her hip, but damn she was so entranced in dancing she didn't even care at all, now she was leaping, soaring in the air, like a bird free from its cage.
I was ….. Struck? Is that how you call it? She was so absorbed in the music, the way she rotates her hips with the beat, the way she grabbed the air as if it was something to hold onto. The way her legs rises and falls, it was sexy. I blushed.
She leaped again. I didn't even notice I was at the front near the railings, that's how distracting she was. She was twirling near me, whoa she's much beautiful up close, her flaming red-pinkish hair was so close I could smell it- hmm strawberries, she was falling well falling slowly, out of instinct I grabbed her waist balancing her. Her face was the definition of perfect. I blushed but quickly covered it with my neutral face as she opens her amber eyes, realizing her position.
'' Oh my, I'm so sorry I thought you were the metal railing, I don't mean your hand was metal I meant that- I thought that umm…- I'm sorry'' she blushed as she stared at the floor embarrassed
'' it's alright, you were pretty absorb in the music there'' I laughed slightly, she was so cute
As she slowly looked up in awe. So was I damn she was cute. Her eyes are intoxicating
'' Yea ahaha '' she grinned
I heard someone yell, but I was too busy trapped in her eyes to even listen.
'' What a pair of lovely eyes you have stranger '' she smiled looking at me
I mentally blushed. I felt my heart skip a beat, but I can't let it get further than that.
'' as do you too milady '' I bowed, slightly smiled and walked towards the exit
She must be shocked, me leaving her dumb-founded but I was surprised to hear the thumping of her heels instead. I looked back to see her figure walking the steps with people admiring her. Wow, she's a first but also my last. My face darkened to its original composure as I walked towards my motorcycle.
'' What a pair of lovely eyes you have stranger '' I thought replaying the events once again as I put on my helmet and started my engine and drove off.
Man, I liked that sweater but it was worth it.
Ayano's Pov
I entered Kirika's office. I waited for her to yell at me for making a scene at her work place again, but I was greeted with nothing but her face smiling like an idiot. I looked at her weirdly
'' What? '' I asked slightly creeped out
'' So, he was pretty hot, are you guys like a thing now? '' she said inching her face closer to mind
'' Huh? Oh don't be stupid Kirika, I just met him ''
'' well why do you have his sweater tied around your waist huh? Little miss I-just-met-him ''
Confused as I was, I looked down to a black button-down sweater hugging my figure. I blushed as I untied that my skirt was ripped all the way to my hips, crap I was so intertwined with the fucking music that I didn't even feel my skirt rip ? Baka. I lifted his sweater. His sweater. Great I don't even know his name, how am I supposed to return it.
'' Shit, my skirt is ripped, mind if ya-''
'' Mimi, report to my office now '' she dialed her phone
A girl comes barging in, takes one look at me and swiftly tore my skirt and timidly walked out the office. It took me a moment to realize what happened. I blushed and rapidly tied his sweater onto my waist.
'' KIRIKA WHAT THE-'' I stammered
'' Hush you brat, it will take her a second''
I grumbled my way to her couch and sat. God, I'm so stupid, why the fuck did I even danced? I should really avoid those damn mirrors. I felt Kirika's gazed slowly deepening with each passing moment. I sighed again.
'' I thought he was the metal railing of the stairs and kind of did my final move on him ''I blushed and smacked my forehead
'' BWHAHAHAHAHA you- BWAHAH –are – BWAHAHA- I CANT BELIEVE YOU'' she laughed like a maniac and fell to the ground.
'' Shut up, now hurry up and show me the dress, I got to make a dance in less than 2 hours cuz the party starts at like 8 Kirika '' I said nudging her stomach
'' Okay, damn your such an idiot '' as she wiped away her tears
'' It wasn't that serious Kirika, for god's sake '' I said maturely
'' Oh, shut up Ayano, I saw you falling head over heels for him '' she wriggled her eyebrows opening her private room
'' what, his eyes were captivating and ya know… nice '' I shrugged and followed her in
'' Oh there's so much more you're not telling me Ayano '' nudging my arm playfully and then putting a cloth to cover my eyes
'' I don't know what you're talking about Kirika. Why do I have to wear these damn things anyway '' poking the fabric that's blinding me
'' To surprise you of course, freakin idiot '' she said in a distant
I giggled, even though she was a pain in the ass, she's pretty funny. I started imagining our first encounter.
Flash Back
I ran towards the women's wash room. Great, my performance of the year and someone had to spill a Freakin grape juice over my dress, my flowy champagne colored collared dress. I heard a ruckus in a distance and the idiotic side of me took hold and ran to the brawl.
''That's a very ugly style ya got there ''a girl with too much make up circling another girl on the ground
'' Oh my god, Izumi looks at this piece-'' skank number 2 grabbing the victim's hair and jerking it rapidly
'' what the hell do you think you're doing? '' I yelled
The 2 skanks of the century stopped their antics and took a good look at me and stood their ground. I hastily pushed off skank number 2 aside and helped the blondie up. Dusting off her skirt while glaring at the bullies
'' Ayano-sama, why are you helping her? Do you not see her style it resembles a hob-''
'' Yea senpai and also-''
'' does it look like I care, just because she dresses in a way doesn't mean you can't treat as a human being, should I punch your face just because you wear make-up ?''
They shook their heads
'' Then I suggest you apologized to my stylist, ''
Their eyes widened and looked at blondie who was shocked all to herself too, as the girls apologized to blondie and walked their path in shame. Blondie promptly took my hand and sprinted to the bathroom, took out a pair of scissors and snipped my dress. My eyes widened but softened because there was a feeling that told me to trust her, Seconds later, my dress was practically turned into a Freakin art painting, she threw it different types of I don't even know and snipped some excess fabric.
Time skip to my performance, which I rocked, instead of shaking the hands of the host I took his microphone, I ignored that little sucker that purposely poured the drink onto my dress, cocky bastard. I walked towards blondie and told EVERYONE in the room, of her dress that she designed after the incident. After that, we went out to McDonalds and spoke our hearts out
Flash Back End
I chuckled at how she looked before and after I met her. She was so innocent. I frowned and realized I created a monster, Ahaha she's the best. I heard her footsteps and wheels slowly dragged in front on me. I adjusted me composure and waited for my best friend to take my blind fold off.
'' Any day now, Kirika, shit my grandma can move fast- Holy Crap'' I said dumb-founded as she took my blind fold off.
It was that beautiful, what else I expect from her other than her very best
'' Remind, me to love you forever blondie '' I said hugging the daylights out of her
'' Uhh gross Ayanoo, I haven't heard you say that in a long time '' she grumbled patting my back awkwardly
I lazily walked to my car hand in hand with my dress and matching shoes. I took a good look at my now mid-thigh pencil skirt with hand-sewn gems resembling a sunflower on the left side of my skirt. I threw my dress on the back seat of my car and took a look at his sweater.
'' Hmmm, Kazuma Yagami? Is that his name? '' I touched the small letters attached onto the fabric.
''I hope to see you again Kazuma '' I thought as I drove to my house
End of Chapter 2
Note: well I finished it at 6:25 in the morning, ahaha I have nothing to do that's why ( seriously) anyways, please inform me with any given errors or topics you'd like me to write about.
Update: I update like 1-2 a week depends on my mood, but I'm really onto writing this week so your pretty lucky, stay in tuned ^-^