Masquerade part two with Yoriko and Hide! Btw, I now declare that their ship name is Yoride. If you don't like it, fight me.
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Yoriko was wandering around the room, keeping an eye on her unenthusiastic friend. Dodging people left and right in an effort to keep Touka in her line of sight. She had forced her friend to come, insisting it would be good for her.
"Touka, you can't just sulk for the rest of your life!" she had begged her friend. "You're young and you need to have fun! Who knows, maybe he will show up or you'll meet somebody new!"
She winked at her friend, hoping to convince her. Touka sighed and said nothing, avoiding the situation. Though eventually she had agreed to come after much pestering and begging on Yoriko's part.
Yoriko chuckled as she remembered how flustered Touka had been after Yoriko had dragged her all over the city to shop for the ball. She looked at her friend, standing off to the side with a coffee cup, dressed in the deep red one-shoulder gown picked by yours truly. Not watching where she was going, Yoriko walked right into a young man she hadn't noticed.
She gasped in embarrassment, bowing frantically as her cheeks flamed.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologized. "I wasn't watching where I was walking, I am so sorry!"
"No harm done, miss," said a voice above her head. Yoriko straightened and looked up into the man's face, which was obscured with the black mask worn over his eyes. Like every other man, he was wearing a black suit but he seemed to stand out compared to the rest. Maybe it was his bright blond hair that was combed back yet still slightly disheveled. Yoriko blinked when she heard his voice and focused on his words. "What were you watching that was so interesting?"
"Oh, uh... I was watching my friend," she admitted. "I was remembering how flustered she got after she was dressed."
The man looked over her shoulder in the direction she had been looking and saw a young woman in a red dress sipping something.
"The woman in the red dress?" he asked, nodding his head at Touka.
"Yes!" Yoriko smiled brightly. "It doesn't look like she's having fun though..."
"Hmmm..." he pretended to contemplate, rubbing his chin. "How about we show her how fun it can be, Miss...?"
"Yoriko," she chirped.
"Hide," he introduced himself, holding out his hand. "Shall we, Miss Yoriko?"
Yoriko giggled and placed her hand in his, letting him guide her into the mass of couples already dancing. Stopping in the middle of the group, Hide faced her and placed his freehand at her waist, grinning at her. Yoriko blushed slightly and moved her hand to rest on his shoulder, falling into the rhythm on the dance. They were silent for a moment, Yoriko enjoyed the feeling of dancing, when he spoke up.
"Your friend looks nice, but I don't think she compares to you," he told her, surveying her attire.
Surprised, Yoriko squeaked and stumbled over her feet. After she steadied herself, with Hide's help, she remembered looking in the mirror after she finished getting dressed. The opposite of Touka, she had picked a pastel pink strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline. She had left hair own shoulder-length hair down, the hazelnut waves framing her face around the white lace mask she wore. Overall, if she had to describe the way she looked, she was the angel to Touka's devil.
"No, I don't think so," she argued, face flushed.
Hide frowned down at her, eyebrow raised. "And why is that?"
"For one, I dressed Touka so that she would stand out more," she stated. "And two, Touka is the type that most people can't help but stare at. Which is exactly the way I want it."
"You know, some people prefer the angel over the devil," he chuckled. "Don't sell yourself short because you don't stand out in the conventional way."
"Hmm..." Yoriko didn't respond and the two fell into a comfortable silence, swaying back and forth with the music. Suddenly she felt her stomach rumble embarrassingly loud and she peeked up at Hide to see if he noticed. He did.
"Hungry?" She nodded shyly. Hide laughed and took her hand, dragging her towards the refreshments table.
Yoriko watched as he picked up a plate began piling food on it. When he was done, he turned to her and told her to close her eyes. Deciding to trust him, she closed her eyes and waited. When nothing happened, she cracked one eye open in time to see a cupcake coming towards her face. She squealed when she felt the frosting smear around her mouth and opened her eyes to glare at Hide.
Hide set the plate on the table and laughed uncontrollably. He couldn't resist the urge when it came to him and she looked adorable with pink frosting on her face on top of the tomato red it already was. His enjoyment was short lived when Yoriko snatched two cupcakes off the table and smushed them on his cheeks. She giggled so hard that she snorted before she could stop. The giggling stopped immediately as she covered her mouth with her hands, absolutely mortified.
"I thought it was cute," he laughed. Her expression didn't change much except now there were tears gathering in her eyes. Hide sputtered and looked around for something that might help him. Coming up empty-handed, he picked up a napkin and started wiping the frosting off her face. "Sorry, I couldn't help it..."
Yoriko watched Hide as he concentrated on removing every bit of frosting from her face and erupted in giggles again. His jaw dropped and he stared at her with wide eyes.
"You looked so serious!" She wrapped her arms around her middle. "It was so cute!"
Hide puffed out his chest, "I am not cute, I'm a man."
"Mhmm," Yoriko hummed soothingly as she finished wiping her face for him. Looking down at the napkin covered with frosting, she had an idea. 'Touka must be starting to rub off on me...' Slowly, she threw the napkin in a nearby trash can and stepped closer to Hide. Reaching up, she scraped some icing off his cheek and spread it on his nose. "You look plenty cute to me right now!"
"That's not fair, Yori!" He stepped forward to catch her wrist, but Yoriko was faster than him. She slipped past him and ran towards the ladies' restroom.
Hide shoved some napkins in his pocket and chased after her. Just before she made it to the restroom door, he caught her arm and pulled her back towards him. Holding her in place he leaned down and rubbed his cheek on hers, spreading more frosting on her face. She squealed and tried to worm her away out of his grasp, to no avail. When she was finally let go, she turned to face the young man who was grinning triumphantly.
"Hide..." Yoriko narrowed her eyes at him, a scowl on her face.
Prepared, Hide lifted his hands in surrender.
"Truce?" He dug in his pocket and handed her one of the napkins he had taken.
"Fine," she sighed, taking the napkin and cleaning her face.
He grinned and pulled out another napkin to clean his face before grabbing her wrist. Throwing away the dirty napkins, he dragged Yoriko back into the dancing crowd and bowed to her. Without waiting for an answer, he stood and pulled her into the dance.
Yoriko laughed as she was pulled in circles by the excited young man. Feel as though someone were watching, she turned her head and looked around before she saw Touka. She noticed that she was dancing with another young man with white and black hair. Smirking, she winked at her best friend, making her blush, and turned back to her partner.
"She looks like she's having fun now," he said, glancing over her shoulder.
Yoriko giggled. "And she didn't believe me when I said she would meet somebody."
"You met somebody too," he mumbled, trying to look hurt.
"You shoved a cupcake in my face," she reminded him. "You could have ruined my dress."
He huffed and the two fell silent. Hide studied her face, her soft eyes and beautiful smile while she was looking at his tie. She lifted her gaze and caught him staring.
"What?" she asked. "Is there frosting in my hair?"
"N-" He spotted a small glob of frosting in her hair at the middle of her neck. She hadn't noticed, so he decided to pretend he didn't. "No, I don't see any."
Suspicious of the pause before he answered, she figured there was frosting in her hair. But instead of calling him out on it, she glared at him and hit his arm lightly when he laughed.
Yoriko knew that she was never the girl that stood out in any situation. But, by literally running into the man he was dancing with, she felt more confident in herself. Touka wasn't the only one who met somebody that night.
Okay, to be completely honest, I really don't know what this is. I mean, it made sense to me that Hide would do that to Yoriko but Idk man. I don't really like how it turned out... ;-;
Anyway... So that completes the random Masquerade thing! I hope you enjoyed it, if even a little. c:
As always a big thank you for reading and putting up with me! Never feel shy to tell me what you think, I accept all opinions!
With love,
Lau ( ˘ ³˘)
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