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Burn watched the couple from a distance, and then rounded his head to look at the others. "Looks like everyone's here," he concluded. He turned to his own date and held out his arm for him to take, once again flashing a despicable grin. "Shall we, milady?"

Gazel narrowed his eyes and hissed: "Take that arm back before I rip it off."

Burn opened his mouth to speak then jumped as the ear splitting squeal of the microphone echoed through room. Ulvida laughed nervously from the small stage set up in front of the left side bleachers.

"Sorry guys. It wouldn't turn on. Anyway, I just have a quick announcement. On each table is a ballot box and there are slips of paper next to it. On the slips, you write the names of your favorite couple that you want to receive the honor of being Aliea Academy's first Prom King and Queen! The Prom goes until midnight, so we'll count the votes around 11 o'clock and announce the winning couple! And no voting for yourself! Now, I believe everyone's here now so this thing can finally get started!" Ulvida punched the air and yells of excitement rose up. The quiet music that had been playing in the background began to boom through the speakers as Desarm helped Ulvida off the stage. People grabbed their dates and headed to the dance floor.

Burn smirked. "This is so stupid."

"Come on, Burn! Last one on the dance floor's a rotten egg!" Rean screamed as she rushed past him, dragging Heat behind her. Burn, never one to back down from a challenge, reached for Gazel's arm.

"What did I just tell you? You'll keep that arm to yourself if you want to keep it at all." The white haired boy sneered, pulling out of reach. Burn pulled back for a second then smirked and planted his hands on his hips.

"Aw, little Gazel afraid of a little dancing? Or is it that you can't dance?" Gazel hissed, infuriated by the accusation. "I can dance!"

"Prove it!" Burn crossed his arms and grinned. Gazel hesitated for a second. In order to prove it, he'd have to dance…with Burn. It wasn't that he couldn't, Hitomiko taught him when he was little, it was just that he didn't like to. Dancing meant being close to people and being close to people meant possible physical contact. Gazel didn't like to be touched. However, he hated the idea of Burn getting one up on him more.

"Fine, I will." He growled, seizing Burn's arm and dragging him to the dance floor. "Ow! That is attached, you know!" Burn complained, wincing as Gazel only tightened his grip.

"You wanted this dance, you got it, so shut up and dance."

Burn pouted and was about to answer that, but Gazel interrupted him by abruptly halting in the middle of the room and placing one hand on Burn's waist, the other in his own. "Ready?"

Burn raised an eyebrow. "What am I supposed to be ready for?"

"Wait," Gazel simply told him, and Burn managed to catch a small grin before his date started to dance, automatically pulling him along. The redhead could barely keep up with his movements as Gazel maintained a firm grip on his body and swayed him across the floor, smoothly and gracefully. Burn was instantly convinced the boy was a good dancer when surrounding couples stopped dancing to watch them instead. He started to blush when he felt all those eyes on him, embarrassed for having the 'girl' lead him.

"O-okay, okay, that's enough," Burn stammered quickly. But Gazel completely ignored him and only stopped after dipping him, keeping this position for a moment and letting Burn hover above the floor. The silver-haired boy sent him a sly grin and whispered: "Is there a problem, Burn?"

"N-no!" Burn exclaimed immediately, although he really wished Gazel would pull him back up. His hands felt like they could let him slip any moment, something the bastard was probably doing on purpose.

Gazel simply grinned and granted his wish after a few seconds. "I don't know if you still think I can't dance, but you should definitely do something about those clumsy legs of yours," he pointed triumphantly. "You stepped on my feet a couple of times."

Burn gritted his teeth and felt his cheeks flare up when a few other couples started snickering at that remark. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists at the sides, trying to hold his anger back. That asshole, taunting him in front of everybody…

Meanwhile, in another part of the room, Gran and Reize had also engaged in a dance. They were moving at a calmer pace than their fellow captains, but still managed to follow the rhythm of the music. Gran's right hand was resting on Reize's middle, while his left had entangled with the greenette's. Reize, much to his own embarrassment, was forced to use the other to lift his dress so he wouldn't trip on it.

"You're a good dancer," Gran broke the silence between them in a soft whisper, making the other boy blush.

"A-ah, I don't think I am, not really," Reize stammered, and he automatically avoided eye contact. "Gran-sama is much better…"

"Feel free to call me Hiroto," Gran clarified, circling the both of them. "There are no formalities tonight. Although… I wouldn't mind if you always called me that, Midorikawa."

Reize abruptly stared at him again, his eyes wide and his cheeks gaining even more colour. "W-what? But I could never—"

"Will you do it if I order you to?" Gran joked with a wink.

Reize blushed heavily now and he quickly averted his eyes. "I'd have to. You're my superior." Gran smirked and moved the hand on Reize's waist to completely wrap around the other's middle. He pulled him close and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I wish I could keep you this close to me all the time. Like when we were kids."

Reize bit back a little gasp, his mind instantly jumping to a familiar memory. When he and Gran, Hiroto then, had been children, Reize only 7 and Gran 8, Gran had discovered a little alcove under a tree in the forest by Sun Garden. They'd spend hours, sometimes the whole day if they could, under the fort of roots, playing, talking, doing homework, anything. Things were different then. Once, he'd actually almost told him that he…

"Reize?" the greenette gasped when he noticed Gran looking at him worriedly. It was then he realized he was crying.

"I…I'm sorry!" the captain of Gemini Storm instantly yanked himself out of his superior's arms and raced from the room. Gran gaped in surprise for a second before running after him. "Reize! Reize! Midorikawa!"

Ulvida's head shot up at Gran's cries, in time to see Reize run from the room and Gran chase after him. She quickly placed her glass of punch down and started towards the door. A hand caught her wrist and she spun to cast a confused look towards Desarm. Reize was like his little brother, if anyone wanted to go after him she would have expected it to be him.

"Let Gran-sama handle it. It'd be better if he does." Desarm said, releasing her.

Ulvida hesitated for a moment, but then nodded in agreement. "You're right. This is something between them."

Desarm smiled when he heard that and asked: "Would you like to da—" He flinched when a loud thud interrupted him from behind, and turned around to see Burn pouring himself some punch. The glass, which he had slammed onto the table just a second earlier, looked like it was ready to break in his destructive grasp.

Ulvida raised an eyebrow when she saw the ominous look on the redhead's face. "Where's your date?"

"Dancing," Burn growled, and Desarm and Ulvida both turned their heads to the dance floor. Gazel had borrowed Clara from Droll and was now dancing with her instead. The older couple both noticed the light-hearted look on his face, as if he'd been relieved of some kind of heavy burden.

Ulvida picked up her own glass and mumbled into it: "If his plan was to ditch you from the start, he succeeded…"

Burn nearly choked on his drink when he heard that and sent her an alerted look. "What?"

"I don't know, he looks much happier without you." Ulvida's tone was casual, almost indifferent, but Desarm noticed the teasing glint in her eyes. He understood what lay behind them when Burn instantly dumped his glass on the table and marched back to the dance floor. He looked his date in the eye and raised an eyebrow. "You said that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Of course," Ulvida grinned, and she took a last sip before putting her own glass away. "The chemistry between those two can't get more obvious. They just need a little push, is all."

Desarm couldn't help but grin himself. "Sneaky."

"Thank you," Ulvida replied, and she surprised her date by suddenly taking his hand. When she saw the look on his face, she quickly confirmed: "And yes, I'd like to dance with you."

Burn, to his own frustration, was reduced to walking at a low pace because of the dancing couples around him. He would normally push them out of the way, but even he wasn't heartless enough to disrupt the fun the teens were having. When he finally reached Gazel, he glared at the blue-haired girl he was holding and snapped: "Give him back."

Clara flinched when she heard that intimidating voice and turned to look at him. "B-Burn-sama?"

"Give him back. That's my date. You've got your own," Burn hissed.

Clara didn't need him to say that twice. She instantly let go of her captain, gave him a quick bow, and hurried over to Droll, who had already started approaching them in case Burn planned to get any closer to his date.

Gazel followed them with his eyes while they started dancing again, before giving Burn a disapproving look. "What do you think you're doing?"

"You're my date," Burn repeated angrily. "You're not supposed to dance with someone else."

Gazel raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? You're the one who ditched me to get some punch all of a sudden."

"I wasn't going to be humiliated in front of everyone!" Burn shouted, making a few couples around them flinch and stare at him. "You embarrassed me on purpose!"

"Your voice is too loud," Gazel pointed out, as unfazed as always. "And all I did was prove my point back then: you wanted to see me dance, so I danced. You started acting like a child all on your own."

Burn growled and suddenly launched at him, pulling the other boy closer by hand and waist. Just as Gazel started to blush at the abrupt intimate contact, he said: "Well, it won't happen again," and started to waltz the two of them across the dance floor.

Gazel was visibly taken aback by his action and tried to break free first, but when he saw the look on Burn's face, which suddenly eased up in a playful expression, he started to accept their position. Gazel never did like physical contact... but when it was Burn, he didn't mind being touched by him, however rough he may be.

"Silly Tulip-head," the ice captain whispered, and he started to dance along when all his date did was grin at that.