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Dance with Me
Chapter 4 – Set me on fire
When he turned towards the bar and our eyes met his lips curved into a smirk.
"And so we meet again, Polkadots."
Polkadots? Wait … that was my underwear when I went to the academy.
Even greater. Mr. Mysterious was a pervert.
I narrowed my eyes at him before turning around to serve the other customers. I ignored his comment. I didn't want everyone else to hear about my pattern preference. It would seem as if I consciously flashed my underwear to him. Which I definitely didn't.
"Wait, Mikan." Koko said suddenly grabbing my arm. It was a good thing I didn't have any glasses on my tray because if I had they would all have toppled.
"What?" I accidentally snapped at him showing my irritation to Natsume's comment.
"Actually, you can clock out now." He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Is there something wrong?"
"Nope," I wanted to jump over the counter and hug him to death. "You just saved my butt." I grinned at him before immediately turning to leave.
I pass by Hotaru, give her a smile and immediately dash outside.
I've had enough things to think about for the day. I didn't need Mr. mysterious adding anything more to the plate, thank you.
The next day got me in a slump again. This time the reality of the results had finally sunk in. I really wasn't accepted. And if I didn't get my priorities straight, I probably wouldn't stand a chance.
"Get up, Mikan." Misaki called from outside.
I didn't move a muscle. I think I even held my breath.
"Mikan?" She said as she opened the door to my room. I steadied my breathing and kept my eyes closed as I feign sleep.
"Is she awake?" I heard Tsubasa ask from outside the room.
"I don't think so …" Misaki trailed off.
And then quite suddenly there was a thump.
"Then this is the perfect time to get some," I could hear some wet noises and then a loud moan from Misaki. OH MY GOSH! Are they really going to do it while I was just a room away?
"What if she wakes up?" Another moan followed by a sigh.
"She won't." He simply said. Correction, I'm already awake.
"But Tsubasa," A louder moan this time. "You're always … Too … rough." An even louder moan.
I keep on rolling around the bed trying to find a spot wherein I wouldn't be able to hear them. I gathered the pillow as I rolled and then …
Thud.
I rolled out of bed.
There was suddenly a suppressed chuckle that was unmistakably from Tsubasa-senpai.
"Should we continue?" I heard Misaki ask and from the tone of her voice she was suppressing her giggles.
"Maybe we should." Replied Tsubasa-senpai. There was a muted thump that sounded like something hitting the wall.
These two were playing with me. UGH!
"Fine, I'm getting up!" I said immediately jumping from the floor and heading out the room. "Geez, you two are deadly when you team up."
Misaki looks up at Tsubasa while Tsubasa looks down at her. There's a bright smile on Tsubasa's face that I've never seen before. But I knew without a doubt what it meant. Lovestruck idiot.
"We are, aren't we?" He says his eyes twinkling brightly.
"Really?" Misaki says sarcastically. "I hadn't noticed."
I was impressed by Misaki's composure. Other girls would probably have had ogled at Tsubasa when they saw him like that. But Misaki wasn't like his other girls.
I knew for a fact that she knew about Tsubasa being a player. And I was sure she was going to make him really work for a chance to get together with her. She was really good for him.
"So are we going to practice?" Tsubasa said turning to me.
"Yeah," I sighed. "But where?"
"I have keys to the club," Misaki said with a shrug as she rummaged in her purse.
"How?" Tsubasa and I said simultaneously.
"They're Ruka's," She said as she handed them to me. "Since he usually goes with Hotaru, he doesn't need the extra set of keys."
I saw Tsubasa tighten his hold on Misaki's waist. I tried to stop my eyebrow from rising. Possessive much?
"Since you guys are all set," She easily got out of Tsubasa's hold on her. "I have classes I need to go to."
"Classes?" I said furrowing my eyebrows.
"Acting classes," Misaki replied with a smile. "I'm not anything big but as long as I work on it I'm sure I'll get bigger parts."
She kissed Tsubasa on the cheek and then gave me a hug.
"Well," I said. "Good luck."
"Good luck to you too!" She called out to me before she exited the apartment. There was a glint in her eye that made me feel weird. But I just shook the feeling off.
"Give me five minutes to get ready," I looked at Tsubasa-senpai before slamming the door in his face. Serves him right for thinking of doing those things while I was around because I knew for a fact that he was the one who enjoyed messing around with me.
I sighed. I really need to get my own apartment.
Later in my practice with him, I finally got what her look meant. And let me tell you it wasn't good. His practice was pure torture. I didn't remember practices with him being like this before. Tokyo can really change a lot in a person.
Between my tiring part time jobs and my grueling practices with Tsubasa-senpai, Natsume always seemed to appear at the times when I was actually free. I would have acknowledged him if we had met properly but that encounter seems to keep pushing itself back. Let's just say I was fine with us just being strangers. Well, maybe I did want to get to know him.
I exited the bakery that I worked in during the mornings smelling cinnamon all around me I tried to clean up but there's only so much you can do without a shower and a change of clothes.
Misaki helped me get this job as well. She told me a friend of hers needed some help I her bakery. Little did I know that people who own it was the pair customers back at the club. The owners were Anna Umenomiya and Nonoko Ogasawara, the two that was with the girl with the perm the other day. I was happy that they were nice. And baking wasn't that troubling at all.
I held back a shiver from the cool morning breeze that seemed to want to make my thighs freeze. I knew wearing a skirt so early in the morning was a dumb thing to do. But I had no choice; I didn't have money to spare to buy myself some new clothes aside from the one I brought along with me. So now I was ready to bust my ass out working for new clothes and my own apartment.
"Yo! Polka." Natsume suddenly walked up to me as I headed for my apartment building. Talk about my weird stalker arriving just in time.
I ignored him, wrapped my coat tighter around myself and continued walking.
"You won't talk to me unless I properly introduced myself, right?" He grumbled. "Fine. I'm Natsume Hyuuga."
The surname sounded familiar even though I was sure this was the first time I met someone with that name. I shrugged it off and turned around to face him
"Mikan. Mikan Sakura" I smiled up at him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know Polka." I narrowed my eyes. "Hey it's not my fault you gave me a glimpse when you turned and ran."
"I did not give you a glimpse, pervert." I said through my teeth.
"Well, you did, Polka." He leaned down to my level and smirked at me. Did I tell you he was about a foot taller than me?
"Pervert."
"Polka."
"Pervert."
"Ichigo-kara."
"Wha-? You peeked again!"
"It's not peeking if you let me see it."
"I do not!"
"Do too."
"Do not!"
He sighed getting annoyed. I felt my lips curve into a triumphant smile. "Whatever," He simply shrugged it off. "I need your help."
I crossed my arms. "I don't want to." I pushed past him and continued my walk to my building.
"I need you to teach me." I stopped immediately when I heard his words. And I looked back at him.
"You didn't pass?" I furrowed my eyebrows. From what I could tell from the other night, even if his talent was still raw, he was probably one of the best male dancers that auditioned.
He snorted. "Of course I passed."
I turned and continued walking. Arrogant dipshit.
"Oh, come on," I could almost see him whispering curses behind my back.
In no time at all he was already beside me matching my pace.
"Leave me alone," I grumbled, irritated at him.
"As much I want to …" He trailed off. "I need your help."
"I take it that you know that I didn't pass," I muttered simply no longer denying the fact. "So, what would you want with a girl like me?"
"Fire," He said simply almost as if he was just commenting about the weather. That had me stopping.
"And what?" I placed my hands on my hips. "Do I look like two pieces of wood you can rub together?"
"Actually—"
I cut him off. "Don't even bother answering." I raised my hand to his face. I continued my walk back to the apartment.
"Come on," He said. "I'll pay you if that's what you want."
"You have ten other girls that passed that could help you get this 'fire'," I said air quoting the last word. "You wouldn't even need to pay them because I'm sure they'll be the ones stampeding to get that spot. What would you need with me?"
"You're different," He said simply.
"Different how?" I rolled my eyes. "Is it that I actually eat and don't puke after every meal unlike most of those girls? That isn't something special."
"To most dancers, it is," He shrugged. "But that's not it. Unlike them, you have fire."
"I just told you, I don't know what this 'fire' is," I frowned at him. "I'm not a piece of flint you'd strike against steel just to get a spark."
"You sure know a lot of ways to light a fire," He muttered.
"You sure do talk a lot," I countered at him stopping my walking.
"Believe me, I don't enjoy having to talk a lot." He replied.
"Well, goodie, because you're not required to talk at all."
"Matters say otherwise," He shrugged then sighed. "At least, help me once. Then, you can decide if you want to continue or not. The offer for payment is still up."
I thought about it for a moment. One class wasn't going to be that bad, right? At least I'd get some extra cash from it. And the sooner I get enough money for my own apartment, the better.
"Fine," I sighed. "This Saturday at around 10 a.m. or so?"
"Deal,"
"Where will we meet?"
"I have keys to the club."
Of course he'll have keys to the club. Almost everyone else has them. Except me.
"You better not be late," I narrowed my eyes at him before I hurried back to the apartment.
I was scared that I might end up regretting this. At least it was finally Friday night and I had little to no part time jobs during the weekend. Well, except for my class with Natsume.
At least I could ease of my tension tonight at the club.
I tied my hair up in a ponytail as I tried to fan the back of my neck. The place was packed but that was what you would expect on a Friday night anyway.
I had to work my ass off with the great number of customers we had for the night. I was upset. I might not be able to get some time on the floor tonight.
My eyes locked into a pair of crimson eyes and I felt my heart go erratic. Of course my heart would pick this time to go berserk. I looked away from him so that he didn't notice my shallow breathing.
"Natsume~!" I looked towards him again when I heard his name being called out. None other than Luna Koizumi screeched as she sexily sauntered and grabbed Natsume's arm.
"Natsu!" The girl from the other day that had her hair styled in a perm easily glided and grabbed his other arm.
"Sumire," Luna sneered.
"Luna," Sumire sneered back.
Natsume effortlessly disengaged their hold on him. "What do you want?" He lazily drawled. I don't think he'd even at least bother listening to whatever they said.
I looked away from their exchange and went back to the bar for some rest. My feet were killing me from walking back and forth the bar and the tables.
When I was finally sitting on an empty barstool I felt someone breathing down my neck that had induced goose bumps all over my body.
"Care to dance?" He whispered in my ear.
"I can't I'm working," I breathlessly replied.
"I've come to know that this is also part of your job." He simply replied.
"I'm tired," I reasoned instead.
"I'm sure that has never stopped you before." He said grabbing a hold of one of my hands. "And besides, I'm sure you need it. I sure as hell want to see you dance again."
I bit my lip to keep from smiling at what he said. His eyes suddenly darkened with an expression I wasn't familiar with.
"Fine," I gave in. "As long as you dance with me."
"If I have to dance with you I at least want you to answer a question."
"And what is it?" We stop in the middle of the dance floor the crowd parting a bit to get a good look at us.
"Do you think I have some fire in me?"
"You have a spark in you but, that's it. You don't have the fire burning in your eyes." He leaned down.
"Then," He whispered in my ear. "Set me on fire."
I looked up in his eyes and tried to decipher his feelings. There was still that spark but for all I knew I didn't have a clue what it would take to make it glow let alone make it set him on fire. But I would try.
No.
I was going to make him burn.
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