Stage of Emotion
By Ropsie
Author's Notes:
It's been ages since I sat down to write the next chapter for my stories.
For all of those out there, I'm really sorry and no, I'm not 'dead' yet.
My friend asked me to continue this fic and since it's hols now, I can
get back to writing again. I bring you back "Stage of Emotion"!
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Track Four - A GIRL?!!!
It has been a few weeks since then and Fuuko and the rest of her band were
practicing hard to learn their music and steps. Their dance instructor Neon
was a beautiful woman who seemed to have her eye on Kurei. For somewhat
reason, she would also linger longer around Kurei and was always giving all
kinds of reasons to teach Kurei more than the others. To the others, it was
blatently obvious that she likes Kurei a lot. Unfortunately, Kurei was not
interested in her.
"Reiji, you're not following the others according to the beat. We have to
start all over again." Neon lectured. Fuuko blushed red in embarressment.
Behind her, she could barely hear a suppressed snicker from Kurei and a
whispered "monkey" comment. This time, Fuuko turned red but not from her
previous embarressment. Oh no, she was fuming mad now.
*Oooh...that Tokiya baka and Kurei baka. Are they trying to get into my
nerves?* Fuuko thought angrily, trying to calm herself down and control
herself for not strangling the two.
Fuuko felt a warm hand on her shoulder and she looked to her right. Besides
her, Raiha smiled warmly at her. Fuuko felt her heart quicken and her cheeks
tinged slightly pink. Of all the other members in Xavier, Raiha was the
nicest guy. He was polite, gentle and caring. The ideal boyfriend that all
girls want. Kurei was your typical "bad boy" but if you're his lover, you're
bound to have the wildest ride of your entire life. Last but not least, Tokiya
Mikagami. Fuuko didn't really know Tokiya very well. All she knows that he was
forever irritating her with his monkey comments and it didn't help that he was
so damn handsome at the same time. It wasn't fair that someone could be so good
looking and so irritating all at once.
Soon, Fuuko lost herself to the music and was in another world of her own. She
was dancing to the catchy beat and she didn't miss a beat. Shake hips. Slide one
two three. Shake hips again and clap hands. With a twist and dropping her weight
down, she pose for the last time. Behind her, the others followed in time and
they held their last pose until the last of the music had disappeared.
"That was excellent, guys. Class is over. You can now go off and get changed out
of those sweaty clothes." Neon clapped her hands. She sucked in one deep breath
when Kurei walked past her without giving her a glance. Well, why not? He was
wearing this fitting black tank top that showed off his six-pack abs that were
still glistening with beads of sweat. That and a pair of matching black cargo
pants, Kurei was set and ready to be Mr Sexy 2003.
Fuuko let out one long breath and took a small towel to wipe off some of her
sweat. She took her time to wipe away her sweat so that the others would finish
changing and then she could use the changing room in private. Fuuko waited
patiently and soon, the guys exited the changing room one by one. Fuuko walked
in just in time as Tokiya exited, looking immaculate as usual. Now, she has
the changing room all to herself. Humming to herself a few bars of the music
that they were practicising with, Fuuko started to pull off her T-shirt and
revealing the bandages underneath that bound her chest.
~~%%%~~
On the other hand, the rest of the Xavier team were checking up what's on their
next schedule. Joker was busy engaged with his handphone and waiting for their
private bus to arrive. Raiha and Kurei were just sitting on the chairs, chatting
to each other. As for Tokiya, he was simply leaning on the wall looking like he
couldn't care anything less. A lock of silvery hair fell across his eyes and
Tokiya lifted his hand to brush it off. At the same time, he also realised that
he had forgotten to wear his watch. He must have left it behind in the changing
room. Tokiya stood straight and walked towards the men's changing room. As he
walked closer, Fuuko's soft humming from inside became clearer.
Three steps away.
Two steps away.
One step away.
Tokiya's hand twisted the door knob open, startling the resident standing inside.
Pale blue met violet-blue briefly and lowered down to the chest area.
For the first time in his life, Tokiya was speechless as he stares at the
obviously female Fuuko, who was desperately trying to hide her bindings but it
was no use. Tokiya had seen everything. There was no question about it. Reiji
was a woman.
*Guess, the cat's out of the bag now.* Fuuko thought miserably to herself.
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Next Chapter: Fuuko tells her secret to Tokiya.
Vote Review:
Looks like Tokiya is winning the race by the looks of it. What happened to all
of the Kurei or Raiha fans?
By Ropsie
Author's Notes:
It's been ages since I sat down to write the next chapter for my stories.
For all of those out there, I'm really sorry and no, I'm not 'dead' yet.
My friend asked me to continue this fic and since it's hols now, I can
get back to writing again. I bring you back "Stage of Emotion"!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - -
Track Four - A GIRL?!!!
It has been a few weeks since then and Fuuko and the rest of her band were
practicing hard to learn their music and steps. Their dance instructor Neon
was a beautiful woman who seemed to have her eye on Kurei. For somewhat
reason, she would also linger longer around Kurei and was always giving all
kinds of reasons to teach Kurei more than the others. To the others, it was
blatently obvious that she likes Kurei a lot. Unfortunately, Kurei was not
interested in her.
"Reiji, you're not following the others according to the beat. We have to
start all over again." Neon lectured. Fuuko blushed red in embarressment.
Behind her, she could barely hear a suppressed snicker from Kurei and a
whispered "monkey" comment. This time, Fuuko turned red but not from her
previous embarressment. Oh no, she was fuming mad now.
*Oooh...that Tokiya baka and Kurei baka. Are they trying to get into my
nerves?* Fuuko thought angrily, trying to calm herself down and control
herself for not strangling the two.
Fuuko felt a warm hand on her shoulder and she looked to her right. Besides
her, Raiha smiled warmly at her. Fuuko felt her heart quicken and her cheeks
tinged slightly pink. Of all the other members in Xavier, Raiha was the
nicest guy. He was polite, gentle and caring. The ideal boyfriend that all
girls want. Kurei was your typical "bad boy" but if you're his lover, you're
bound to have the wildest ride of your entire life. Last but not least, Tokiya
Mikagami. Fuuko didn't really know Tokiya very well. All she knows that he was
forever irritating her with his monkey comments and it didn't help that he was
so damn handsome at the same time. It wasn't fair that someone could be so good
looking and so irritating all at once.
Soon, Fuuko lost herself to the music and was in another world of her own. She
was dancing to the catchy beat and she didn't miss a beat. Shake hips. Slide one
two three. Shake hips again and clap hands. With a twist and dropping her weight
down, she pose for the last time. Behind her, the others followed in time and
they held their last pose until the last of the music had disappeared.
"That was excellent, guys. Class is over. You can now go off and get changed out
of those sweaty clothes." Neon clapped her hands. She sucked in one deep breath
when Kurei walked past her without giving her a glance. Well, why not? He was
wearing this fitting black tank top that showed off his six-pack abs that were
still glistening with beads of sweat. That and a pair of matching black cargo
pants, Kurei was set and ready to be Mr Sexy 2003.
Fuuko let out one long breath and took a small towel to wipe off some of her
sweat. She took her time to wipe away her sweat so that the others would finish
changing and then she could use the changing room in private. Fuuko waited
patiently and soon, the guys exited the changing room one by one. Fuuko walked
in just in time as Tokiya exited, looking immaculate as usual. Now, she has
the changing room all to herself. Humming to herself a few bars of the music
that they were practicising with, Fuuko started to pull off her T-shirt and
revealing the bandages underneath that bound her chest.
~~%%%~~
On the other hand, the rest of the Xavier team were checking up what's on their
next schedule. Joker was busy engaged with his handphone and waiting for their
private bus to arrive. Raiha and Kurei were just sitting on the chairs, chatting
to each other. As for Tokiya, he was simply leaning on the wall looking like he
couldn't care anything less. A lock of silvery hair fell across his eyes and
Tokiya lifted his hand to brush it off. At the same time, he also realised that
he had forgotten to wear his watch. He must have left it behind in the changing
room. Tokiya stood straight and walked towards the men's changing room. As he
walked closer, Fuuko's soft humming from inside became clearer.
Three steps away.
Two steps away.
One step away.
Tokiya's hand twisted the door knob open, startling the resident standing inside.
Pale blue met violet-blue briefly and lowered down to the chest area.
For the first time in his life, Tokiya was speechless as he stares at the
obviously female Fuuko, who was desperately trying to hide her bindings but it
was no use. Tokiya had seen everything. There was no question about it. Reiji
was a woman.
*Guess, the cat's out of the bag now.* Fuuko thought miserably to herself.
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Next Chapter: Fuuko tells her secret to Tokiya.
Vote Review:
Looks like Tokiya is winning the race by the looks of it. What happened to all
of the Kurei or Raiha fans?