Ehehe.. I'm going to do a lot of unusual ones too. I made a poll, you know. Then you can vote for the character you want next. It's one where you have two choices one from IE and one from IE Go/Chrono Stone. Eventually I will do all of course, but now I can't decide which one to do, so you can. This time you can choose between Midorikawa and Yukimura.
Anyway, I hope you'll vote..
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Inazuma Eleven, Go, CS. There could be a bit OOC-ness..
Enjoy...
Only Eyes For You | Afuro "Aphrodi" Terumi
You stared at the envelope in your hands. It was the invitation to the fancy party your parents would hold that evening. You never liked these fancy parties. Even though you were the daughter of one of the richest families in Japan and your parents held these parties on a regular base, you still hated them. You never liked walking around in some pretty dress. Every guy walking after to get even the slightest chance on marrying you, on inheriting your family's fortune, on owning you. Not that you cared that much. They could try all they wanted, but they wouldn't get you to the dance floor. You didn't like dancing, to be touched by men in such an intimate way, to be led around, to throw your independence away. Or at least, that's how you saw it. When a woman danced with a man, they had to become a whole. One being.
You shook your head and ripped apart the envelope. Then, you threw the pieces in the dustbin and just as you turned to your dresser, someone knocked on the door.
"Mistress? The dress my lady ordered has arrived. She wants you to wear it tonight. It has been laid in the bathroom." You heard the steps fade away again as the maid walked away.
"Ugh.." You sat down on your bed and then sighed, falling backwards with your arms spread.
"Marriage.. Why am I the only child in this family? The only things my mother can think about is that I ensure a good heir to the family fortune.. She doesn't care about what I want.. Only that she wants me engaged, so that I can marry some guy the moment I turn eighteen." You glared at the roof of your canopy bed.
A few hours later you were reading a book, still laying on your bed. Then, someone knocked impatiently on the door.
"(F/n)! You get ready for the feast, right now! It starts in less than an hour and I want to see you in that dress downstairs in three quarters, you understand!? If you are not there by then, I will make the bodyguards kick your door down and drag you towards the bathroom where I shall knot a corset so tightly that you can just barely breathe!?" She gave one last knock on the door and then the high heels faded away. You stared blankly at the door.
After ten minutes you still hadn't moved an inch, your face still staring blankly ahead. Then, you finally got up and walked towards the door. You got out of your room and walked towards the bathroom. After you locked the door, you turned around and faced the bathtub, still the same blank expression on your face. After you took a bath you put the towel around yourself and walked towards the chair on which an actual simple black dress was laid down. You looked at it for a moment and then picked it up. You let the silky fabric slide through your hands shortly and then pulled it over your head. It reached your ankles and it fitted your slim posture perfectly. It was really plain, no frills or curlicues and simple shoulder straps. You took the long, black gloves and pulled them on. The black heels you would wear this evening stood in the corner, but those you would put on after you had done your hair. Or let it be done.
"Mistress? Shall I do your hair?" The maid knocked on the door.
"Yeah, sure." You unlocked the door and then made your way towards the dressing table, the maid following behind. As you sat down, the maid took a comb and brush from the dresser and then started on your hair.
You let out a deep sigh as you stood on top of the grand marble staircase. You twisted one of the stray locks that framed your face around your finger. Your hair was pinned up in an elegant bun. Then, you shook your head and walked down the stairs.
"..and I want you to go around with champagne and you.. go set the appetizers more straight. Honey, go tell the cooks to start cooking." Your mother was ordering everyone around, even your father.
"Of course, honey. I will. Ah.. (F/n)?" Your father's mouth nearly hit the ground. Your mother turned around too. Was it your imagination or was that a little smile on her lips? But even if it had been true it was gone again. She nodded in approval and then returned to ordering the staff around.
"You look wonderful, dear." Your father smiled a little. "But I have to go to the kitchens now. Do not try to test your mother's patience, okay?" After you nodded, he turned around and walked off.
"Mother? Is there something I should do?"
"No, just wait here." You sighed and sat down at the bottom of the stairs.
"Excuse me? Would you like to dance?"
"No." That had been the tenth guy you had turned down, but you didn't care the slightest. You had roamed around the room for an hour and you've desperately been trying to reach the balcony. You took a glass of wine from one of the many trays and swiftly moved past the many people when you finally spotted the open door.
You let out a deep sigh as the cold breeze blew across your face. You leant with your arms on the balustrade and started circulating the wine in the glass, staring absent-mindedly at it. After some time you heard a deep sigh and you looked from the corner of your eye how someone was leaning on the balustrade next to you. He had armpit length, blond hair tied into a ponytail and he was wearing a black suit with a blood-red tie. The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, but you felt him stealing glances at you. Just as you wanted to tell him to fuck off he opened his mouth.
"I didn't know the lady of the house had a daughter."
"Ah, well, you learn things along the way, non?" You replied coldly.
"You certainly sound like her."
"What!?" You turned towards him, your eyes spouting flames. He merely glanced at you from the corners of his eyes and then sighed. He turned towards you, but left one of his hands resting on the balustrade.
"Don't take it the wrong way. Your voice only sounds the same, not the words that come out of your mouth."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." You leant back on the balustrade again, staring angrily into the night. He chuckled. You decided to ignore him, but he had put his mind to talking.
"That just proved it. Anyway, I suppose you're opposing your mother, right? Seeing your fierce response on being knot together with your mother."
"So what if I am."
"No reason. You're drinking because of that too?" You stiffened a bit and then placed the glass on the balustrade.
"No, I took it out of habit. I always take one glass of wine on nights like this."
"I see." He returned to his former position too. Now it was your turn to steal glances at him. Then you sighed and hung your head for a moment before throwing it back, making some of the locks fall out of the bun.
"Why do you sound so high and mighty?" You looked towards him again with an examining glance. He turned his head toward you, surprise glinting in his eyes.
"Do I? Hmm.. could be.. I suppose there is still some of that left." The surprise was exchanged for thoughtfulness. You squinted your eyes slightly as you tilted your head.
"What?"
"Oh, I.. sometimes feel.. like I'm superior to humans.."
"Say what now?" He sighed.
"Some years ago, I went around as a.. eh.. god and now I sometimes feel like a lot of people are inferior to me."
"Aha.. So you think that you're be-" He cut you off.
"But you're an exception for some reason."
"Eh?" You frowned.
"I don't know.. I suppose I like you, despite the fact that I just met you." He shrugged.
"Oh.. Well, to be honest, you're the first person I've had a normal sort of conversation with in weeks."
"But your parents hold these parties on a weekly base, right?"
"Oh, yeah, they do, but everyone only thinks about 'getting' me. They only want to dance and have something with someone of a high rank. My mother only cares about continuing the family name and my father automatically goes along with her."
"So you don't dance?"
"Not with anyone I don't know. Not with one of those guys inside with their hungry eyes."
"Hmm.." He seemed to think for a moment and then he suddenly grabbed your hands, placing one in his own and one on his shoulder. He then put his arm in your side and pulled you closer. It all happened so quickly that he was already leading you around the moment his intention sunk in.
"What do you think you're doing!?" You sputtered and removed your hand from his shoulder, but your other hand was trapped in his hand as was the rest of your body by his other hand. He rolled his eyes and dipped you, making you grab his shoulder again to make sure you wouldn't end up on the ground.
"Dancing." He said as he pulled you up again.
"Why!? I just told you I wouldn't dance with anyone I don't know!"
"Hmm.. then ask some questions." He swivelled you around.
"Eh? Uhm.. what's your age?" You just went along.
"I'm nineteen. You?"
"Seventeen. Eighteen in a week." He nodded, both in acknowledged and for you to continue.
"Where do you come from?"
"Korea."
"Korea? But your name is Japanese.."
"My mother was Korean and my father Japanese." He shrugged.
"Oh.. What god were you?"
"Aphrodite, but everyone called me Aphrodi." You chuckled.
"Aphrodi, huh? The goddess of love?"
"Yeah, stop laughing. Only those I played against still call me that."
"I see." You regained your composure and straightened your back again. "Since you played against people, what sport did you play?"
"Soccer."
"What position?"
"Midfielder." He dipped you once more, never breaking eye contact.
"Lovely.." You said, entranced by his eyes. His face came closer to yours and you moved towards his, but just as you were about to kiss, you suddenly realized what you were doing and moved away again. He stayed in his position a little longer and then pulled you up again. When you stood up straight again, he let go of your hands and smiled.
"Now you did dance with a stranger and got to know him along the way. Glad to be of help." He gave a small bow and kissed your hand, making you blush. Then, he turned around and walked inside again, leaving you dumbfounded behind.
After some time of pondering, you made up your mind and you walked back inside too, slipping through the crowd. Then, you reached the edge of the dance floor. The familiar ending tones of the song on which one should actually dance the Foxtrot flew across the dance floor. You saw the pairs line up again and you saw the violinists getting ready to start with the striking tones of the Tango. Then, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you to the middle of the room, when he reached it he stopped and made you swivel into his arms.
"Care to dance another one with me?" You looked up into the slightly smiling face of Aphrodi. You blushed a little, feeling everyone staring towards you.
"I can't turn back now, can I?" You straightened yourself en placed your hand on his shoulder and your other more firmly in his hand. He smiled broader and placed his hand in your waist. Then, the violins started and you forgot everything around you. Only Aphrodi was of importance now. You smiled contentedly as he pulled you along, dipped you, pulled you up again, turned and twisted you, stepped away from you and then back towards you again, so closely that you could feel his heartbeat. Then, there was the end drawing near. You jumped in the air, he keeping you up for a second, then landed again, swung your leg backwards and then placed it forward again between his legs while he moved one of his legs back too, making you lower yourself while he kept you up, your lips only inches away from each other.
"What's your name?" You whispered to his lips. He smiled.
"That would be Afuro Terumi. Your name?"
"(L/n) (F/n)."
"Lovely.." He whispered and then closed whatever little gap there was between your lips. Halfway through the kiss he pulled you up, but didn't break the kiss. Then, you heard coughing and the two of you broke the kiss. You saw your mother smile at you. Only for a little while, because the next moment it was gone and she moved her head to signal that the two of you should either dance one more or get off the dance floor.
"What do you want?" Afuro asked as he twisted his finger around one of the locks framing your face.
"Hmm.. they are going to play the Viennese Waltz next. Do you dare?"
"Says the girl who didn't even want to dance at first."
"Shut up and get ready." You said and straightened yourself into the starting position, waiting for him to do the same. He chuckled and did as he should.
"Fine then." And the two of you danced for the rest of the night, kissing at the end of every dance. Your mother smiling whenever she caught a glimpse of your happy face.
Fin~
Okay.. I was doubting between Shindou and Aphrodi for this story, but I thought Aphrodi was more fitting.
Anyway, not that you think I have any idea how these dances go. I watched the ending of the Tango like twenty times to describe it properly.
Oh, and about the drinking.. Here in the Netherlands you're allowed to drink beer and wine when you're sixteen, though in a couple of years it will be moved to eighteen, but then I'm that too, so no worries for me there.
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