Chapter 7

Utau paced down the dark streets of the camp. She wanted to hurry, though she knew that she could fall down and sprain her ankles in her white, glittery high heels. She was decked out in a black gown, with a light shower of gray fabric. She sparkled with silver bits here and there. Utau's bangs were swept back into a ponytail along with the rest of her hair, making a long strand of her golden locks. She looked insanely beautiful, though she was disguised in the darkness. The ball only began at 12 after all-she had came early.

As she came near the big ball building, the huge doors opened for her, as if she ruled the world and were a queen. She stifled a laugh, then it turned into a gasp instead. The room was gilded with gold and silver, with huge marble columns going up to the ceiling. She saw that CN Blue was just finishing their rehearsal of "I'm a Loner." As Utau passed by Iam's pastry stand, she heard very clearly Iam screaming, "CN BLUE ROCKS!" Utau cringed. Crazy women.

She passed the stand and saw before her a crying, saddened, Amu. Even in her gown, she still looked pretty- it was pretty soaked though. Utau hurried to hug her and patted her on the back. "It's alright. It's not like Ikuto's going to kill you or anything. He just wants to dance. I heard he's a good dancer."

Amu glared. "That's because Iam taught him."

Utau's eyebrows nearly shot off her forehead- which would have been a bad idea. Iam teaching Ikuto? That was absolutely crazy. The other members of Girls' Generation were crowded around Amu too, even though they said nothing. Utau betted that they had already comforted Amu so much that they had nothing more left to make her feel better. Amu had single handedly worn out and squeezed every drop of soft, soothing words out of her pals' hearts. Creepy.

Lulu sang a bit out of Into the New World to practice her voice. Maybe Amu would feel better that way? Amu did. For about 5 seconds, because just as her were about to dry up- the members of 2PM had to come into the room. They each went to their partners- Rima and Nagi, Ima and Daichi, Utau and Kukai, Mia and Chris, Mai with anybody she could scrape up to dance with her, Lulu and Tadase, Yaya and Kairi, Iam and Yoru, and Amu with...she could barely even think the name of that horrid, pervert!

Amu could see that Iam was already dragging Yoru over to her pastry stand and picked up her guitar. She thrust it at Yoru, but he shook his head. She shrugged, then sat down herself and sang a tid bit of "I'm a Loner," she absolutely adored that song. She actually even got some claps from CN Blue and 2AM. Iam smiled. Then she set the guitar down and smoothed the wrinkles out of her rosewater colored gown. The top part was absolutely beautiful and elegant, made up of ribbons and smooth fabrics. The petticoats all floated down gently whenever she walked, making it an amazing dress.

Lulu was slim and slimmer in her blue gown, different shades with many layers. She had a beautiful top hat to match, wearing blue knee high boots to match. Her hair was down in many golden sunshine filled curls. Rima was very shocking yet highly pretty in her layered petticoats of purple and sakuras. Nagi probably made that for her, Amu thought inside her mind. And poor Rima, not wanting to ask Iam to make her a new dress, had had to wear it- she must be so pitiful. The twins, Mia and Mai, were stunning in the full skirts. The dresses were the same and the only difference was in color. Mia wore pink- the ribbons and her sailor hat were tinged in the lightest and loftiest shades, while Mai wore blue, and was very cute and cuddly, though those words were supposed to be used to describe Yaya, not her. And ahh, sweet Yaya, bouncing up in down with her brown curls and emerald green dress- it was 3/4's of an inch above the knee, making it very cute and still formal to wear to the ball. She hopped and hopped even though she was in wedges, and accidently stepped on Kairi's foot, but she was being too oblivious to even notice the pained look on her dancing partner's face. Amu wore a white and silver gown, gilded with golden ribbons and sequins on the top. The bottom was stunning, a full gown with hoops and had just the right amount of layers to make it look fashionable to wear, even though Amu had probably wanted to wear black instead of white- she looked good all the same. Ima, was a very, very interesting figure in the room, wearing crimson red, and was tight around the bottom, with many extras chunks (but not too chunky) of the layered fabric around the bottom. The top had a ruby corsage, and her hair was swept up in an updo.

The men admired the women, and then took each of them by the hand and went off in some private corner to talk and chat. Everyone looked comfortable, except for Daichi, Yoru, Amu, Rima and Kairi.

Daichi was having a hard time making small talk. He wasn't the type that Ima was, very outgoing and was willing to talk about anything. So it was quite strange that Daichi was trying to make small talk when Ima could talk about anything, from frogs to photographs to how to make fried rice. But Daichi's starters were something like the following:

"Did you try the punch? It tastes really good!"

"So, how was your day- mine was soo long, like, I had to do girly work, like doing the laundry, making lunch, buying beer for Ikuto..." (he gave a huge list of stuff, it was BORING!)

Mostly Ima shrugged, so she had a hard time trying to get a word in, since she was being silent and Yoru was just talking and talking and talking. Pitiful.

While with Yoru and Iam it was the exact opposite, well, not exactly...

Iam had started off with asking if Yoru could play the guitar. Yoru actually could not, and he embarrassingly admitted so. He couldn't find anything to say either. And he was a chicken when the members of CN Blue came over to Iam and wanted her to play some more music with her guitar- white and modern. He was a coward, the exact opposite of his cousin.

Amu cringed with fear. Ikuto was being the pervert that she hated again. Leaning over her, taking her hand when she was day-dreaming. They talked, just a tad bit, but she was so freaked out that she just sat in a corner and scrunched up into a little ball, Ikuto next to her, tall like a tree- Amu was the flower rooted to its spot for life.

And Kairi, poor Kairi, he couldn't think of anything to say, after all, Yaya was not his type of person. She rattled off about things that she wished about every night, while he sketched some things and just doodled inside his sketchbook. Yaya didn't even notice, so he was very upset. She was too oblivious, and he wanted to make her notice him. She was like a little girl that you just couldn't tame.

Rima was having a hard time dealing with Nagihiko, so she decided to think about the things that Iam would just adore about him- his old-fashioned speech, his tailored coats, his newspaper boy like hats...

"Rima-chan? Are you listening?" Broke her train of thought. And each time he did this, she would glare and not dare say a single word. She did the z-snap and the hair flip as a response, and he just laughed and asked her if she wanted to dance. Rima glared, and Nagi did the z-snap and the hair flip as a response, just as Rima had did. They glared, and the tension between them did not become smaller, only grew bigger and the minutes just ticked by.

And with all the confusion, what were they even to do?

ECCCCKKK sorry that i couldn't update sooner- thank god it's winter break. Maybe I'll get some more writing done. :D Reviews?