So, was this like, a date on a date? I-I mean, Silver's just taking me to a-a ball, there's nothing to worry about, is there? W-well, other than a dress, which I don't have, but he could easily make one. I think. maybe? I hope so.

Well, he did make the armor. A-and that. Ignore the blush, ignore the blush. Ohhh, I don't know what to do! Errrggghhh. M-maybe if I curl up on the bed it might go away? M-maybe. Hopefully- a voice broke into my thoughts- "Kira, I'm out. You can get in the shower."

Oh, this is a good distraction- "Okay, one moment." Okay, so, clothes, check, that, check, check and check. Looks like I got everything. I moved into the bathroom and undressed, already turning on the water for the shower.

Okay, if Silv could make armor- and that- he probably could make a dress? Maybe he could make himself a tuxedo. I wonder what he'd loo- no! Traitorous thoughts! The dress. What it'd look like. Yeah, that's safe. So, it'd be purple? Yeah, purple's a good color. Maybe down to the legs? No, just below the knees, yeah, that'd look good. Would it flare out? maybe at the hips, no, at the thighs, it flares out. Just enough. I think. hopefully.

Ugh! Designing a dress is hard! I know my knowledge of them is limited, but still it shouldn't be that hard! I mean, all I had to do was match with my shoes, stockings- or tights- bow, and- I blinked, pausing in my cleaning. Where did those thoughts come from? They certainly weren't from me. Wait- it must've been that again. Ugh.

I shook my head and continued cleaning, having another person's memories were annoying. Especially when you think that person is also you. So, the dress. Wait- maybe I could use those memories? Maybe. Hopefully. I will. They're not fading. Sweet. I smiled happily and continued cleaning and designing my dress in my mind.

Several minutes later, I was out of the shower and, with clothes on, standing in front of a thinking Silver. He started pacing. He stopped. "Okay- so, what if I let my magic flow through you and you, imagining the dress, start to form it. I'll just be the director through this, you'll have to do the actual creating."

Although I was dubious, I trusted Silver- "Okay." I hoped my voice was steady. "Let's do it."

Silver nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder, closing his eyes. I started focusing on what I wanted the dress to look like. Suddenly, I felt something like a cold bucket of water dumping over me, but it wasn't cold- it wasn't anything, really. I felt goosebumps rise up all over me, giving me chills.

"Okay, rise up your arm- whichever's you dominant one- and imagine the dress becoming solid and weaving together, imagine what it feels like, what it looks like, what it's made of, and most importantly, how it'll work."

His voice was distant- was this what Silver said it feels like whenever he's in a trance? It feels. . . relaxing. No! Focus on the dress- imagine it, make it, create it.

I felt Silver's hand fall away and my eyes snapped open. On the bed was the dress, and accessories, that I imagined and on the floor was Silver, groaning. Suddenly, I felt all the energy drain out of me, I almost collapsed to the floor, but caught myself on the wall.

"That- that took a lot more energy than I thought it would," Silver muttered from his position on the floor. "Totally not doing that again."

"W-well, at least it's made?" I suggested- to be fair, the dress was on the bed.

Silver pulled himself off the floor, standing up unsteadily. He quickly rebalanced himself and went to look at the dress I made. He picked it up and rubbed the fabric between his fingers- "It's well made. It'll hold up till, probably, the end of time if left alone." He looked at me and smiled, "Good job."

Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! Proudness moment! The blush couldn't ruin this moment. He moved over and patted my head, rubbing it affectionately, "Go ahead and get changed- I'll create my own tuxedo and we can go."

A little under twenty minutes later, we were on our way to the air docks. When we arrived, we quickly boarded the next one to Beacon- there were a few other people in fancy suits and dresses like us, so it wasn't awkward. Well, wasn't too terribly awkward. Five minutes later, we were landing at Beacon Academy's landing docks.

"You know, Beacon looks even more majestic when up close and at night," Silver commented, looking up at the CCT Tower. I could only nod in agreement. While Beacon looks amazing during the day, at night it looks ethereal. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards Beacon, "C'mon, let's find the ballroom."

I stumbled at his sudden movement, but I quickly regained my balance and followed him, letting Silver take the lead. We followed the other people who were with us towards another building on the campus. Even from outside, I could tell it was a party- the lights were on and I could clearly hear the music from outside. Though, I think that's just because of my enhanced hearing.

. . .also because the doors are open. Huh. Probably should close them- but hey, it might just be open to show that this is the place to go for the ball. Party. Thing. Whatever it was. Silver has me confused on what it is.

As we entered the doors, a long-haired blonde greeted us, "Welcome to Beacon's Ball! Please, enjoy yourself." Huh. It looks kinda like the. . . girl. . . Silv. . . talked. . . to. On the bike chase. In the middle of Vale. A couple of nights ago.

Silver really has to stop meeting the same people over and over again. I mean, honestly, I can't just go up to her and ask, "Hey, aren't you the girl from the mech chase the other day?" now can I? Aaand now Silver's looking at me. I- I think I said that out loud. Now he knows that I realized that I said that out loud and is now smirking.

Damn handsome bastard.

"Shut it," I muttered, giving him a glare.

He had the audacity for his smirk turn into a grin- "I didn't say anything."

"It was implied. Now, what're going to do?"

"Like everyone else does at parties."

What? "Like what exactly?" He's annoyingly vague sometimes.

"Stand around until something happens."

Oh. That- doesn't explain anything. Ugh. Damn annoying, handsome bastard.

Okay- I didn't think I'd get this done- but I did. Huh. YAY!

Freakin' Spring Break messing with me. Didn't think I'd get enough time to write between playing on Xbox, watching YouTube videos, listening to music, and working outside.

Ugh- but okay, onto the chapter: We get a look from Kira's point of view of things, and honestly? I think it's good.
When I was first trying to write this chapter, it didn't want to write- I kept on hitting blocks, and so I deleted the original write and started writing it from Kira's POV, and, really, I like how it turned out- flowed better, honestly.

Yes, Kira has a crush on Silver, and Silver has a crush on Kira. It's convoluted, I know. I hate it. but as long as it gets the plot going, i'm going to keep it.

Uhh, no Reviews for the last chapter- sooo, Favorite, Follow, and Review if you want.

There is a review: Reviewer 10.1- Uuuhh. No? I. . . i have no idea what that is. All he was trying to do was compress a ball of air, then blast it outwards in a direction- not unlike a kamehameha.

-FreohrWK

Also Kira's memories, but we don't talk about that; It's something that's just there and we're not going to talk about it. Nobody needs to know.

Additionally- there may not be an update the 25- mostly because I haven't even started writing the next chapter- chapter twelve. so uh, if there's not an update that day that may be why. Blame Spring break for making me lazy.