You know the drill...we don't own the amazingly kawaii Troopers, but, still...it never hurts to dream
The Things People Do For Love
"Let's just go in. I can't wait to show Dajah-koi off," Naaza said. He offered a hand to his girlfriend. "May I, my lady?" Midajah, still slightly in awe over Shu's diatribe, shook her head then smiled.
"Of course. I can't wait to show you off, either." The finally made it into the gymnasium.
"Wow! Is this really the gym?" Chimi asked. It looked more like a dance club than a high school gym. With teachers, of course.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Midajah replied. "And I got the principal to sign a form allowing the DJ to play any kind of music. You know...uncensored Korn, Limp Bizkit, Papa Roach..." Shin and Shu slowly made their way over to the group. Shin was having technical difficulties walking in his platforms.
"Nani? No classical music?" Collective groan. "Oh, ne...I can't dance anyway..." he muttered. As if reaffirming his words, he swayed and almost tumbled into Touma. Shu smiled as he caught Shin. Again.
"Don't worry, buddy. I'll hold you up," he promised. Shin blushed. Collective "Awww..." Naaza, who had been playing with Midajah's long red hair, looked up and growled menacingly.
"What's wrong with you?" Ryo asked.
"Besides the obvious," Chimi added, sotto voce.
"It's that bakayaro Lance! What the hell is HE doing here? He doesn't even have a date, for Kami's sake!" Just then, one of Lance's VERY few friends came up to them.
"There you are, Midajah. Lance sent me to come get you. He's waiting over there." Naaza stepped forward.
"Wait just a damned minute! What the hell is Lance doing waiting for Midajah?!?" The guy backed up slightly.
"He's her date."
"WHAT?!?" Midajah yelled. "I'm Naaza's date! And even if I wasn't, I would NOT, emphasis on "NOT", date Lance! Not even if he were the last man on Earth and my very existence depended on my dating him for two seconds! Now, you go back over there to Lance and tell him exactly what I said!" The young man blanched, stammered an apology and left in quite a hurry. "I can't believe this! I didn't think even HE was so stupid as to try an idiotic scheme like that! He is SO dead!" Midajah muttered. Chimi decided to quickly and tactfully change the subject.
"I know! Let's go get the DJ to play "Freak on a Leash"! C'mon, Touma-kun!" She grabbed Touma's hand and pulled him after her through the crowd of students and faculty. Naaza, still steaming, turned back to Midajah.
"Would you like to dance, Dajah-koi? Oh, and by the way, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you how incredibly beautiful you look in green." Midajah blushed, her pale skin taking on a pinkish hue.
"Thank you, Naaza. I thought you'd like my dress."
"Only one small problem, Dajah-koi." Midajah looked at him in surprise.
"What's that, Naaza?" Naaza smiled slightly.
"I think your skirt's too short."
"Ryo's is shorter," she pointed out. Naaza snickered as Ryo fumed.
"Good point." "Freak on a Leash", by Korn, and JONATHAN DAVIS *huge envious sigh*, began to play. Let's dance, Dajah-koi!" He tugged her onto the dance floor. Shu looked over at Shin.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked. Shin shook his head violently, then stopped as he swayed on the 5-inch high sandals. ".... I'll take that as an iie. C'mon, Shin-kun. The only way you'll get any good at walking in those things is if you practice."
"B...B..."
"C'mon!" Shu drags Shin into the mass.
"Ne, there they go," Ryo commented absently.
"Mmmm..." Seiji answered, leaning backwards.
"Seiji!" Ryo cried, swatting Korin's hand away.
"But your skirt was riding up..."
"It didn't required you to stick your hand up it!" Seiji chuckled softly at his koibito's anger.
"I didn't mean to...it was an added bonus."
"For you or for me?" Another smug smile.
"Take it however you want, koneko no ai."
"How many times do I have to tell you: DON'T call me that!!!"
Meanwhile, on the dance floor...
"I didn't think you knew how to dance, Naaza," Midajah said. Naaza smiled.
"Did you think I was a klutz?"
"No. I just didn't know. Oh, God...what is the principal doing up on the stage?"
"Ahem...good evening, students. Is everyone having a nice time?" No response. "Ne, that's...good. Say, I have an idea! Let's have a nice, old-fashioned tag dance." Various mumbles of "Huh?" and "Nande kuso?"
"Everybody chooses a partner, then the music begins. If you want to dance with someone, then tap him or her on the shoulder. Got it?" Naaza and Midajah stifled snickers, as did many other students.
"What does he think this is? 1950? A tag dance?" Midajah muttered. Naaza laughed.
"At least we get to choose our partners. Would you like to dance, gorgeous?" Midajah blushed.
"Flirt." She put her arms around his neck as a slow song began to play. As they swayed, Naaza began to lose himself in the moment. Until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw...
"JUN?!?!?" Jun smiled happily.
"Konban wa Naaza-kun! Wanna dance?"
"Anou...let me see...IIE!!!"
"Why not?"
"As you can see, I already HAVE a partner." Jun wrinkled her nose.
"Her?" she asked, disdain evident in her tone.
"Hai, her. She's a much better partner than you."
"Ha! She's nothing more than a little slut!"
"Slut?!?" Midajah demanded.
"Hai! You stole my Naaza-kun from me!" Naaza was getting really pissed by this time.
"She didn't steal me from you! I left you!"
"But why?" she whined in that extremely irritating way of hers.
"Because. I. Can. Not. Stand. You!! Did you get that? Am I going to have to draw you a picture? Do I have to spell it out for you? Go. Awaaaay..."
"Not until you tell me what it is about me that you hate so much."
"Because you're so mean to Daisuke...because you have an annoying voice...because you're a controlling little bitch...the list goes on and on."
"That...that's not true!" Midajah sighed.
"Let's go over there," indicates farthest possible point from Jun. "Okay, Naaza?" They leave Jun standing there, openmouthed.
Meanwhile...
"Ah! Save me, Shu!" cried Shin, beginning to topple over once again. Shu reached over and caught him by the arm.
"Got ya!" Shin sighed in relief.
"My hero. Honestly, these things are murder. May I NEVER wear them again!" Shu smiled.
"I don't know, shin-kun...I kinda like them..."
"Ne, then YOU wear them!" Shin growled.
"Your feet are smaller than mine, koibito..."
"That's because you have big feet." Shu looked hurt.
"I don't..."
"Oh, gomen! I didn't mean it. I like your feet. It's just that I'm worried that I'll break my neck in these horrors."
"I wouldn't allow that and you know it."
"Aw...that's so kawaii!" Ryo chirped. Shu halfheartedly swung at him and despite the shoes he was wearing, Ryo dodged. Shin glared at him hatefully...ne, not hatefully, but you get it.
"You are rotten."
"To the core," Ryo agreed, smiling. "Honestly, Shin, don't be bitter. It's not that hard. Remember: heel, toe."
"I would be doing that if these things didn't twist my ankles."
"Then your ankles are obviously not strong enough." Shin sniffed indignantly. "I think that my ankles are just fine, domo arigato. At least my dress isn't as exposing." Ryo winced.
"You just HAD to go there," he grumbled, self-consciously pulling his skirt down, or, at least, attempting to do so. "You just had to. I hope I don't get mauled."
"Where's Seiji? He'll protect you," Shu asked.
"He WAS getting me something to drink, but I think he got lost in the mob."
"I wouldn't be surprised. It's like a moshpit," Shin commented.
"Moshpits are fun. Anyway, I'd better go find my knight in Korin armor. I really need to get a radio transmitter."
"Good luck," Shin told him.
"Domo, ja ne."
2 B Continued...
The Things People Do For Love
"Let's just go in. I can't wait to show Dajah-koi off," Naaza said. He offered a hand to his girlfriend. "May I, my lady?" Midajah, still slightly in awe over Shu's diatribe, shook her head then smiled.
"Of course. I can't wait to show you off, either." The finally made it into the gymnasium.
"Wow! Is this really the gym?" Chimi asked. It looked more like a dance club than a high school gym. With teachers, of course.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Midajah replied. "And I got the principal to sign a form allowing the DJ to play any kind of music. You know...uncensored Korn, Limp Bizkit, Papa Roach..." Shin and Shu slowly made their way over to the group. Shin was having technical difficulties walking in his platforms.
"Nani? No classical music?" Collective groan. "Oh, ne...I can't dance anyway..." he muttered. As if reaffirming his words, he swayed and almost tumbled into Touma. Shu smiled as he caught Shin. Again.
"Don't worry, buddy. I'll hold you up," he promised. Shin blushed. Collective "Awww..." Naaza, who had been playing with Midajah's long red hair, looked up and growled menacingly.
"What's wrong with you?" Ryo asked.
"Besides the obvious," Chimi added, sotto voce.
"It's that bakayaro Lance! What the hell is HE doing here? He doesn't even have a date, for Kami's sake!" Just then, one of Lance's VERY few friends came up to them.
"There you are, Midajah. Lance sent me to come get you. He's waiting over there." Naaza stepped forward.
"Wait just a damned minute! What the hell is Lance doing waiting for Midajah?!?" The guy backed up slightly.
"He's her date."
"WHAT?!?" Midajah yelled. "I'm Naaza's date! And even if I wasn't, I would NOT, emphasis on "NOT", date Lance! Not even if he were the last man on Earth and my very existence depended on my dating him for two seconds! Now, you go back over there to Lance and tell him exactly what I said!" The young man blanched, stammered an apology and left in quite a hurry. "I can't believe this! I didn't think even HE was so stupid as to try an idiotic scheme like that! He is SO dead!" Midajah muttered. Chimi decided to quickly and tactfully change the subject.
"I know! Let's go get the DJ to play "Freak on a Leash"! C'mon, Touma-kun!" She grabbed Touma's hand and pulled him after her through the crowd of students and faculty. Naaza, still steaming, turned back to Midajah.
"Would you like to dance, Dajah-koi? Oh, and by the way, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you how incredibly beautiful you look in green." Midajah blushed, her pale skin taking on a pinkish hue.
"Thank you, Naaza. I thought you'd like my dress."
"Only one small problem, Dajah-koi." Midajah looked at him in surprise.
"What's that, Naaza?" Naaza smiled slightly.
"I think your skirt's too short."
"Ryo's is shorter," she pointed out. Naaza snickered as Ryo fumed.
"Good point." "Freak on a Leash", by Korn, and JONATHAN DAVIS *huge envious sigh*, began to play. Let's dance, Dajah-koi!" He tugged her onto the dance floor. Shu looked over at Shin.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked. Shin shook his head violently, then stopped as he swayed on the 5-inch high sandals. ".... I'll take that as an iie. C'mon, Shin-kun. The only way you'll get any good at walking in those things is if you practice."
"B...B..."
"C'mon!" Shu drags Shin into the mass.
"Ne, there they go," Ryo commented absently.
"Mmmm..." Seiji answered, leaning backwards.
"Seiji!" Ryo cried, swatting Korin's hand away.
"But your skirt was riding up..."
"It didn't required you to stick your hand up it!" Seiji chuckled softly at his koibito's anger.
"I didn't mean to...it was an added bonus."
"For you or for me?" Another smug smile.
"Take it however you want, koneko no ai."
"How many times do I have to tell you: DON'T call me that!!!"
Meanwhile, on the dance floor...
"I didn't think you knew how to dance, Naaza," Midajah said. Naaza smiled.
"Did you think I was a klutz?"
"No. I just didn't know. Oh, God...what is the principal doing up on the stage?"
"Ahem...good evening, students. Is everyone having a nice time?" No response. "Ne, that's...good. Say, I have an idea! Let's have a nice, old-fashioned tag dance." Various mumbles of "Huh?" and "Nande kuso?"
"Everybody chooses a partner, then the music begins. If you want to dance with someone, then tap him or her on the shoulder. Got it?" Naaza and Midajah stifled snickers, as did many other students.
"What does he think this is? 1950? A tag dance?" Midajah muttered. Naaza laughed.
"At least we get to choose our partners. Would you like to dance, gorgeous?" Midajah blushed.
"Flirt." She put her arms around his neck as a slow song began to play. As they swayed, Naaza began to lose himself in the moment. Until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw...
"JUN?!?!?" Jun smiled happily.
"Konban wa Naaza-kun! Wanna dance?"
"Anou...let me see...IIE!!!"
"Why not?"
"As you can see, I already HAVE a partner." Jun wrinkled her nose.
"Her?" she asked, disdain evident in her tone.
"Hai, her. She's a much better partner than you."
"Ha! She's nothing more than a little slut!"
"Slut?!?" Midajah demanded.
"Hai! You stole my Naaza-kun from me!" Naaza was getting really pissed by this time.
"She didn't steal me from you! I left you!"
"But why?" she whined in that extremely irritating way of hers.
"Because. I. Can. Not. Stand. You!! Did you get that? Am I going to have to draw you a picture? Do I have to spell it out for you? Go. Awaaaay..."
"Not until you tell me what it is about me that you hate so much."
"Because you're so mean to Daisuke...because you have an annoying voice...because you're a controlling little bitch...the list goes on and on."
"That...that's not true!" Midajah sighed.
"Let's go over there," indicates farthest possible point from Jun. "Okay, Naaza?" They leave Jun standing there, openmouthed.
Meanwhile...
"Ah! Save me, Shu!" cried Shin, beginning to topple over once again. Shu reached over and caught him by the arm.
"Got ya!" Shin sighed in relief.
"My hero. Honestly, these things are murder. May I NEVER wear them again!" Shu smiled.
"I don't know, shin-kun...I kinda like them..."
"Ne, then YOU wear them!" Shin growled.
"Your feet are smaller than mine, koibito..."
"That's because you have big feet." Shu looked hurt.
"I don't..."
"Oh, gomen! I didn't mean it. I like your feet. It's just that I'm worried that I'll break my neck in these horrors."
"I wouldn't allow that and you know it."
"Aw...that's so kawaii!" Ryo chirped. Shu halfheartedly swung at him and despite the shoes he was wearing, Ryo dodged. Shin glared at him hatefully...ne, not hatefully, but you get it.
"You are rotten."
"To the core," Ryo agreed, smiling. "Honestly, Shin, don't be bitter. It's not that hard. Remember: heel, toe."
"I would be doing that if these things didn't twist my ankles."
"Then your ankles are obviously not strong enough." Shin sniffed indignantly. "I think that my ankles are just fine, domo arigato. At least my dress isn't as exposing." Ryo winced.
"You just HAD to go there," he grumbled, self-consciously pulling his skirt down, or, at least, attempting to do so. "You just had to. I hope I don't get mauled."
"Where's Seiji? He'll protect you," Shu asked.
"He WAS getting me something to drink, but I think he got lost in the mob."
"I wouldn't be surprised. It's like a moshpit," Shin commented.
"Moshpits are fun. Anyway, I'd better go find my knight in Korin armor. I really need to get a radio transmitter."
"Good luck," Shin told him.
"Domo, ja ne."
2 B Continued...