And the Band Played On
She twiddled her fingers. She picked at the imaginary lint on her sweater. She was tempted to tie and retie her shoes. Anything to keep her from looking up.
Because, Toyama Kazuha knew, if she looked up, she would be so entranced, she would not be able to look anywhere else ever again. Okay, maybe that was a little bit of an overstatement but you get the general idea.
You see, it had been forty minutes at the concert already. The band was alright (oh, who was she kidding? She came because Heiji liked them.). But really, did they have to stand so close to each other? There was no designated seating in the theater, standing room only. And people were vicious. Heiji almost had to manhandle a couple of people earlier to keep the two of them together. She had almost helped; well, she would have, if she really cared about getting closer to the front. Honestly, she just tried to make sure she was close to Heiji. She didn't want to get split up.
But now the lights were down and the band was playing. The various shifting of the crowd had died down to the various people dancing with not much forward momentum. It was dark, but not dark enough that you couldn't see the person next to you. Actually, it was kind of neat. Not that she would tell Heiji that; she had fought violently to see a band she liked, but, as it always seemed to work out, he had won. Not that she minded getting a chance to see the victorious look on his face. It was almost worth losing for that. Almost.
In the faint light from the stage, she could see Heiji. He was reflected in soft blues and purples. Looking up at him, very discretely of course, she noticed something she couldn't believe she hadn't before. There was this little spot on the back of his head and, remarkably, it looked like all of the hair that covered his scalp came from it. She stared in almost wonder at it, trying to figure out how enough hair to cover an entire head (especially one as big as Heiji's) could come out of such a tiny spot.
She wasn't sure how long she stood there staring but it was at least one song because the applause snapped her out of it. She clapped as the band began their next song. Slowly, her eyes moved back to their focus on the back of her best friend's head. Thoughts wandered through her head but she didn't pay attention to them. One kept nudging at her brain, though.
'I want to kiss it.'
She blushed at the thought, trying to convince herself that she was being weird, influenced by the music, or the atmosphere, or anything that would explain why she would suddenly want to kiss this ahou. But the more she looked at the spot, the more she wanted to. And not only that. Thoughts of moving from the cute little spot on the back of his head, to his lips, to his neck…
"Oi, Kazuha. What are you looking at?"
She blinked, realizing that the band was taking a five minute break, the lights were up, and the subject of her thoughts was standing there, looking down at her. She blushed a dark red.
"N-nothing. Good set, huh?"
"I know I'm good looking, but try to listen to the band, huh? That's why I brought you, after all," he said with a wink.
"Ahou! I was not staring at you! How could you even think that!" She rambled on angrily, talking about how she was going to beat that smirk off of him. Eventually, the fight died down and the band started again.
And Kazuha kept her eyes preoccupied with the floor.
After picking the last hair off her right shoulder, she let her hands fall to her sides, deciding to just look down and think. Until she felt a gentle press on her left hand. She looked down to see one hand entwined in hers.
Two red faces, two awkward smiles, and one very eventful concert.
Author's Notes: Just a little something that was inspired Friday morning and was a long time writing. Expect a new one really soon because it's already written. It just needs to be typed up. And if anyone could tell me the name for that little bald spot on boy's heads? It would be very much appreciated. I've been driving myself crazy trying to think of what's it called.