Hey all, I'm back (finally), and have brought you a new story. I'll tell you now, this is a oneshot, not at all connected to my other oneshots. This particular peice was inspired by watching my crush at a dance last week...I didn't exactly enjoy it very much...that would be stupid Kim's fault...yeah anyway...I shall try to update Sibling Rivalry, but that might take a few weeks. Well, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hana Kimi.
Dance
Mizuki never expected to go to a dance, not only did she not know how to dance as a guy, but she'd also most likely be expected to dance with girls. Somehow, that just didn't sit right with her.
She'd tried everything to get out of this event, but it was doomed from the beginning. Everyone insisted she go.
For the past month the whole school had been a buzz with the news of a dance with the neighboring girl's school. It had been a feeble hope that Sano and Nakatsu would not want to go. There would, after all, be girl's there.
Yeah, and that was all Mizuki ever thought about...yeah, right. Sano was enough for her, and she didn't need a bunch of braty girl's getting in the way. (she was having enough trouble as it was)
And yet, the boy's had somehow pried her from the room and dragged her, kicking and screaming, to the dance.
Now what? She thought, watching her two popular friends blending into the crowd seemlessly. They had no worries about how to dance, or feeling stupid and awkward, and if they did, they hid it rather well.
Mizuki decided it would be the manly thing to do, to go stand by the snack table and pretend she didn't care that she wasn't dancing. It wasn't that far from the truth. There was only one person Mizuki wanted to dance with, and he was currently being malled by three or four rabid girl's. And from the looks of it, he was rather pleased with the attention.
Nakatsu also had his share of admirers, and even Mizuki had to fend off a few would-be-dance-partners. But it was obvious Sano was the main focus of the female members of the party.
Mizuki couldn't exactly blame them; her room mate was every girl's dream prince. What with his tall, dark, and handsome appearance; his calm, laid back attitude; not to mention his abundance of charm.
Really, it should be illegal for a guy to be that perfect.
He acted like a magnate, drawing all types of girl's towards him. Plus he was an excelent dancer, assuring that all eyes would be concentrated soley on him.
Sano moved perfectly with whomever he happened to be dancing with, effortlessly changing styles as he moved from partner to partner.
The high jumper was obviously enjoying himself, and that made Mizuki happy...sort of. She'd be happier if he was enjoying himself with her, not some blond bimbo.
Was watching him all she was ever going to do, she wondered idly, eyeing the snacks laid out before her. Would she end up watching him be happy with someone else, get married, have a family? That was a sad and painful thought, one she quickly discarded.
Mizuki's eyes zoomed in on the girl currently dancing with her crush. She was a small girl, and beautiful in a perfect, glass-like way. Mizuki wondered that the slightest touch didn't shatter her into a million peices.
She knew just how to move her slight body to keep a man's eyes glued to her form. She was dancing close to Sano, but they weren't touching. Her movements were like water, smooth and lulling, almost teasing.
Sano just smiled at her, not at all conserned by her obvious attraction to him. Why should he be bothered by it? She was very beautiful, Mizuki was forced to admitt this even as jealously gripped her heart. Why couldn't she be as beautiful as that girl, maybe if she had been, Sano might have liked her, even with this stupid disquise.
That dancer was soon replaced by a much taller, much...fuller...girl. She had no qualms about touching Sano, in fact she insisted on rubbing her perfect little body all over him.
Mizuki looked away, unable to take it, her eyes falling on the other girl. She appeared to be dividing her time between pouting at Sano and glaring at the intruder.
Mizuki stared at her thoughtfully. Was that what she looked like as well?
She suddered, what a horrible thought!
"What's wrong Mizuki?" Nakatsu asked, having briefly torn himself away from his own admirers. Misuki silently wished that Sano would do the same. "Why aren't you dancing."
For a split second she felt like panicing, what was she supposed to say? "I, uh...don't dance." Was the excuse that she gave. It was a flat out lie. At the age of seven her parents had made it their solemn duty to make sure their daughter knew how to dance. So by the age of 13 she could do about anything, from the classic waltz, to the more modern forms of ballet.
Nakatsu seemed disappointed by her answer, "Oh, that's too bad, it's a lot of fun." He said lamely, looking slightly uncomfortable.
Mizuki took pitty on him, and smiled, "I'll be fine here." He didn't look completely convinced, but he left anyway.
Mizuki shook her head, a small smile on her face, he was so sweet.
She wasn't left much time to dwell on this, as her eyes were inevitably drawn back to Sano.
He was now dancing effortlessly with both girl's at once. He was really quite talented. Mizuki wished she could dance with him as well.
She shook her head again, and turned back to the snacks, deciding to do what many a young man chose to do: Drown her sorrows in free food.
"You're going to get fat." A voice in the back of her head warned as she picked up her tenth cookie. She ignored the voice, deeming the worry as unimportant, and crammed the cookie in her mouth anyway. "Youre going to get fat, and Sano wont want to be int he same room as you." The voice continued sadistically, causing Mizuki to pause, her hand halfway to her mouth.
A loud fake laugh sounded from behind her; she glanced back over her shoulder to see Sano tangled up witht he girl with greedy hands. Apparently she had a greedy mouth as well.
Mizuki firmly drop kicked the little voice out of her head and stuffed the cookie firmly into her mouth.
How could he stand that, she wondered. Who know where else her slimy little hands had been, let alone her mouth!
She stomped down firmly on the sudden all consuming urge to tear that little tramp off her high jumper. She had to make due with imagining she were instead stomping on her pretty little head.
Sano deserved better then that.
Sano carefully dissintangled himself from the girl with octapus arms. She pouted up at him prettily, but he only appologised.
He could only imaging the fit Mizuki would have if she saw something like that. Sure they weren't technically going out, but it was only a matter of time.
He excused himself and looked arund the room his eyes searching for his pretty little crossdresser.
When he found her, she was furiously shoving cookie after cookie into her mouth.
Sano choked back a laugh, as she made his way over to where she was standing, and snatched the doomed cookie from Mizuki's fingers, "I'm sure there are other people here who would like a cookie as well." He said with amusement.
Her outraged gasp was followed closely by her head snapping around she she could glare at him properly.
"Sano!" She exclaimed, her glare lost in her shock. Her eyes darted passed him for a moment, "What are you doing here?"
Now that was a stupid question, "Saving the cookies from becoming extinct." He informed her with a grin.
She flushed slightly, "Well...I can see that, but why aren't you...you know, dancing?" Oh. So that was was this was about, she was feeling a bit left out.
Sano hated the feeling of guilt that rose in his chest to smother his heart, "I got bored," He answered with a careless shrug.
She didn't look like she believed him.
"And what about you? Why aren't you dancing?" He asked in return, already knowing the answer.
"I don't know how to dance." She admitted, looking away from him. That wasn't exactly what he had expected, but it was a reasonable excuse.
He pushed away the feeling that he should take her in his arms right then and there and show her just how wonderful dancing could be. But he couldn't, not yet. When they were free from school, and all the little lies that came with it, that would be the first thing he'd teach her.
"Would you like to go back to the dorm then?" He asked, if she wasn't having any fun, then he really didn't want to stay.
"Are you sure?" Mizuki asked hopefully, "We can stay if you want."
"Naw, I'm done anyway." He smiled at her, and led the way out of the dance. Soon, someday soon he'd get his turn to dance with her.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that, please tell me what you think!
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