There are those times of my life that led me being questioned and puzzled. The times when I left myself contradicting the norms of human beliefs, only to be influenced by none other than my own ideologies.
What makes one to be known as a hero?
Generally speaking, a hero can be described as the one bringing the greater good in everything around. With the heart as pure as untainted sea, their goal is only to realize the best for others.
They are also hard-headed. In the best of ways, that is.
If there is no enemy, then there is no rock for them to jump on towards their goal. And if there is, they will fight their way through it. Giving up have never been an option for them. Challenges, torture, sacrifices. All do they willing to go through for the sake of defeating the villain.
...
Personally speaking, I absolutely hate heroes.
Aside from being majorly active in achieving their goals, heroes often take full notice in cherishing the deeds that is done from others, whether it'd been done for themselves or the good of others. This, catalysed the utmost humility in a hero, further portraying themselves as a saint. That is for others who sought their lives following the footsteps of those heroes.
But humans aren't perfect. And heroes – in the real world – are humans. Thus, despite their amazing personalities, heroes aren't perfect.
They can never able to acknowledge everything and everyone that helped them become who they are . But to think, those people to forget the ones who truly brought them to be known as heroes, is truly frustrating. The feeling is further alleviated, if they are being ignorant about it.
Just like everything else, what happened or who made happen that people are given the attention as heroes? Flowers are made of seeds. Clouds are made of water.
What are heroes made of?
Or a more specific question, how do heroes exist?
The same as others, heroes first exist as humans. Can only they later be established as heroes is by doing a heroic deed.
And said deed is undeniably, defeating the villain.
...
I really hope it's becoming a bit clearer for me now.
Heroes won't exist without the presence of a villain. Does it imply for the same as villains though?
No. Villains, have their own specific goal that just happen to be evil in the eyes of the norm. And heroes are their obstacles, who just so happen to stop them from achieving their goals.
And knowingly, the villain would eventually lose and the people that strived in defeating them finally achieve their main objectives. Being announced as heroes. They became the angels and the villains are known as the devils of mankind.
Heroes... feed on those people they bluntly call enemies. Even though it was to the gratitude of their battles that brought them to the place they are now.
It's obvious that you can't say they are as evil as their antithesis. But you have to say they are one slick parasites.
Simply, heroes, beneath their heroic personalities, are just ignorant attention whores.
"Onii-chan! Haruno-san is already here!"
...
But one can still hope.
"Yeah, coming."
Even in this cruel world, I strongly believe there exist those who live to be the true heroes.
"Hurry, Onii-chan! You shouldn't keep an elegant woman waiting!"
...Even though I don't know what it takes to be a hero yet.
"Please define 'elegant' for me, Komachi."
...
Considerate?
"Mouuu, just hurry up, Onii-chan."
Doesn't care being known as the bad even though they are doing the good?
"Yeah, yeah."
Willingly being labelled as a villain even though doing the works of a hero?
"..."
"Oh? Haro-haro, Hikigaya-kun!"
"...Yo."
Like someone as selfless as that exists.
I stopped at the door, lazily nudging my foot into the expensive formal footwear. A pair that I couldn't complain about buying since it wasn't something that came out of my pocket. Truthfully, if I had to return the stuff bought for me from Yukinoshita-san's purse right now I'd been stripped naked.
Instead of staying inside her grand limousine, she stood courtly at the side of the car slightly laying her weight to it. Her smile grew larger at the sight of her toy getting ready for playtime. And her dress seeming to glow under the brightness of the moonlight.
With a sigh, I started to walk to her direction until a tug on my sleeve brought me back in place.
I turned around while knowing the owner of the hand that is currently stopping me from walking.
"What is it, Komachi?" I asked considerately. Probably as an act of appreciation for helping me out in getting ready.
"Your tie," With a smile that portrayed the small fang in her mouth, her hand made its way to my tie that was loosening around my neck.
"Oh yeah, didn't see that." I took the time for her straightening up my tie to take notice on the quality of my attire.
As Yukinoshita-san had spoken and seem to actually be obvious, the parties that we will be attending to are those that are formal and require proper wear. Thus, having to save from all the trouble she bought two pairs of formal suits, much to my disagreement that supported the notion of only buying one.
Rich people.
For tonight, after much ideas from Komachi's side and much compliance from my side, the suit you often see in movies starring some spy in a mission that is impossible is being worn. White-collared shirt, and a black suit topping it off.
Gotta say it's one of the ways to alleviate my self-esteem.
Seeming to take much longer than it should, Komachi quietly hums while fiddling on my collar in trying to get the tie in a better position. The girl was yet to don herself on her nightwear. Her loose clothes that almost be seen dropping gave her shoulders a quite reflection to the moonlight. The Kamakura-alike picture at the centre of her shirt emanated her cheery demeanour. And with those shorts that barely covered her thighs, got to remind her not staying out for too long.
"All done." After the final touches, she cups her hands below my shoulders for awhile to take a finishing look on my face. Probably to remind me to refrain from using my usual expressions in the ball.
This goes on for a while, which led me slightly uncomfortable at the moment. Short before I was about to say my farewell, she curled her lips and patted my chest.
"Have fun, Onii-chan." Talking about expressions, the smile I register her giving wasn't one I encounter often. It is one of the rare times between Komachi and I that leads to equally rare smile.
Reason is still unknown.
"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Komachi."
"See you later, Gomii-chan."
"You know you don't have to wait for me, right? You might end up sleeping late."
"Are you telling me to watch PreCure alone? Besides, it's the weekend tomorrow." Right. I forgot.
"Okay, just don't strain yourself. And don't forget to record it."
"Aye aye, sir." I don't recall winking as a part of a salute.
"And don't watch it first yourself."
"Of course not!"
I gave her a last pat on the head, the Hikigaya clan proud ahoge dangling left and right. The girl grumbled at the sudden gesture.
"Then, I'll be going."
"Have a safe trip home." I walked to the limo while waving to Komachi's direction. Then greeted by a smiling vixen that has undoubtedly watching the entire ordeal.
"Quite a considerate little sister you have there, Hikigaya-kun. I must admit I'm quite jealous."
"Yours might just have a different way of showing it, you know? And good evening, Yukinoshita-san." She chuckled at my response.
"Yes recently, I must honestly say I can see that." The lack of sarcasm in her tone made me quite relieved.
Although I'm still curious. "What do you mean?"
"May I suggest we continue our conversation in the car, Hikigaya-kun?" She asked while opening her side of the door.
"Sure." I followed suit as my side of the door is opened. Before entering though, I manage to see the cheeky smile on her face as she have herself entering the large limousine.
Peeking first to the inside of the car, I can see why.
"...Yukinoshita-san."
"Yes, Hikigaya-kun?"
"May I first give praise to the size of this limousine, in which is undoubtedly large, even the seats."
"Why thank you, Hikigaya-kun. Although you're talking like it's the first time you're in here." Stop pretending to be oblivious, woman.
"Yes. But, may I also say..." I stared at the vast space behind her as she almost took half of the space for the seat at mine.
Simply said, if I'm going inside here, there is no different from sitting in a bus packed with people.
"...You're not putting it in good use."
"Oh my, what makes you say that, Hikigaya-kun? Unless you're oblivious to how I'm able to take your space in the car due to the large space it provides, I don't see how your accusation cannot be false," she responded in an innocent tone to my statement. Thus, I was left there to sigh.
After months of arguing with this woman, and after months of losing those arguments with this woman, I had myself the time to master in the art of compliance. And those experiences are telling me to relent to her schemes.
Yukinoshita-san gave me some space in entering the car and scurried back to her initial position, that is interrupting my personal space. The window was rolled down to give Komachi one last wave.
"See you later, Onii-chan!" While tilting her head to the side to get a better look at the person beside me, "Good night, Haruno-san!"
The girl in return waved goodbye as the limousine started moving to the destination. After Komachi is out of sight, the side window is closed.
I tried to get myself in a better and comfortable position, that is physically giving her a hint to offer me some more space. Likely so, being conscious about our close contact somehow entertained her even more as she scooted herself closer at every chance I tried to push her away.
After minutes of countless trials, I simply gave up. With a glare and a sigh to her direction, the woman replied with a sly chuckle and contented herself by lying her shoulder against mine.
And the journey after that was quiet. As the moon finally shows itself to the fullest, I looked out through the window, cherishing the beauty of it.
At the moment of silence, I took the time to savour the current atmosphere in the limousine. And my vision dropped to the person beside me.
It wasn't clearer before, but the dress she's currently wearing is now painfully obvious. Seeming to grasp her body comfortably without being too tight or loose, her equally black dress seem to emanate the aura of elegance of the wearer. It also did well in covering her shoulders and a cutting to the side of her leg was unnecessary as it is already loose enough to provide her room for proper movement. Her hairstyle was kept the same as it have ever been and black hand socks were worn, reaching to her elbows.
After glancing at the black heels at her feet, my eyes strayed to her waist and the part that I am uncomfortable of the most. Which is also the one she would also test my patience with. Or might I say, the ones.
...On the bright side of tonight, the woman is fortunately less exposed than she usually was. If I could say without getting the usual teasing as a comeback, I would've suggested for her to keep this choice of attire in all the parties attended.
"Am I causing any interruption, Hikigaya-kun?"
"Huh?" My eyes darted quickly to her face as to prevent from giving her ammo to shoot me with. Unfortunately, ammos were still given and she shot me with an amused chuckle.
"I was saying, was I causing you any hindrance in asking for your presence every week?"
...What?
"What's with the shocked expression, Hikigaya-kun?" I took further control of my expression after her question. Before answering, I slightly coughed...
"No, it's just..," I pondered to find the right way of saying it, "It's unusual having to hear you actually being considerate of my opinion." At my statement, she curled her lips to a pout.
"What do you take me for, Hikigaya-kun?" She stopped for a moment, and continued, "I just thought this might just affected your family or something."
"How is this affecting my family?" As if I just asked something stupid, Yukinoshita-san turned to me in slight shock.
"You didn't see it?"
"See what?" Incredulously, I responded at her confusing question. A part of me thought it's one of her ways to play on my mind.
But these days, I think I could let my guard a little bit down.
Upon my obliviousness, she relented with a sigh and settled on resting her head on the headrest behind her.
"It's nothing," she phrased with closed eyes and a smile on her lips.
Silence came visiting once again, with the audible sounds being the revving of the limousine and the tranquil jazz music currently playing on the radio.
...
"...It's not a hindrance."
"Hm?"
"I also thought it's quite an alternative for me in spending the countless free times I have." Truthfully, I voiced my thoughts.
"I see..."
"Besides, it ought to give me a faster exposure towards the lies of society." Again, I voiced my thoughts truthfully.
The woman giggled slightly at this as I felt the pressure between our shoulders strengthened. Seconds after, she responded by scooting closer until our hips gently collided.
Her lips slowly moved, as if her voice was having a hard time letting out. Until she spoke in a whisper, "Are those your only reasons, Hikigaya-kun?" In a true Yukinoshita Haruno style.
Obviously not going with her ways, I simply responded...
"Oh yeah. Free food." Fighting my urge to look her in the eye, I instead turned to look at the front while also fighting my embarrassment at her sudden gesture.
Gotta say after weeks of adapting to her schemes, The Great Wall of Hachi is still standing strong.
Hearing my answer, Yukinoshita-san once again pouted while playfully crossing her arms with a "Hmph."
My goodness, that is so not you. And please refrain from crossing your arms.
"We are here, Yukinoshita-sama." The voice of her driver heroically saved my eyes from wondering dangerous lands. For that, I mentally offer my gratitude to you, good sir.
At the announcement, I turned to the window to get a first view at our designated location.
The Grand Palace, as what was written on the front. And I honestly feel it deserved its name.
Seeming to have an imperial theme to it, the exterior of the hotel is surrounded by large pillars, painted in the colour of thin peach. People are already seen crowding at the entrance, greeting any person they meet a.k.a people that are able to increase their personal gain. This is one I had expected, hence I turned my head back to the view of the hotel, looking for anything that took my interest.
...
Well. The balcony looks nice. Got to remember going there when I get bored.
"It's huge," I commented.
"Wait till you see the interior." Instead of turning to her, I kept my gaze to the hotel.
"You've been here before?" I asked.
"Yes. Yes, I have."
At our short exchange, we reach the red carpet. After saying our gratitude towards the driver, both of our respective doors are opened by the guards in charge outside.
"Thanks," I spoke to the man in which he replied with a smile and a nod. I then turned to her side of the car. While her left hand holding on gracefully to the palm of the escort, she made her way to mine.
Perhaps by instinct, my left arm was bent giving way for a certain person's arm to hook itself onto it. Upon seeing this, her lips curled in amusement and gladly does it upon reaching my side.
"I see you're well accustomed to this now," the girl spoke in a teasing tone.
"Oh, I hope not." Giving myself a mental slap to the brain, we continue our walk on the carpet.
At her exact arrival, the sudden increase in attention and whispers are ones I've familiarized with. Yukinoshita-san as expected handled the situation with ease, waving with utmost grace at her current bystanders.
And obviously, the countless stares would also drop on me. Ones that undoubtedly filled with jealousy, despite having their own partners in hand.
Come on guys, if I could switch places with you right now, I gladly would. Have fun living your life haunted by a malicious, sadistic psychopath.
Striding through the heavy atmosphere, we finally reach the line of partners waiting for their turn in entering the main hall. Why entering it needed to be in queue is still unknown for me, though.
It was then the sound of a man announcing, echoed from the main hall.
"Introducing, Hijikata Toushirou, and his wife, Okita Mitsuba." The man's voice echoed through the hall, gaining the attention of the people below. Yukinoshita-san however, unknowingly grinned at this.
"It's one of those where they introduce the people who enter. I suppose this is the first time for you to experience this?"
"Yeah. They really went with the classical theme, huh?"
"I have to admit it does give them more class." I have to admit too.
A couple of partners went by after the other, and the atmosphere of the main hall gradually came into view. The newcomers would enter from the top of a grand staircase, descending as their names were made known and later join the group of people below.
Minutes after, the people in front of us are cleared and we slowly made our way to the announcer's side.
With a voice as rasp as Morgan Freeman's, he asked, "How may I address your arrival?"
Come to think of it, we didn't even briefly discuss on how the man was about to introduce us. As if it might be something that needed discussing, I suppose.
Leaving it to the person hooked to my arm would be a better solution.
"Yukinoshita Haruno, and Hikigaya Hachiman," Well, what do you know? Doesn't seem that hard.
"My fiancée." And a boisterous cough was being let out on my behalf.
Paying no heed to my sudden reaction, the man slightly bowed with a faint, "Understood," and turned to address the hall.
"W-Wait." Upon hearing my calling after the few seconds of coughing, the man fortunately relented from announcing immediately and turned to my direction.
"Yes, sir?" Mentally thanking the man, I drop my gaze to the woman in an annoyed glare.
"What are you trying to do, woman?" The girl seems unfazed however as she sported her usual smile.
"Hm? Whatever do you mean, Hikigaya-kun?" Consciously knowing our banter would get us nowhere, I sighed and addressed the clueless announcer once again.
"Sorry for the inconvenience. I'm not actually a fiancée of hers," I corrected simply.
The bearded man chuckled understandingly and responded, "Then, should I just address you as her partner?"
A part of me was still being reluctant about it, and her statement after alleviated it all the more.
"I guess that works just as well. Don't you think, Hikigaya-kun?" she continued, "I do believe the word 'partner' holds the equivalent meaning to the one I've just suggested." The teasing tone of hers aggravated my annoyance all the more and my brain couldn't help but agree to her statement.
At the final moments, I racked my brain to counter her scheme and came to a decision.
And I mustered it to the man in charge.
"A-Are you sure?" It wasn't something that would tremendously break the tradition, and it is equally simple as to prevent any misunderstanding.
"Positive."
"U-Understood..," Despite the stupid decision I've made, I suppose it is still tolerant for the man to bear.
"Introducing..." At this, we stride closer to the front, giving the people below a closer view on what is above. Heh, I guess it also gives the chance for people on the above to gaze down the people below. This is a view I can't see forgetting.
"Yukinoshita Haruno..," At the mention of her family name, eyes can already be seen darting to the top, hoping to gaze on the apprentice of such a prestigious family.
"...and her k-kouhai, Hikigaya Hachiman." Ahh, dude. Sorry about that. Haven't seen a person blatantly asking you to introduce themselves like that, huh? Thank you for your effort and tolerance.
Nodding to the man as a token of gratitude, we descended down the stairs accompanied by curious stares that had no doubt was wondering about our introduction.
I suppose it's easier this way. Save the time and energy for me and her to answer any curious thoughts of the guests. Although they should've been used to this by now.
Making our way downtow- I-I mean the staircase, a stifled giggle was heard on my left. Holding on to my left arm as she tried to control herself, Yukinoshita-san phrased...
"Honestly, I didn't expect you to pull that card." Preventing any confusion from the people below, she closed herself to my shoulder to cover her extremely amused expression.
Oi, oi. If you're doing this, then that introduction would've been for nothing, you know that?
"That was the only card I can pull," I responded while simultaneously trying to increase our distance.
After letting out all giggles stored in her throat, she gave out a wistful sigh and gently presses her arm on mine once again.
Reaching the surface of the ball, she lets out a final statement, "You have no idea, Hikigaya-kun."
Group of guests came swarming in our direction, which mainly consist of females that I assume as her colleagues or business partners. Some were already familiar faces, and some occasionally greet me with a simple "Hello, Kouhai-kun." Which I replied with an equally simple bow.
Given the perks of being a mere high school student, their conversations aren't ones that I need to force myself into joining. Thus instead I turned to scout the foods and beverages served here with my vision. Although I hope the woman would lose her grip on me so I could go ravage the free cuisines.
Instead, I was dragged to follow her around, much to my own displeasure.
"Umm, Yukinoshita-san. I would really like to indulge myself in one of the many nourishments here." I asked politely.
"Oh? What a coincidence, Hikigaya-kun. I am just about to bring you to it," she responded amusingly.
"Where are we going?" I questioned as the woman cheerfully greeted a coming acquaintance.
"Where else? We're going to the main table, of course. My parents are already there." Oh, right. I forgot. The Yukinoshitas undoubtedly would have their own private seats in these kind of establishments. Well, the wealthier the better. There's ought to be first-class dishes served there.
"Can't wait," I voiced my thoughts.
Yukinoshita-san turned to me and asked, "Hm? For what exactly?" What else, woman?
I chose to not answer the question and instead survey the current surrounding.
Under the reign of a beautifully lit chandelier, a group of orchestra members are seen to be the centre of attention when it comes to providing tranquil and serene music. And truthfully I could say, they are doing a job well done. The slow tempo of jazz seems to perfectly flow into the atmosphere in the ball.
"We're here," Yukinoshita-san notified while I savoured the scenery. Turning my gaze to the front, a large circular-shaped table covered with white silk and golden patterns on its surface came to view. A plaque was put on the centre of the table reading: The Yukinoshitas.
Two figures were seen already sitting in their respective chairs, surrounded by their own acquaintances, each trying to get a chance to socialize.
Upon seeing our arrival, the leader of the Yukinoshita family asked for their privacy and stood up with a smile on his lips.
"Finally here you two. What took you so long, Haru?" Perhaps having a good time, the man asked cheerfully.
"Sorry, father. Hikigaya-kun seems to have trouble choosing his clothes for tonight." Oi, oi. You putting the blame to me, woman? Even though the notion is true?
The large man laughed proudly and continued, "I suppose that's understandable right, Hikigaya-kun? We should always wear the best, to beat the rest, so that in the fest, we can dance with such tremendous zest." That was quite a jest, that I truly can't protest.
"Your poetry is strongly agreed, sir." We both let out a chuckle at this. After interacting with this man for quite a while, the both of us found a mutual understanding in crappy jokes.
Gracefully finishing the sip of tea, his wife continued, "Do join us, Hikigaya-kun. Haruno, please do me a favour passing that sugar, dear." Her finger gestured to the small bowl containing small cubes of sugar.
"Yukino-chan's not here yet?" While politely handing the bowl to her mother, she asked.
"She texted me just a while ago. Saying she will be arriving in a few more minutes," the woman answered while gracefully turning to me with a smile with reasons unknown.
Taking Yukinoshita-san's offer, I took a seat at the opposite of her husband while the daughter takes the seat beside me.
"Yuki might be taking a while due to the traffic that's definitely going on outside. We might as well feast on the food first. What do you think?" Although I strongly second that notion, the decision is apparently in the hands of the wife as he turned to her for confirmation.
Taking a few seconds to ponder her decision, she answered, "You might be right about that. Wouldn't want the food to get cold." I mentally agreed.
"I suppose we could. We'll have them bring another batch when Yukino comes," she decided while smiling back to her husband.
"Well then..," with a small clap, "Let's eat."
Strong patience was needed to prevent me from eating the food right then and there, as I slowly unwrap the tissue covering the utensils. With the spoon and fork at hand, I began my main agenda in coming to these parties.
We continue our eating session while initiating some small talks between it. Mostly Yukinoshita-san talking about her recent social gatherings that she'd been attending to represent the Yukinoshita family. The father came about discussing their business issues and his wife commented every now and then. While I find peace in savouring the mouth-watering cuisine with comfortable silence.
Yukinoshita's presence was not yet to be seen as all of us finished that was on our plate.
"The food's great!"
"Delicious, indeed."
"Umm, waiter? Seconds please."
"Ah. Me too." Both of the woman on the table chuckled.
Finishing our second round of delicious food, the man spoke,"Yuki's still not here yet? Must have been quite a traffic outside," with a mouthful of spaghetti, much to his wife's annoyance.
Gently wiping a smear of sauce on his cheek with a tissue, her phone was heard ringing inside her purse.
"Oh? That must be her." Grabbing hold of the purse, she reaches inside to obtain her ringing phone. Swiftly looking at the screen of the phone, her lips curled and she answers the call.
"Evening, Yukino. Are you here?" the woman asked.
"I'm glad... Yes... Yes, we did." It seems Yukinoshita had questions of her own as the mother continuously answering to it.
"Thank you for the thought, Yukino... Sorry?... Ah," The woman briefly chuckled and turned her head to my direction with a smile, "Yes, he's here." My face was painted with slight confusion at her gesture.
"We'll be seeing each other soon then, Yukino. Goodbye." Putting her phone down, she addressed her husband as he was also looking at her waiting for an answer.
"She already arrived. It seems she's still queueing at the line of partners up there," she mouthed while looking briefly at the grand staircase.
"She didn't want to talk to me?"
"Yes."
"You should've said you didn't ask there, honey!"
Ignoring the small banter that was currently initiated between the couple, I opted to turn my head to the orchestra band. It was then a number of partners started filling the area around the vast ceramic tiles.
"It's starting, huh?" Yukinoshita-san spoke.
"Guess so." And I responded.
As all the partners were ready to start; hand-in-hand-and-waist-and-shoulder, the beautiful sound of violin then started it all.
After all the musical instruments chiming to join in, the ball dance has officially started.
And as if waiting for the most perfect moment to enter, the long-awaited partner have finally arrived.
"Introducing, Hayama Hayato, and his partner, Yukinoshita Yukino." I'd be damned if I don't remember that voice in the future. Forget you not, Mr. Announcer.
Instantly, eyes gawked above to the grand staircase including ones that owners are already dancing in the ball. Couldn't really say it was a shameless act, since both parties in a majority of the partners are doing the same thing. I bet dancing with the two of them are something they put up on their bucket list.
I suppose it was the formal wear, when I distinctly see Hayama donning the same suit as I am currently wearing. Yukinoshita's however, seem to glow under the lighting of the chandelier. The colour of light blue painted her dress and surely I say that it's the same type of dress her sister's wearing.
Mystical. It really was.
Despite having elegantly descending down the stairs, Yukinoshita was visibly jerking her head left and right even though Hayama was currently sporting a calm demeanour. The girl was behaving as if she was looking for something that is lost somewhere around here. Her long, raven hair briskly follows the motion of her head.
"Is she looking for us?" I decided to ask, mildly confused at her behaviour.
"I do wonder..," the woman beside me responded with an unknowingly sly tone.
It was then her hand was registered grabbing hold of my arm.
"Hikigaya-kun?" I turned to her.
"What?"
"May you do the honour?" she asked with a smile. I wouldn't have a problem with it, but I'd have expected her to wait for her sister's arrival first.
"Sure." I answered with a shrug. I suppose the sooner the better. I can have myself some dessert if this finishes earlier.
Curling her lips further, the both of us stood and my arm was immediately and expectedly latched on.
"Excuse us, father, mother. We'll be joining them in the dance," Yukinoshita-san asked for permission as she turned to her parents.
"Hm? You're not waiting for Yuki?"
"I can go annoy her later. It seems Hikigaya-kun can't wait for our dance."
"Oi." Her father laughed at this as he obviously knows the truth. The mother was visibly hesitant as she struggled to spoke while looking at me for some reason.
After seconds, she finally relented and spoke, "I suppose it's fine. We'll send your regards to them, informing her where you are." She agreed with a smile.
"Thank you. Then, we'll be going." After a formal bow, we began our walk to the centre.
At the moment Yukinoshita-san pressed her first step to the ball, eyes were already seen staring at our direction. Men, that obviously couldn't wait for a chance to take her for a dance.
Is it possible that you could immediately change partners after you enter? Can you please ask her for a dance right at the start so I can go get myself some mighty cream puffs I saw in the tray just now?
Stopping right in the middle of dancing partners, the woman faced me with a smile.
A smile that I believe as one that she should wear at times like this. One that I always see her wear while dancing with others. One that seems to be a strong wall, sealing whatever it is behind it, that I am sure isn't Mexicans.
I wasn't sure to feel contented or repelled.
The both of us bowed courteously, as she had taught me the steps in a few months ago. I got myself delved into the tempo of the music as to get my mind ready.
Her right hand gently touches my left, our palms slowly connected. The left landed on my chest as her fingers briefly tapping playfully onto it. Due to her high heels, I had to only jerk my head down slightly to have a full view of her face.
As to make myself more comfortable, I settled in placing my right hand slightly above her waist. The soft fabric in her dress and her own natural curve came into touch.
Convincing my mind that the pout that was accused to have briefly formed on her lips was a play of the eye, we joined in the flow of the smooth music.
After two months of countless parties being participated with this woman, the art of ball-dancing, as proclaimed by Yukinoshita is something I have eventually mastered. We moved gracefully left and right as the eyes of amazement can be felt at the back of our heads.
I would've described it more specifically, but the author have no idea how.
"You're really quite a fast learner, Hikigaya-kun," she complimented, I assume.
"Well, if something was forced to someone, one would inevitably comply to it."
"Eh? But I don't remember insisting you to learn it, though."
"Miss, may I remind you that you have knocked on my door and informed my parents as an act of getting me to budge from my house," she chuckled at this, so I continued my rant, "fully knowing of your place in society until my parents had no choice but to agree."
"You're saying like I did something cruel. Did you not see the clearly happy faces of your parents when I said that? Someone finally got their son out of his nest." Someone 'beautiful' too, as what they said. But definitely not telling her that.
I settled on grumbling to the side, much to her amusement as she looked on with a slight chuckle.
After that, we danced in peaceful silence as the soothing music continuously played. Staring at the orchestra band, I thought having Yuigahama singing right now would've been a nice addition.
As the music slowly continues, or it might just have been because of that, her soothing voice filled my ears.
Thinking I've stared long enough, I turned to glance the person in front of me.
And it was too perfect to be taken aback.
Might I say it was a rare sight, as her expression wasn't one that I would always encounter. Her face was filled with melancholy, but not one I'd say she's currently remembering her past...
As if she is cherishing the things she have now?
...
...That smile, though.
As she grew notice on my stare, the woman turned her face to mine. I did nothing, only to blankly gaze at her as our breaths collide.
Seconds after, she came back with the usual smile with the usual behaviour. And the music was put to a momentary stop.
Just as the music reach its final note, a man was already seen faking a cough behind her.
"Yukinoshita Haruno-san. May I?" Wow.
The woman smiled at the sudden introduction and turned to face the man.
"Of course." As usual, Yukinoshita-san will have some time to address the men in the ball while I'm given the luxury to roam free in scavenging the various desserts that this place have left.
And honestly, this is my favourite time of all.
"See you later, Hikigaya-kun," she spoke as I felt our palms were briefly pressed together softly before being separated. Might've been my imagination though.
Nodding to the woman, I make my way to the nearest tray of appetizers without having the time to spare a glance at the newly-formed dancing partners.
Minutes were spent devouring various kinds of desserts that I felt no urge to stop trying. Taking the high school kid card for granted, I grabbed the foods that took my interest without a care in the world.
Thinking I've had just quite enough, I settled on leaning at the nearest wall and stare upon the scenery in front of me.
Among the countless people on the ball, Yukinoshita was still nowhere to be seen. A thought of her dancing with one of the men on the ball came to me, as I saw the blonde gently danced with an overly excited woman.
Spotting Yukinoshita-san was much more of an easy task, as the woman was seen to finish a dance with a different man, bowing courteously while another was already waiting behind them.
Greeting the guy, the both of them joined hands as the man took the chance of placing his hands slightly below her waist with a charming smile. If I had the right to say, it was too close for comfort.
I could barely see the situation right now, as Yukinoshita-san smiled at his gesture while leaving her left hand from his chest. Said hand travelled behind her until it grabbed on to the man's right, bringing it further above her waist. The guy tried his best to maintain his cool demeanour as he coughed slightly to the side at her response.
Ahh, dude. Man. Ughh. That's like, where my hand was just now. And aint nothing you gonna get from that.
I'll have to pretend not to see it. The pain was so real, even I felt it.
"Shouldn't have made that move," I mustered with a pained expression trying my best not to feel apathetic towards the guy.
Unfortunately, the situation was so cringey that my stomach was felt curling inside digesting the foods I ate a lot faster.
"B-Bathroom..," Thanks, man. Luck will be better next time if you're not trying it to her.
I walked slowly as to prevent dangerous consequences from bursting a little to early to the bathroom.
Reaching the bathroom, I already felt that staying in there would be quite a long time.
15 minutes, I would say, were spent in the sanitary to finish my external excretion. Pushing the door, the scenery of the ballroom greeted me once again.
There wasn't much difference as before, except the atmosphere was slightly lighter from the start. Perhaps I felt more familiar to the situation.
Navigating the crowd, the presence of the popular woman was not anymore to be seen. Assuming she was just dancing somewhere out of my line of my sight, I settled in turning to my phone to know of the current time.
Switching it on, my eyes were greeted by a plethora of text messages on my screen.
Seriously, you women are this bored? And this is the way you came up with to fill that tremendous boredom.
Grumbling at the sight, I flicked the screen, with the intention of paying heed to the most recent messages that was sent.
Then I saw Yukinoshita's message that was informed to be just sent minutes ago.
Sender : Yukinoshita
Where are you right now, Hikigaya-kun?
…That's definitely a proper way to strike a conversation. What are you up to that made your text seem quite out of character.
I was about to briefly inform her on my current location, when a voice from behind was heard.
"Hikigaya Hachiman-san..," I turned to meet the entity. A female woman with a black vest that seem to be the uniform of the waiters and waitresses here meet my gaze.
"Pardon my intrusion," she spoke while bowing in formality. Bringing her head back up, the woman form her next words.
"Yukinoshita-sama requires your presence."
Following bluntly to the waitresses' footsteps, we passed through the gaps and corners between the surrounding crowds and partners. Being constantly on the move, I couldn't find the time to text to Yukinoshita of my whereabouts. Asking the waitress about our destination only led me being greeted in silence.
Thinking about it, why did I even agree to follow her in the first place? Knowing my name is one thing, but she could've obviously faked the information according to her vague answer on our destination. For all I know, I might get kidnapped.
In the move to initiate my bailing with my Hachi skills, the waitress suddenly spoke, "We're here."
Inspected the surrounding, the crowd of people was nowhere to be seen. It was without a doubt that we're currently somewhere deserted in the palace. My recent assumptions became clearer as I felt my heartbeat slightly gaining its beat.
It was then the woman pushed a large door, giving way for the wistful wind from outside toenter the interior. I jerked my head immediately to the scenery outside that was greatly driven by my adrenaline.
Gazing to the scenery outside, a lone person was seen holding to the rail of the location, surrounded by a variety of delicate, colourful flowers that furthered emphasized its appearance by the moonlight.
And I had to say, it also emphasized the unfairly beauty of the woman on the centre of it. More than it really should.
Yukinoshita-san turned her head to the door upon hearing it opened, and smiled at our arrival.
Further walking outside the palace I did, as the woman phrased, "Thank you for your help, Momo-chan."
The waitress that I was stupidly misunderstood of responded with a bow and proceeded to close the doors back to its place.
Then, the only people currently there were the two of us. Another gust of wind came to show, visibly playing with her mildly purple hair.
We stood in silence, gazes connected as the mutual understanding for a brief silence existed between us. Seconds after, the woman closed her eyes in contempt and gazed upon the view from her position.
I took that as a cue to continue in moving slowly forward.
It was then, as stupid as it sounds, I just realise the change of clothes that she currently gone with.
Contrary to the colour of her previous dress, this was coloured in soft white with elegant flowers decorating the various spaces on the said dress. But really, there was not even much of a space to decorate with that dress.
Because unfortunately, contrary to the style of her previous dress, this dress was emanating nothing but bodily exposure.
I believe this falls to the kind of a halter dress.
A strap was visibly hanging around her neck, obviously the only support in keeping the dress together. Her shoulders were fully exposed as it slightly reflected the colour of pink due to the moonlight. The dress grasped tightly around her upper body and waist, that I felt honestly uncomfortable staring, as it emphasized with great attention of her well-endowed body. Looking down however, her firm, long lower body came into view as the dress was also given a cutting at the side. Her legs became more visible at the blow of the wind.
As she turned back to see the scenery, her backside was also seen fully exposed, giving the viewer a luxury in seeing her soft skin tone. It was exposed fully, till it reaches to her waist as the fabric barely covered her whole body.
...Why do you have to torture me in such a way, Yukinoshita-san?
Put me in prison, have me starve in an island, steal all the MAX Coffees in Japan. All of this, I could honestly endure. But this….
This is just plain evil.
Shaking my head slightly in the hopes of strengthening my mind from delusional thoughts, I continue my stride to her direction. Eyes settled in staring at the full circle moon instead of being led astray to immature behaviours.
Why did you even have to change the dress, though?
"The balcony here is extremely fascinating. Don't you think, Hikigaya-kun?"
"Yeah. Was thinking the same thing when we arrived." Reaching her side at a respectful distance, I continued, "Was also thinking about dropping here when I had the time." I watched below, as a group of guests were already making their way out of the party.
"Oh? Then you're going to have me to thank for, Hikigaya-kun," she spoke in mild amusement.
"I guess so."
The both of us settled in admiring the view for a while, both pair of hands laying on the cold rail as an equally cold yet calming wind came through.
Truly, I would say, beside the exquisite cuisine that was being served, this is one thing in the ball I would never forget.
"Hikigaya kun?" as wistful of the wind inhabiting the atmosphere, the woman called.
"Hm?" I simply responded as I kept my gaze to the scenery.
"I might just find a way for you to do to thank me."
"Yeah? How?" One again, I briefly responded.
It was a second of silence after that, until the woman gracefully turned her body to face me. Mildly confused at her sudden gesture, I merely stared.
With her hand elegantly offering at my direction, she continued…
"Dance with me."
…
"We already did that," I responded. It was the truth, too. I have to say it was quite exhausting being in that atmosphere. And the apparent cleavage that was at her front alleviated my reluctance further more. When did she even start wearing dresses like this?
At my response, the woman settled in closing her eyes for a moment.
And as she opens her eyelids back, her lips curled into a smile…
…That smile.
"That is not entirely correct, Hikigaya-kun," she spoke as she scooted herself closer.
"I want you to dance, with me."
…And the reluctance that just came over went away as quickly as it came.
"Dancing without music would be hard, wouldn't it?" Unless you're already a professional, dancing without a tune is hardly something that can be done.
At this, Yukinoshita-san walked to the pavement that is slightly further from the balcony. At a nearby pedestal, a stereo was seen placed on top of it.
One hand holding the top of the stereo, she stared back at me with a smile.
Sighing softly at her response, I followed her footsteps.
Finding the best place to start, I settled myself at the widest place on the balcony that is the centre of it. The woman is seen getting the music in the stereo started. Looking down, the tiles were already made to indicate this as the centre as it patterned beautifully as a circle and where I currently stand as the core.
Hearing the faint sound of the first notes in the music, I turned to the place of the stereo, where Yukinoshita-san was already seen walking to my location. Not to be indecent, but her movement gave her legs quite the exposure every now and then and her… assets are seen to move constantly according to her motion.
Turning my gaze to the woman, at the sound of her heels tapping to the floor, our eyes met as I realized what kind of a woman I have been interacting with for the past few months.
…
Stay strong, Hachiman.
Reaching her destination, I knowingly offered my left hand in which she received with her right. Her opposite hand was then pressed to my chest. Seconds after, I located my hand to her back.
Instantly I remembered of her backside that was just now seen fully exposed. My hand was brought to a halt as I struggled in thinking of my further action.
After seconds of mental struggle, I settled in landing my hand slightly above her waist and slightly below where I just had before. At this, the smooth fabric of the dress and the soft surface of her skin came into touch. My embarrassment was internally fought before reaching its peak.
While my internal battle was being initiated, a hand was felt grabbing hold of mine that was holding her back.
Yukinoshita-san amusingly maintained eye contact as she descended my arm lower than its initial location. I impulsively jerked at this and felt the desire to pull my arm.
"Yukinoshi-"
"I am merely correcting the wrong, Hikigaya-kun," she interrupted as she guided my arm to the 'correct' position.
"What you did at the ball just now..," my arm was then placed to the location as my cheeks instinctively went beet red. "Was wrong." Not what you did to the guy before though?!
Being mildly confused on being glad or not to not be feeling her bare skin, the fabric was now entirely in touch as the curve of her bottom was clearly registered on my palm.
How are you comfortable with this, woman?!
Knowing that our argument right now would just be for naught, I complied with the situation with an exasperated sigh. And red streaks on my cheek, much to her pleasure.
"Then, shall we?" I asked lazily.
Probably being a reward of relenting to her desire, she smiled again and answered…
"Of course."
If not for the soothing streaks of wind and the peaceful chirps of incoming birds, I'd say the dance was as bland as to what was on the hall for a moment just now.
As the dance went on, I have to truthfully say both parties are actually having a good time.
Conversations were made consisting about my school life and how it has been for hers in college. Jokes were occasionally made which in the majority of it I became the innocent victim. But it's something I honestly couldn't complain.
Because the stark contrast that I can clearly witness between the dances we have here and there…
She is smiling.
And that is far more than enough for me.
"...and the final one might be the official opening of a casino from the Tobiichis at Akihabara," she phrased as she finished her abundant list of social gatherings that she needed attending.
"What about college? Surely enough there's a handful of assignments they'd be passing there," I phrased with genuine concern.
"I still had the time to finish them up between those times, fortunately. Meguri-chan's also been helping me out a lot."
"Still… that sounded… exhausting."
"Yes… I suppose it is."
Music filled the momentary silence.
"Are you doing alright?" Yukinoshita-san chuckled at this as I felt her touch on my chest softly strengthened.
It took seconds before she faintly responded with, "As fine as I'll ever be."
After the brief exchange, we let silence took over as we continued dancing gracefully, instinctively trying to roam every area of the balcony.
Yukinoshita-san took the chance by glancing to the door, where it leads to the party that is been going.
"Yukino-chan might be dancing with Hayato-kun right now."
"I guess so," I followed suit in turning to the door. "Just saw Hayama with some other girl just now. Probably dancing with each other last." I voiced my thoughts.
After my statement, the woman turned to meet my eyes.
"It might get serious, you know? They have been each other's partners for weeks. My parents are already getting the wrong idea." Oi. Then where does that put us then?
"Well, it's not like it is something bad, right?"
"What is?" she asked curiously.
"Yukinoshita and Hayama." I answered truthfully.
"You mean, as in their marriage?"
"The bonds between the Yukinoshitas and Hayamas would undoubtedly strengthen right? If we took it future-wise, I'd say it is a benefitting approach." I responded while slightly explaining the few reasons.
The moonlight was seen to light up her currently confused expression. She seemed to ponder about the right way of saying it, as she abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
Letting the silence taking over for a while, she continued, "What about you, Hikigaya-kun?"
"Sorry?"
"Are you going to be fine with it?" I find it troubling to understand the question, but did I respond with how I actually understood it.
"If it's under Yukinoshita's own consent, yeah. I'd be fine with it," It deems to be relaxing when you get to speak of the truth instead of masking everything that is said with lies.
"What if it's something against her consent?"
"Then I'll do what I can to prevent it from happening."
The woman looked slightly shocked at my answer, and opted to delve into her thoughts while looking down on my chest.
I find myself contradicting with my own thoughts, on whether or not I wanted to immediately end or continue. Didn't want to because of the beautiful music that filled my ears and the beautiful scenery that I still want to fill my eyes. Want to because of our physical contact that has been really challenging my blood flow from reaching its apex.
My hand couldn't help but slightly shook every moment her curve was registered moving in my palm.
It was at this moment of silence yet again, the woman spoke, "Hikigaya-kun?"
"What is it?"
After my question, the woman somehow in our dance made her way closer to my body, having one of our body parts to gently collide one another as the aftermath.
"Y-Yukinoshita-san?" I manage to stammer in my best to ignore the vague softness that just invaded my chest. Adding to my line of vision, her modest ones are now seen ever clearer as I tried my hardest to slap the hell out of my perverseness mentally and opted to stare at the woman.
After seconds in that position, the mysterious vixen connected our gazes and asked…
"What if it was me?"
"Sorry?"
"Say, if I was put at the same position..," Her face was not cheerful nor it was unamused whatsoever.
It's… analysing?
"What would you do?"
Various things came to my mind at the question. As if it was a bolt of lightning, it thundered to my mind thrashing my memories one by one.
Why I wanted to help Yukinoshita.
Why I constantly relented.
Why I decided to be her partner every Friday night.
…Why I am here with her.
Phrasing it is so difficult, until I can only put it into the simplest of words.
I wanted her to smile.
I want to see her smile.
…
I want to see their smiles.
…
The unsung hero.
Even though that deemed to be true, at least know there's one person that is singing your name.
Even though his voice is out of tone.
Even though he's easily out of breath.
Even though he can easily forget the lyrics…
"…Then I"ll do nothing but the same."
He'll still be singing your name.
Yukinoshita-san took a few moments in staring at my expression, undoubtedly searching of the truth of my words. Having nothing to hide, I kept my gaze curiously.
Quite an interval was used in staring at each other, that faces are merely inches from one another as our breaths collide.
The music was already heard to present its final cries as the tone sets off a finishing sound. At the final notes of a grand piano being played, Yukinoshita-san loosens her expression and came to her final verdict.
"I see..," she spoke simply with a smile as the music finally ended.
After the end of the beautiful muse, I pulled myself away first hoping that I can get myself a breather. Although I could swore my hand was being slightly gripped while I was pulling it away.
The both of us stood at our opposites and bowed courteously to the other.
"Thank you for the wonderful dance, Hikigaya-kun."
"Thank you for the wonderful food, Yukinoshita-san." The woman giggled as she unknowingly makes her way to a bench that is located nearby. Upon reaching it, a thick cloth was seen taken from the bench as she makes her way back while wearing it. Closer inspection brought me in knowing it was a jacket.
What's the point of wearing It now? You should've worn it long ago?! Isn't it more logical for you to wear that dress inside and the jacket out here?
Ignoring my internal rant, I opted to switching off the stereo properly.
"Then, I'll be going first, Hikigaya-kun." Understanding what she meant, I responded with a nod.
"Yeah, yeah. See you later."
With a smile, she continued, "See you later, Hikigaya-kun. He'll be waiting for us at the parking lot.
"Got it."
Zipping her jacket, as her body was finally fully covered, she walked to the door with a wave, which I followed with a lazy one of mine.
After watching her leave, I decided to look up my phone to fill my time in staying up here for a while. It was then a plethora of text messages greeted me once again. Only this time, one name was painfully obvious.
"Seriously, did I just insult a cat or something?" Scrolling down the inbox, I found a name that took my attention.
Thus, I tapped on it and saw what it is about.
Sender : Black Lace
Hey. Sorry to bother you and all but Kei-chan's been asking. Are you coming this Sunday?
Conversation with Yukinoshita-san
11:30 PM
Yukinoshita-san : Haro Haro, Hikigaya-kun~ You sleeping yet?
Me : Yukinoshita-san... I don't see why this is necessary. I'm beside you right now.
Yukinoshita-san : Oh, it seems you're still awake.
Me : Obviously.
Yukinoshita-san : Too bad. I was about to take some pictures of you sleeping and get some sold to Yukino-chan 😄.
Me : How business-minded you are.
Yukinoshita-san : Ohh~ So you already assumed I was going to sell it.
Me : Of course. For what else would you have used it for?
Yukinoshita-san : Who knows?
Yukinoshita-san : Besides, I'm bored, Hikigaya-kun! Tell me a joke!
Me : Does it look like I care?
Yukinoshita-san : Wow, you're right. It looks more despicable than usual.
Me : Exactly.
Yukinoshita-san : Entertain me, Hikigaya-kun. Or not I'll be bugging you all the more!
Me : Please leave me be.
Me : Besides, I would've told you a chemistry joke...
Me : But I know I wouldn't get a reaction.
Me : ...
Me : ...It's not even that funny.
Me : Yukinoshita-san, my shoulder hurts.
Me : Please stop leaning on me.
It's sprrriiiiiiingggggg!
Get it? Since Haru means spring. No it's not a pun, it's just something I wanted to put out.
I wanted to say this chapter was long as to celebrate the spring season in Malaysia. But then I remember that I have no idea in what season is Malaysia even categorized in.
If the most memorable season in Malaysia is applied to a name of a character in the Yukinoshita family, it might would've ben Yukinoshita Duriano.
Pretty sure that's the name of the dad.
I terribly suck at describing dresses. Hope that didn't destroy your experience in reading.
Pergi pasar naik lori,
I'm sorry.