Chapter 15:
Plugging in her pineapple pod to her ear buds and sticking them in, Sayuri began jamming out as she toweled her hair dry. It was Saturday afternoon and she had just taken a nice long bath with all sorts of flowery fragrant soaps and shampoos and was about to get ready for her date with Kyoya. She had to make sure she didn't just look 'presentable', but go all out for 'stunning' or even 'beautiful', but she would settle for 'pretty' quite honestly.
She wrapped her hair up in a towel while she got out her makeup kit and tilted her head several angles before confirming that her face was thankfully zit free. She didn't bother with foundation but brushed slight softener and glow all around her face and neck and a little on her ears. Then she moved onto eye makeup and settled on a bronze eye liner with shimmery purple eye shadow. She dusted her cheeks with a hint of pink blush before pausing to consider lipsticks and glosses and stains. So many to choose from…
She glanced at the dress she had laid out for ideas. It was made of dark green satin that would fall to her toes and held up by two sleeve/straps that would cling to her shoulders while the back would fall in a U shaped wave to the middle of her back and with amethysts sewn into its stooping v neckline, it cost about two grand.
Frowning slightly at her reflection she took a handkerchief and lightly rubbed at her eye makeup, leaving just a hint of eye liner and eye shadow left. Then she plucked up her 'nearly there' lipstick and applied it carefully. It was a smoky reddish brown lip stick that only barely added color to her already full lips and the most noticeable thing about them now was that they shimmered ever so slightly in the light. Smiling at her reflection, she was now satisfied and went on to her hair, which she parted down the middle of her head, straightened to make sure it felt silky smooth and curled her bangs perfectly. Finally slipping on the dress, she picked out a pair of dangling amethyst drop earrings to match her dress along with a pair of bronze heels and matching bronze clutch, into which she fitted a handkerchief, some mints, her wallet, theatre ticket, and makeup.
She was just trying to figure out what kind of jacket or shawl she should bring as she slipped on her silk gloves that's green shade matched her dress exactly and went past her elbows, when she caught sight of the time.
"Shoot I'm going to be late! Nononono, I'll never hear the end of it if I am!" She grabbed her clutch and practically flew down the stairs, calling for the limo as she went and ignoring the calls of her parents wishing her well.
Even with all of her urging to her driver to break traffic laws, she still arrived to the Ootori mansion seven minutes late. She smiled and nodded to the Ootori staff as they let her inside and she politely turned down their offer to show her to the parlor to wait while they got the youngest master. And they needn't have even offered a he came striding through the double doors to her left wearing a cream colored suit with a black button up shirt and dark green tie.
Raising an eyebrow at her elegant attire he wondered why she looked so utterly the same in this clingy silk gown as she did any other day. But pushing that thought aside, he approached his fiancée and took her right hand, on which his ring was atop her gloved finger and kissed her knuckle. "It is a pleasure to see that you made it Miss Sayuri, albeit eight minutes late." He smirked.
Pouting, she took her hand back and corrected in annoyance, "Six, your watch is fast."
"Forgive me." He allowed, taking his coat from one of his servants and following her out the main doors to the limo waiting for them. A servant held open the door and Kyoya motioned for her to enter first. Once they had both gotten situated, sitting next to each other and staring at the rest of the rather empty space in the limo, the expected awkward silence loomed.
"You look rather handsome when you're not wearing your uniform Kyoya-senpai." She teased lightly in an attempt to break the ice.
He gave her his best host smile and replied in turn, "Yes, and I can see now that yellow really isn't your color."
Sayuri felt her eyebrow twitch in annoyance and managed to get out, "Well I'll be sure to note that… Maybe you can give me the name of the manufacturer of that black book of yours."
That elicited a real chuckle from him as he said, "I'll just give you one. Though I'm curious to see what you would write in it."
She sniffed and quoted, "Well that's for me to know and you to never find out senpai." Her grey blue eyes twinkling in mischief.
"I suppose we shall see."
"Is that a challenge sir?"
"Not at all, not at all."
"Hmm…" And so the silence returned.
This time around Kyoya tried to breach the gap.
"I saw your competition yesterday." He stated.
That made her pause for a moment in surprise. "You- But- What about the Host Club?" She stumbled.
He simply smirked and pushed up his glasses. "While I do manage roughly 87% of club activities, the club is capable of carrying on in my absence. After all, I am only the Vice President." He concluded modestly.
Sayuri smiled awkwardly, knowing that he knew that she knew that was total BS, but not wanting to say it aloud. "Of course… But… what did you think of it?" She asked.
"Of what? The competition as a whole? I believe the school should charge admittance and perhaps make it more about showmanship rather than the simple task of shooting an arrow. But as to you personally… I didn't realize how good of an archer you were." He smiled slightly.
"Heh, that just goes to show you not to judge a book by its cover." She said as the limo pulled up to the steps of the theatre. A man in a red uniform and at immediately stepped forward to open the door and Kyoya stepped out before turning and offering his hand to Sayuri. She smiled as she took it and slipped her legs out of the car before getting out fully.
"Ah…I haven't been here in a while. It looks as splendid as ever though." She commented as she looked up at the massive building in front of her.
It looked at least four stories tall and that wasn't even counting the stairs that lead up to the main door. The young couple made their way inside and was met with a crowd of other well dressed patrons milling about and conversing as they found their way to their seats. Both Kyoya and Sayuri were stopped a few times by acquaintances of their parents and forced to take part in idle chatter. But then they got one of the uniformed men to escort them to their box seat.
"Well aren't we connected." Kyoya commented with a teasing smile.
Sayuri smirked and said, "Of course. Nitta Corp is always very generous in their donations to the theatre. They were quite accommodating when I requested a box seat to myself."
The box overlooking the stage and rest of the theatre held six seats in total but was very spacious. They were offered refreshments and Sayuri accepted a glass of champagne while Kyoya took the same.
"Mm… I really don't know what it is about this drink that I love so much but it's a good thing one can't get too drunk off of it." Sayuri commented as she took a sip.
Kyoya simply raised an eyebrow as he tried to hide his smile by drinking a bit of his own.
Truth be told, Sayuri was starting to get butterflies in her stomach and while she thought the alcoholic drink would help, it was making her stomach worse. At this point she had set her drink down as she watched Kyoya. He didn't seem to notice, too busy observing the scurrying of the people below taking their seats. She was starting to lose her nerve until he noticed her staring and smiled at her. That little gesture seemed to encourage and she smiled back like a cat given cream.
Then the conductor called for the audience's attention and announced the piece that they'd be presenting first as a warm up, Clair de Lune by Debussy and while the lights were dimming, Sayuri could still just make out his face as he watched the pianist walk out onto the stage. Leaning towards him she took her left hand and made his face tilt towards hers before tentatively kissing him.
As the song struck its first few keys, Kyoya had froze, not expecting his date to make such a bold move so early on in the night. Or was this revenge for before? Him taking an unexpected kiss from her and now she would do the same. The thought made him smile against her lips and kiss back slowly and gently. He could tell she was quite inexperienced and had no idea what she was doing and yet still trying so hard… It was quite endearing really and it urged him to test his boundaries. He kissed back more as his right arm moved to rest on her waist as the other intertwined its fingers with hers.
To Sayuri it felt as if they were moving underwater. Everything was slow and easy and she could only faintly hear the beautiful sounds from the piano below. She felt herself becoming lost in the easiness of kissing him and sensed a slight shiver go down her spine at the touch of his hand to her hip. Vaguely was she aware that she should probably breathe sometime soon but the thought was lost when she felt something warm and moist slide across her lips.
She gasped and jumped back just an inch, but it was enough to make Kyoya believe he should back off. But her grip on the front of his jacket, which neither of them had noticed until now, made him second guess. He raised an eyebrow in silent question and smiled at her blush as she ducked her head slightly before timidly tilting her head upwards again towards his mouth.
And then a rare moment occurred for Kyoya. One could certainly not argue that he was indeed every bit a man. But he, unlike other males his age, liked to think he could control his hormones and was their master and not the other way around. Yet seeing this young delicate uncorrupted girl before him turned on some sort of switch inside him and made him think that perhaps hormones were not so bad after all.
He leaned down and captured her mouth with his, begging entrance with his tongue again to which he was tentatively allowed access. He did not command her mouth as some barbarians might, but romanced it, softly getting to know her own tongue as she trembled in his grasp.
Sayuri was practically beside herself with feeling. There was so much to absorb. His smell for one was intoxicating enough, so spicy just like the foods he loved. And his taste…it was a drug to her. And yet she had no idea what she was doing. She could only do as he coerced her to do with that silver tongue of his. Her entire body felt aflame with feelings she did not entirely comprehend as their kiss deepened. She felt his grip on her waist tighten and stray lower and then…
They both froze as suddenly a roar of applause knocked them out of their spell and into the real world yet again. Blushing, both retreated into their former positions and attempted to straighten their clothes out. But once the applause had finished and the conductor began introducing another song, Sayuri brushed her lips with a finger and smiled softly as she felt the warmth he had left. Sneaking a glance at her date, her smile grew as he caught her eye, and yet it wasn't at that but rather at the lipstick she had accidentally smeared over his own lips. Covering her mouth to hide her giggles, she concentrated on the music and tried to hide how utterly happy she was that he still had yet to let go of her hand.