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Chapter 12
Rhythm of love
After the incident at the pool party of Nichrom, Horo and Tamao were walking down the streets of Tokio. It was already night and the street lamps were already on. There were hardly any people on the way to Tamao's house. Now and then a cyclist drives by. It was quiet, only the sounds of their steps, switched through the alleys. Tamao still wore Horo's white Waiter jacket over her delicate shoulders. Horo crossed his arms and looked down, while Tamao starred into the distant with glassy eyes.
"How could that happen, Horo?", she spoke softly after a long silence. "How could I make such a mistake?", Tamao asked and stopped in her tracks.
Horo glanced side way at her. "Do you really want to know?", he asked gently, which caused her to face him. She nodded.
He placed his hands on her shoulder and turned her fully towards him. Then he took of the jacked gently from her shoulder and studied her. "Look at yourself.", he said, causing her to frown. "This is not Tamao, this is another girl. Come here.", he said and placed the jacket over his shoulder before he stepped closer. He raised his hands to remove her earrings. Then he removed her hair band, causing her locks to fall around her face. Horo took the jacket from his shoulder and put it around her waist before knotting it tight. He took a step back and glance at her "Hm..", lastly he took her glitter handbag from her hand and glanced at her, while he crossed his arms.
He smiled and said "This is my Tamao, clumsy, boyish and silly. In order to please Nichrom, you have denied yourself. You tried to be the way you thought he wanted you to be.", he spoke in a gentle tone. "And that's exactly what your mistake was."
Tamao looked away in embarrassment. He took a step towards her and raised her chin with his fingers so she would look him in the eyes, but she just closed them to avoid his glance. "True love is to take others as he is, for who he really is.", Horo spoke calm, causing her to open her eyes and meeting his. „If he does not accept you as you are, then he does not love you. Then it is not love, then it is...", he sighed. "... then there are only compromises."
Tamao´s eyes widened and Horo smiled at her with eyes full of love. "And love knows no compromises. Hm...? You once said that yourself, already forgotten?"
They stood there for several minutes without saying a word, they just looked in each other eyes, till the blue haired boy broke the silence. "So... then.", he turned around to leave, but Tamao held him back by his wrist.
He looked back, first to her hand, which held his wrist firm and then he looked up to see her face. She looked away and avoided his glance. "Horo...", she spoke with a shaking voice. "...please take me in your arms."
Horo just stood still, staring at her blankly. She dared to look up and spoke softly "Please...", slowly he turned around completely and smiled "Yes, sure."
Hesitantly, he put an arm around her shoulder, suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Horo...", she said sobbing. He was startled, but hugged her back in the same manner and closed his eyes to memorize this moment. "Thank you, Horo...for being my best friend.", she cried in his arms. She can´t held her feelings back anymore, she was grateful that Horo was here with her, again like old times. When they were separated, she made one mistake after another. But not this time, not when Horo was with her.
xXx
He was there, like in the last two weeks, in the Girls College. Sitting there and waiting for his dance partner to arrive, but she never came and the sky is already dark. He was the last one there in the studio, because he was waiting for her. At least he decided to head back, to prevent troubles with Marco. He sighed sadly and took his gym bag. When his glance fell on the entrance door, his breath stopped and his eyes widened.
There stood the blond goddess in a very short, off-shoulder black dress, which nestled around her slim body. It was tight around the waist, caressed her curves, while the skirt falls loose around the thighs.
The music begann so soft and gentle, and she walked up to him, slowly. She wore heels, which caused her hips to swing from side to side, mesmerizing his eyes. She noticed his intense glance and smirked inside. When she reached him, she placed a hand on his chest, he shivered in response and placed a hand over hers in a soft and sweet touch.
She turned around and he placed his hands around her waist. She leaned to the right before he spins her around and pulls her flush against him. Her breath against his shoulder, her legs moving with his as they cross the floor. The music strengthens, a change of tune and tempo, enough to make their blood boil with fervour. Their steps click sharply as they danced. He pins her out and back in, they turn together, arms entwined, with eyes foever staring into nothingness. Another swirl, sharply back into position. To the left, her parfume intoxicates him. To he right, she faltered slightly. The feel of her heart beating against his chest.
Anna find herself lifting her leg, bending it at the knee, her heels grazing against the back of his leg as she bend backwards in his arms, while he placed a hand on her leg and on her back. Without hesitation he pulls her back up towards him, her hair whipping around her face as their faces come close. Her eyes are rooted at his and she can´t let go of his intense gaze. She felt her knees getting weak at the sign of his intense eyes, but he caught her lifted her from the ground and twirled them around, before he placed her back on the ground.
Maybe it was because they were alone, or because of what she wore, or the fact that nobody interrupted them, but it was different than in all their practice lessons. There were only he and she and the rhythm of their hearts, beating against each other.
They only realized that the song has ended when the only sound they were hearing were their heavy breaths. Pressed against each other almost nose to nose. The heat in her cheeks have turned her face in a brilliant shade of red. And their breathing still labored from the dancing.
The heat of her passion cooled off and they stared into each other eyes for several second, waiting for their heart beat to slow down. Suddenly, Yoh leaned closer and she closed her eyes in response. He studied her beauty, before he glance at her dress. He backed away and took something out of his bag. Confused opened Anna her eyes again and saw how he placed a cloth over her bare shoulders, her red bandana.
He took a few steps back, glanced at her and smiled lovingly, before he turned around and left the studio. Anna watched him leave and held the bandana close to her body. Did he refuse me?, she thought sadly.
xXx
Yoh was walking back to his College, grinning wide. Anna... you don´t have to proof anything, he thought. When I said you can´t look like Marion, I meant no matter what you do, you'll always look pretty. No, beautiful... silly girl.
He whistles a song while walked through the corridors of the Uni. From his pocket he fished his keys, he threw them in the air and caught them again, while he approached his room. He was so happy, nothing could spoil his mood now. Nothing, but someone.
Suddenly the lights in the corridor were switched on. He glanced up and then turned around were the switch were. There, at the end of the corridor, were standing the one and only director of this College, Marco Lasso. His eyes so cold, Yoh could get frostbitten. Marco approached Yoh, slowly while his hands were rested behind his back. The student gulped at the sign of him and tried to get ready for the impact. Nobody dared to mess with him and now Yoh was getting into trouble for waiting so long for Anna. He felt the sweat running down his forehead and neck.
"What is your name?", Marco asked when he was directly standing in front of Yoh.
"Y-Y-Yoh, sir.", he stammered.
"The rules are known to you, aren´t they.", he said more like a statement then a question.
"Yes, sir.",
"Then you also know that you have just broken one.", the blond said, while glaring and the student. "And that you can be suspended for that?"
"Yes, sir...", he replied trembling.
"So, Yoh? What was the reason for your being late?"
"I-I-I was... I-I was...eh."
"Yoh!", came a voice from the other side of the corridor.
Marco turned around slowly, but he already known, who that voice belongs to.
"Yoh, you made it to the station in time, right?", asked Faust, while holding a book in his hands.
"In time?...", Yoh mumbled.
"Did they still accept my package?", the music teacher asked.
"Package...?", the student mumbled again before it clicked.
Marco glanced back at Yoh with narrowed eyes.
Yoh looked at Marco and back at Faust. "Yes, sir! They still accepted it.", Yoh nodded.
"Good! Well, it's late. Go to sleep now.", Faust said with a smile on his face. "And Yoh, Thank you very much."
"It was a pleasure, sir.", Yoh replied grinning nervous. Then he glanced at Marco. "Good night, sir."
Without hesitation, he turned and walked to his room. I have to thank him tomorrow!, Yoh thought.
Whistling, Faust walked up to Marco, his glance fixed on the book in his hands. "It is really late, sir. You should also go to bed.", Faust told Marco with a small smile. "Otherwise, tomorrow the sun will be rising ahead of you. Good night."
xXx
"Ren? Today is Tuesday... why does an assembly takes place?", Horo asked while he fixed his tie. They were standing in the crowd of students, gathering in the hall.
"What do I know.", Ren replied short.
"Hey guys!", Yoh called out while he approached them, still fixing his jacket and tie.
"Yoh, you are improving! Only five minutes late!", Horo snickered.
"I try hard.", he replied laughing.
The crowd of students calmed down, as Marco walked up the stage. "Today's meeting became necessary because I find out, that some students repeatedly tried to break the rules. Some students leave the campus regularly and are not back to prescribed time."
Yoh, Ren and Horo glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes.
"I would like to remember these students, but also all the others, that such violations of our rules, by no means simply be accepted.", he paused and glanced at Faust, who was standing in the last row. "Apparently some have misinterpreted my silence as a weakness. As of today, the gates are closed around the clock. Nobody will leave, without my permission! If I catch someone, he will be expelled from the university. I'll say it again!", he paused. "If I catch someone, he will be expelled from the university! That was all... you can go now."
Without hesitation, the students left the hall, leaving Faust and Marco behind.
"Mister Faust!", Marco called out. "I hear every step, every pulse beat in this University. I know exactly what's going on here.", he spoke stern. "I have open eyes, Mister Faust. That your protégés leaving the ground at will, must stop. It must end now with the job in the Café, with the piano lessons and the dance. I want you to teach the three of them personally."
Faust crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the director blankly. "Yes, sir:", he said with a firm voice.
"Thank you, Mister Faust."
xxx Hey you there! We are reaching the end of the Story soon! I hope you liked the Dance Scene! I Forget to tell you that it was a Tango :D Well, it was the first time I tried something like this sooo maybe it´s not that great but I tried and it took really long to write, because it was really dificult. Anyway if it sucked then I will never write something like that again xD Please let me know! xxx
