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The Dance Floor

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It had been Himeko, who had at first declared that she felt like dancing. Kouji had agreed with enthusiasm, and the two of them had soon left their secluded and comfortable corner table and headed to the dance floor right in the middle of the room. Satsuki, after a few drinks, was very much in the mood for some dancing as well, and it didn't take too long from her to persuade Mitsuo to accompany her.

After all, a girl couldn't dance alone!

Dancing with Mitsuo was a blast. The music was good, and she had a nice little buzz on which kept her happy and bubbly. It had been quite a while since she had last been dancing – or clubbing at all, since she had never been one of those girls - and Satsuki was truly having the time of her life.

Mitsuo was an awesome dancing partner, who made her giggle rather often.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Satsuki noticed Izumi, hesitantly hovering at the edge of the dance floor. Satsuki grinned and immediately turned to her dancing partner.

"You should go ask her to dance with you," she said, playfully nudging him.

Mitsuo looked at her, confused.

But Satsuki had already turned and given the man a good push. Mitsuo stumbled forward. He almost managed to trip on his feet, and after regaining his balance, he was about to turn to yell at Satsuki, but then he froze.

Izumi was standing there.

Right in front of him.

A mixture of confusion and amusement shining in her brown eyes.

Nervously, he cleared his throat and tried to fight off the blush he knew was looming threateningly near.

"Uhm, hi," he said rather lamely.

The confusion in those capturing brown eyes faded as the amusement grew more prominent.

"Hi," she replied, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth.

He wanted to say more, but as he looked at her beautiful face he was forgetting all the words. So he just stood there, shifting nervously.

Izumi looked at him, unable to help the smile spreading on her lips.

The man was funny and quite adorable, too. He had about him the kind of a youthful, boyish charm, for which Izumi – with her obvious motherly instincts – had a notorious weakness.

She looked at the flustered man before her – even the shells of his ears were tingeing pink! And she made her decision.

"Want to dance with me?"

Mitsuo blinked, for a while unsure if he had heard quite right. Then, he recovered.

"Yeah."

Izumi smiled at him, and as they walked together to the dance floor, he could feel his knees going weak.

Satsuki had stood on the side, watching the exchange. She had giggled heartily in mirth at Mitsuo's apparent awkwardness. He had his cute moments. She had neither missed the decisive look that had briefly flashed in Izumi's eyes.

Mitsuo would have a snowball's chance in hell to escape from the mother hen's clutches now… but something told Satsuki that even if Mitsuo knew he was walking straight into a trap, he would not mind at all.

Shrugging her shoulders, Satsuki stalked away from the dance floor. It was not half as fun to dance alone.

Besides, she thought to herself, a smug grin on her full lips, her work here was done.