Story : Letter's Of Love

Chapter: M Is For Masquerade

Authoress: The Akuma's Sakura Violin

Rating: K

A/N: Hello again! Sorry this update took so long . I was really busy this weekend, and since we currently have 'Free-Writing' time in my elective class, so I figured I'd try and update for you guys =3

This Chapter is dedicated to xXxDreamwindxXx for the most awesome word (I think you guys can agree) of MASQUERADE.

MASQUERADE! I think I squealed when I read that was my word...oh the wonderful wonderful word!

Anyway, not so sure what I'm going to write about...but I'll tell you when I get there!

Disclaimer: I don't think there will ever be something to do with a masquerade in Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama. Don't you?

~M Is For Masquerade~

~Flashback~

"A masquerade ball?" Misaki looked up at the girls before her, jittering with excitement.

"Yes yes yes! A masquerade ball!" Hanazano squealed excitedly, rushing up in front of Misaki's desk. "Please? Oh please oh please oh please?" All the other girls joined her, hands in a pleading gesture, teary eyes staring up at her.

"I...uhh...it's not that I am against it but...err...what about the boys?"

"It's okay!" Sakura chirped, "We've already asked them!"

"Y..you have...?" Misaki asked nervously, rolling her chair slowly backwards as the girls advanced on her, with smiling faces of sunshine.

"Yes! And they were really excited about it too!" The girls were now leaning all the way over the desk, and Misaki found herself and her chair pushed against the wall.

"Well...umm...I guess if all of you guys want...I'll bring it up at the council meeting today?"

"THANK YOU MISAKI!" The girls squealed, Sakura rushing to hug her.

'I really don't have a good feeling about this...'

~End Flashback~

Misaki sighed, fiddling with her dress, turning around to see how she looked in the mirror before her.

"Misaki~! Are you ready to come out yet?" Sakura's high-pitched voice came from outside the curtain.

"Hai, hai" she replied, taking one last look in the mirror before opening the heavy red curtain and stepping outside.

Squeals erupted from around her as soon as she stepped out of the Fashion Design club's dressing room.

"Misaki kawaii!" they squealed.

Misaki blushed, looking down at the rich purple dress she wore. It was sleeveless; the top-part had a 'swathed-in-cloth' look to it, the cloth cinched on the right side of her bodice, and was embroidered with a silver rose, before it puffed out slightly for the skirt part of the dress. The purple velvet covered by layers of differently-toned purple netting. Upon her feet were heels, the same colour as the dress, plain and simple. Upon her neck she wore a black choker that had a big, silver rose hanging from the front, and smaller, purple ones all along the sides. Her hair had been swept up into a semi-formal bun by the girls earlier, two hair pins with purple roses on them keeping her fringe back.

She wore hardly any makeup. Just some powder and lip-gloss. She didn't really need any.

A gasp was heard as Misaki glanced at the clock.

"It's this time already?" Embarrassment forgotten, Misaki hitched up her skirt, grabbed the ornate, silky purple mask on the table beside her, and started rushing out the door.

"Thanks for the dress and everything! But I really have to go! Student council duties!" And with that, the door slammed behind her as she raced down the hall, towards the gym.

'It's times like these I'm glad the Manager made me learn how to walk in heels…' Misaki mentally thanked in her mind as she pushed the door to the gym open with one hand.

Her eyes went wide, and she dropped her skirt, before they went soft.

The gym was somewhat dark with the coming of night, round tables of food and drink around the side, a stage set up at the front of the gym, across from the bleachers. Chairs lined the walls, as did many of the silver decorations that had been put on the deep gray cloth that had been put up to cover the gym's walls.

The gym looked amazing.

"Ka…Kaichou?" Misaki turned to see Yukimaru staring at her, slightly out of breath from running across from the refreshments table.

He was dressed in a black suit (Dress code states…) with a green tie, and held a simple matching green mask in his other hand.

"Yes Yukimaru?" Misaki cocked her head at him, wondering why the boy was acting so strange.

"I...uh…you...uhh…drinks?" Yukimru mumbled out, his face blushing slightly.

Misaki blinked a few times, before looking in the direction where he'd come from. Realising what he meant, she nodded, hitching her skirt up a lot more daintily this time, before walking over to the drinks table, and began taking the stacks of plastic cups out of their packaging and around the centre-piece of white flowers on the table.

"Uh… thanks…" Yukimaru came and stood across from her, and set the bottles of drinks up instead.

A few moments later, they were done.

Walking over to the stage, she got on it, and surveyed the gym. It was ready.

Clapping her hands, the student council gathered around her.

Looking around to make sure everyone was there, she flashed a big grin at them, "Great Job guys! The gym looks great!"

The council stood there, in complete aw for a second, before she continued talking and they snapped back to attention.

"The gym doors can be opened now, somebody turn the music on but keep it soft, then at seven o' clock exactly, I'll give a speech and the dancing will start. I want a group to keep an eye on the drinks and food, make sure they don't run out, and another person keeping track of any spills, also another group to stand at the entrance and take everyone's tickets. Groups of two or three. Got that guys?"

"YES PRESIDENT!" They saluted before rushing off to do their various tasks

Glancing at the clock, Misaki took note of the fact she had thirty minutes before she had to make her opening speech.

~Time Passes~

Within the half hour, the school gym had gone from empty to almost full. There was room to move about, eat, talk, drink. Perfect.

Glancing at the clock, Misaki nodded to Yukimaru, who ran off to tell the group in charge of the audio to turn off the music.

Putting on her mask, she walked onto the stage. Misaki switched on the microphone, and clearing her throat, began to speak.

"Welcome all! To Seika High's first ever Masquerade Ball! The clock has struck seven, and the time to dance is upon us. Feel free to request a song at the audio booth to the left of the stage" Misaki waved at the audio booth, and the students there waved. "And when you get tired or hungry, around the room there are chairs and tables with refreshments on them. The ball will officially conclude at midnight. So from now until then, have fun!" With a smile and a wave, Misaki walked off the stage, the Music from the speakers starting off soft, before they got louder and louder, the students cleared out of the middle space and started dancing in the space there.

Stepping down from the stage, Misaki walked towards the nearest table with drinks and poured herself a cup of water. Nobody knew this but public speeches made her extremely nervous, her mouth went all dry, and she often forgot what she was going to say before picking up the microphone. But her pride wouldn't allow her to show her inner panic and she managed to get through it every time.

Downing her drink, Misaki chucked her cup in the bin, before walking to stand near the stage.

Leaning against it, Misaki watched the couples and groups of people dancing in the middle of the gym floor, a small smile on her face.

"Swish" Misaki's head jerked up slightly, what was that?

Suddenly, a hand came out from the darkness and covered her mouth. Misaki's eyes went wide and she began to flail when a soft pair of lips whispered in her ear.

"Shhh…" Misaki relaxed instantly, she'd know that voice anywhere.

The hand left her mouth and instead reached down and grabbed her hand.

"Let's go," And with a soft tug, Misaki found herself running down the corridor behind them. The mask she was wearing only allowing her to see their back, clothed in a luxurious looking black tux, and a bit of slicked back blonde hair.

Soon they were running out the school building, and into the forest around it.

'Why are we going into the forest?' The thought flit through Misaki's mind, but it was gone as quickly as it came. The hand on hers held on a little tighter.

Just as she began to wonder how long they were going to run, they came to a stop beside a small pond, made by the heavy rain that afternoon.

Panting slightly, Misaki felt her hand being let go of. She looked up at the person before her.

Turning to face her, Misaki found herself faced with a pair of sparkling brown eyes, framed by the ornate silver mask that covered most of his face. A smirk on his lips.

"Usu…" She started, but was stopped by a finger held up to her lips.

"Shhh…" he whispered, removing his hand from her lips, instead to caress her face. "There's no need for formalities… not tonight,"

And with a gallant sweep, he came to kneel before her, his hand gently holding hers above his head.

"May I have this dance?" He whispered, looking up, his brown orbs burning into hers.

She felt herself gulp, and nod slightly.

Standing up swiftly, he ripped the hand he was holding, placing her other hand on his shoulder, before placing his hand on her hip.

The music from the gym was absolutely pounding, but all they could hear as they stood there was its slow, steady beat.

And then they began to move.

Slowly, they moved, swaying in time to the beat. Left, right, back, forward… they moved in a little circle, next to the small, pond of rain, which reflected the full moons light on the two, giving the whole atmosphere a somewhat surreal feeling.

Looking up, their eyes locked, brown with brown. She felt the hand on her hip, slide across so that his arm was around her waist. This brought them this closer, but neither seemed to notice, entranced in each other's eyes.

She felt her own arm slide across his shoulders. This brought them closer still. But yet again, neither noticed. Blinking, she broke his gaze. Blushing slightly, she instead put her head on his chest, right underneath his chin. She could feel his heartbeat speed up beneath his chest, and she buried her head into his tie.

Gently, he positioned his chin on top of her head, a content sigh escaped his lips.

'If only it could always be like this…' She thought to herself, looking back up at the person before her.

Feeling her shift, he looked down, his mask covered face smiling down at her.

She felt the arm around her waist lower slowly, and within a few moments, she was inches above the ground, one of her heeled feet in the air, and his masked face was right in front of her own.

She felt her breath caught, as he slowly leaned forward…before gently pressing his lips to her forehead.

On the night of the masquerade ball… two figures stole away to the forest… where they shared a moment… a time… that belongs to them and them only… and when they woke up the next day… both wondered…'Was that a dream? Or was it reality?'… then one would touch her head… and one would touch his lips… and both would smile and remember… that one…masked night.

~M Is For Masquerade~

A/N: Well… that was long? I think it's the longest chapter in this whole series so far… I'm finishing this the day after I started this, a double period of writing was nowhere near enough time to finish. I'm kinda proud of how it turned out, but that's just me. Tell me what you think? And send in a 'N' word first-reviewer-san!

Recommended Listening: 'SHIVER' – GazettE (Those of you who have been watching Kuroshitsuji II will recognise this… Funimation is dubbing Kuroshitsuji too by the way! Look it up!)