44Okay, so this story will be forever fun to write! It's just so...interesting! Anyway, the deal with Suki being Kyo's date was done and over with in the last chapter. That won't be brought up again. This chapter might not be as fun to read this time around. It's longer than usual, but it needed to be! I hope you guys like it because they're is only one chapter left!
Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo or any of the characters that I use.
Excuse any errors as usual.
Safe Relationships
By Paradigm08
Chapter Three: Prom Night
She didn't know how, but that was okay. In some feeble attempt, she managed to brib Kyo into taking her to the prom. Yuya had to remind him, though, of that little thing called a grade in school and how he would need it. Oh...There also was another part to that so-called brib. His stubborness was a little irritating and Yuya took a wrong step by asking for his end of the deal. She was a little afraid of that smirk he gave her.
"Alright, Dogface, I'll go."
"Great! So you can pick me up at-"
"Only..."
"O-Only?"
"Only, if you get on stage tomorrow."
"Er...Okay?"
"And sing."
"What?!"
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Night of the Prom
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Yuya sat on the double-sized bed, watching as her best friend twirled in front of the mirror. It was prom night and the boys were coming to pick them up from the house. By boys, she meant Kyo and Benitora. She didn't know how Mahiro ended up with Benitora, nor did she want to. Kyo and Benitora were to come around seven o'clock at Mahiro's house to pick them up and they were taking a limousine! How cool is that? Limos happen to be the nicest things to show up in. Some unfortunate students had to drive themselves which was nearly as fun. Did she mention how fun limos are?
"Oi, Yuya-chan...Yuya? Shiina Yuya!"
"Huh? What?"
"Ne, you were lost in your thoughts...again. Are you thinking about Kyo?" Mahiro teased.
Yuya flushed brightly, "No! I don't know why you would think I would fantasize about him. The day I think gape or whatnot at him, I'll give you fifty bucks!"
Shrugging, Mahiro continued to stare at herself in the mirror. "Deal! Anyway, I really like this dress. It's so pretty!" She spun around to watch the skirt billow around her.
Yuya agreed as her eyes traced over the elegant dress. It was pretty, but saying that would be an understatement. The dress was beautiful. It was a pure black dress that stopped at Mahiro's mid calf. It was strappless and matched perfectly with her sharp, three inch stillettos. The dress had a total of five white-translucent flowers placed randomly throughout the body and a white trimming across the bottom. Might she add that it looked perfect on Mahiro's curvy figure? She kept her hair the same, but slightly softer looking curls that were bigger and shinier than usual.
"As much as I enjoy admiring this nice dress thanks to your good eye in stores, Yuya-chan, your dress looks amazing!"
Yuya would agree in a heart beat. She absolutely adored the dress she picked out. It was a light blue that cascaded all the way down to the floor, only allowing the toes of her white four inch stillettos to stick out. The dress pulled up into a halter, wrapping securely behnd her neck. Down the open back over her dress, straps wove together, creating an interesting design across her upper back and shoulder blades. The attention grabber though, was the dangerously low v-neck cut that shimmered. Unlike Mahiro, Yuya did a little more to her straight hair. She decided to have it in a low, loose pony tail, sweeping over one shoulder. It was wrapped in a matching light blue ribbon and her bangs were swept over to the side.
Both girls had put on a bit of light makeup consisting of foundation, eyeliner, and mascara though Mahiro went a little heavier on the eyeliner than Yuya did. Each had on a pair of silver, dangling chandelier earrings, and bracelets. Feeling satified with their work, they retired to the bedroom away from the bathroom.
Right when they both sat on the plush, purple bed, the door bell rang and Mahiro's father called for them to come downstairs.
"Huh. And here I thought they would be 'fashionably late'..." Yuya sighed, but followed anyways as Mahiro made a beeline out of the room.
The two girls eventually made it through the livingroom door way after a few curses about tripping either on their heels or dresses on the way down the steep stairs. The infuriating thoughts were pushed aside as they cleared all their obstacles and they took in the sight of the two males before the doorway. They looked great. Both were wearing the traditional white shirts with the black tuxedos, and black shoes. The only difference between the two was the purple tie Benitora wore while Kyo stuck with the whole 'black theme', letting his black tie lay loosely over his shoulders. How typical of him. Messy as usual, not caring about his appearance. A real shocker.
Despite his disheveled look, Yuya couldn't stop herself from staring. He seemed more...sexy (if that was a safe word to use for him) if anything. He noticed her stare, returning it with a lazy look, his crimson eyes never blinking. This could have gone forever, but Yuya felt a sharp prodding in her side.
"What?" Yuya hissed in a sharp whisper.
"Hand it over, darling..." Yuya glanced at Mahiro's awaiting open hand.
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a fifty dollar bill. "Damn you," Yuya growled, slapping it in Mahiro's eager fingers.
Mahiro ignored her comment and looked up at the boys, "Sooo..."
"Mahiro-chan, you look great!"
"Thanks Tora, now the next step to flattering me is getting your eyes off my chest!"
Benitora's cheeks bloomed with color, "Sorry..."
Yuya turned her attention away from the couple and returned it to Kyo. He still had his lazy gaze on her, but it wasn't on her body (Thank the lord) but instead was resting on her face. She wanted him to say something. "So what do you think?"
His eyes finally scanned her figure, "You look ugly."
Yuya felt like her eyes were going to bug out of her head, "Jerk!"
She hoped 'ugly' was just a codename for 'beautiful'.
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Thirty Minutes Later
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Yuya nearly died right then and there when she walked across the dock and towards the yaht. Wow. The boat was beautiful! The school often complained about how there was not enough money in the school funds for them to buy anything nice, yet somehow they managed to pull money out of their asses and rent a huge yaht for prom...
Sweet!
"And here I thought that the school didn't love us..." Mahiro sighed.
Yuya fumbled absent mindedly with her white corsage, "Please. This is unbelievable as it is..."
Kyo snorted, "So are you two finished gaping at the stupid boat, or can we go inside and not freeze our asses off?"
"Well, way to be subtle..."
The inside of the yaht was just about as impressive as the outside. The boat had two floors, the bottom consisting of a mini stage and dance floor while upstairs held all the tables and beverages. It's decoration was extraordinary, with flowers wrapping up random white pillars situated around and white silk cloths thrown over every table. The floors were surprisingly wooden, casting shiney glares from the dim lights.
"This...is really nice for a change." Yuya commented.
"Well it's about time this school let us party!" Benitora cheered, followed by a few other students who heard his comment. "Hey I'll be right back you guys. I just need to put something by the table."
They watched him leave, slight nods of the heads. Yuya could of sworn she saw a liqour bottle tucked underneath Tora's jacket, "Did you guys-"
"Sadly," Mahiro said, watching his retreating form.
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Little while later...
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Yuya surveyed the room with a few sweeps of her eyes. It was some time later after the yaht left the docks and all the prom goers were on board enjoying themselves. Maybe they were having fun because this is something that they don't do often, or maybe their happyness was assisted with the spiked drinks. Now we wonder who did that one?
"Yuya-chaaaaann! Where ya been? Party's wild!" Benitora slurred while raising a cup into the air.
Ta-da. Here's our culprit.
"What's in that drink, Tora?"
"Good stuff. Want some?" Benitora shoved the cup in her face.
She gently pushed the drink away, her nose wrinkled after smelling the extremely strong liqour. Yuya smiled hesitantly, "No thanks, Tora. I don't drink."
"Well isn't that a shame..."
Yuya's eyes snapped up to where the deep voiced drawled.
She glowered, "Well, well. Where have you been, Kyo?"
He shrugged.
"I assume you're drunk too?" Yuya snapped. It wasn't kind of him to ditch her the minute the prom started.
"I don't get drunk, dogface. My tolerance is high."
"Prove it."
"Alright. How do you plan I do that? Enlighten me."
Yuya glared at Kyo before looking around, pondering her way of throwing him off. A little light bulb popped over her head. She grinned, "Dance with me. If you're drunk, you'll trip right over your feet."
Take that!
"Okay."
Kyo grasped her hand, pulling her behind him as he made is way down the spiral staircases to the dance floor on the bottom level. He managed to maneuver them into the center of dancing bodies which were rocking fast to the music.
"So if I was so drunk, would I have made it down those stairs so flawlessly?"
Yuya snorted, "Flawless? Please. Nothing about you is flawless."
"Keep making faces like that, dog, and they might stay."
Her pride forced her body to stay away from his as they began their dance. The way his body moved made it so luring, she could feel herself inching in. Silently cursing herself, she backed up a step, keeping her eyes on his face rather than his attractive body.
Excuse me?
Attractive body? Where did that come from?
"I'd say, I'm pretty sober. Don't know about you though. Your drool is beginning to hit the floor...I know I'm hot, but at least admire correctly."
Out of reflex, Yuya reached a hand to her chin in movement to wipe away the liquid he claimed was there, but stopped short seeing his grin. She scowled, "You're such an ass."
"I suppose you have an excuse for the drool considering you're a dog."
"That's getting old, you know!"
"Trust me, girl, your face was tiresome from the first day."
Yuya's cheeks exploded with color, whether with anger or embarassment, you can decide. She poked a finger into his chest hard, "I don't know why I'm listening to you. Leave me alone for the rest of the night!"
With a turn on her heel, she was a few feet from freedom when she heard his chuckle from behind her. She turned again to see his amused face.
"One problem..."
"Yes?" She asked harshly through clenched teeth.
"You still have your end of the deal to fulfill." Could his grin get any larger?
Dammit!
In all honesty, Yuya had forgotten completely of her soon to be preformance on stage...
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Not too long later...
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Feeling satisfied with her near perfect preformace of "A Little Too Late", Yuya made her way to where Kyo was seated. She didn't even open her mouth before he made his comment.
"I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to sing like that..."
"Really?! You think I did a good job?"
"Please, don't make me laugh. I'm surprised that you were worse than I expected."
"Kyo! You bastard!" Yuya turned away from him, actually feeling a suspicious pang in her chest rather than the anger she demonstrated. It hurt. He wasn't supposed to get to her like this. Kyo was a stupid guy who took her to a stupid prom, where they both were supposed to walk out with stupid good grades. Then...Why did she feel like she was the stupid one?
She ran up the stairs, taking a moment of congratulating herself for not tripping, she weaved her way through the top floor's tables. Throwing open the yaht's door, her body with met with the crisp wind of the deck. Only one couple was out, taking pictures, but soon departed downstairs while laughing. Yuya continued with her short strides across the deck until she was met with the railing. Leaning on it, she allowed the wind through her hair, throwing it back over her shoulder.
How could Kyo be so mean? Why couldn't he compliment her with anything she did? She thought that she did so many things correctly, but he ruined it. She thought she had been right. Why did he have to be so cruel? What did he see in other girls that he could find in her?
The moment the thought when through her mind, Yuya wondered when she started becoming concerned with his opinion. She couldn't help it, but find him attractive. The only person allowed to think otherwise would be a blind person. Yet besides his good looking features, she somehow managed to enjoy his personality and company. She could actually hold a conversation (maybe catagorized as an arguement by others) and he would hold his ground. She was tired of the boys who came up to her only for them to cower away once her temper surfaced.
A chill ran up her spine and she shivered. It was certainly cold and she didn't know how long she managed to stay out in the night air, with only herself as company. A jacket settled closely around her shoulders and she looked over her shoulder too see who joined her.
"My dates not allowed to freeze when my grade is depending on her."
Yuya looked away from Kyo, resting her eyes on the water below. "Is that all you really came out here for? If so, go back inside. I don't want to be bothered."
There was silence for a moment before he spoke again, "Don't order me around, woman. I'm out here because I can. I don't like women turning their backs to me when I'm not finished as you did back then."
"If you're looking for an apology, you're not getting one from me, Kyo." Hopefully that was enough for him to realize he should be the one asking for forgiveness.
"Look if you didn't-"
"You're forgiven."
"What?"
"I know you are not capable of saying sorry. Your ego's too large..."Yuya rolled her eyes.
"But I have other methods." He kept his eyes on hers.
Yuya raised a brow, "How so?"
Kyo lifted a hand to her face, tipping her chin gently upwards offering himself easy access to her mouth. When his lips were settled upon hers, Yuya didn't know what to think. She was so confused. He wasn't supposed to be like this. He hated her. He called her names, made fun of her, made her sad...
Then why is he kissing you? Her mind wondered.
Her mind fogged over as she felt herself responding. He wasn't asking a lot from her, but she felt she needed to give back and she didn't know why.
Parting her lips slightly, her curiosity took over as she opened an eye a crack to see if he was enjoying it as much as she was. But to utter horror or shock, -she couldn't decide- Yuya noticed a girl over Kyo's shoulder staring directly at them. Kyo didn't seem to notice yet, but Yuya's mind began clearing of the fog. Isn't that the same girl who wason the deck earlier taking pi-
FLASH!
So, did you like it? Huh, huh? I sure did! I actually am really satisfied with this right now. Like I said one more to go and then all done! But that means I have no choice but to update Memory, right? So review please. Reviews are like candy to me, and I looooooove candy! Thanks!
Edit: There was another scene added to the dancing part, but I deleted it. Basically I was going to have them dancing an arms length away from eachother, but being the great friends Mahiro and Benitora are, they were going to shut of the lights and shove the two at eachother. Then ta-da! Yuya plus Kyo equals big pile of limbs on the floor for everyone to stare at once the lights were immediately turned back on. Teehee.
PICTURES OF THE DRESSES ARE IN MY PROFILE (They're pretty! Go look!)
Thanks for reading!