Fingers rested gingerly on her hips, thumbs smoothing the contrasting, dark lace on her back complemented by the long blond ponytail resting against it. Wisps of stray flaxen rested on her forehead, framed her reddening cheeks puffed and pouting in defiance. "Of course it requires teaching, you pumpkin
." Tall, slender heels clacked lightly against intricate tile floor in an awkward, slight shift. "Mr.Wallace, I-I'd rather not."
Long eyelashes darkened to black rather than blond brushed against her cheeks, vibrant blue eyes peering at her studded heels from under smoky, dark eyelids weighed down by heavy eye shadow. The unpleasant idea that Aiden probably thought she looked silly in all this makeup, almost as silly as she usually looked, seeped into her mind and bundled among other negative voices in her thoughts. "He's like twenty-one, he doesn't like you, Em.
A sudden, strong urge to leave the sights of everyone and the oppressively loud music and constant reminders that she was hardly one of the social, pretty, good-dancers
commanding the crowd of hooligans enjoying the dance washed over the petite blonde. Emiko sighed lightly, clasped her fingers behind her where they couldn't reach the strands of hair dangling before her eyes and begging to be twirled, and whispered "Damn, I wish I was outside eating ice-cream or at least sleeping and not here. 'Dancing isn't too difficult' my foot."
"You didn't tell me your girlfriend was psychic." The girl pressed a smile onto thick-red-lipsticked lips, flashing perfect teeth that lacked the bright, pink, neon braces they once had. Denim blue strings fell from her shorts, resting on pale, long legs bare from several inches above the knee and subject to the cold, October weather that only she seemed not bothered by. "Strong, pretty girls tend to stay away from perv' boys—or maybe I'll flatter you and say men—like you. How'd you trick her into being with you?"
Her eyes shone an unfamiliar pale blue, complementing the thick, dark brown, messy curls framing an elegantly round face as they ended in fading, fiery red just past her chin. Aiko was more beautiful than he remembered .The short strands of brown resting on her lightly freckled cheeks (he'd been glad she hadn't outgrown them, they added a slight playful, childlike look to her cheeks, still as cute now as when he'd pinch and poke them) fit her more than the long, black hair he recalled.
She continued on to whisper how much she missed him, how cute he still was yet more handsome than she'd remembered and that she liked him this muscular and not scrawny like he'd been in a voice softer than the wind whistling in his ears as if the petite girl standing isolated might understand the rush of Japanese. She ran her fingers from his clothed shoulder to exposed, and lightly muscular, arm and to his wrist where Aiko clasped his fingers in a tight, more than friendly hold.
Pressing away the deep red threatening to usurp his cheeks with her many compliments, the brunette released his tight hold on her slender waist after some minutes of them whispering and giggling, Keiko's gaze darting almost disapprovingly between them and Mag. Mag, his girlfriend
. Daichi hurriedly stepped away, pressed his hands into deep jeans pockets and smiled nervously at Mag in his patented "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, that was a minor slip up and you'll forgive me, right?"
type of grin.
The giddiness buried in the depths of his stomach subsided little after he remembered the petite girl shyly fidgeting alone, the one he was supposedly showing off, the one with legs not nearly as long, slender and attention drawing as the brunette's and with hips not so wide and defined or a bosom quite so—Daichi drew his gaze from where he'd been staring, Aiko seemingly pleased her low-cut white blouse had attracted his attention. "U-uh, where's Yumiko?" He mumbled, quick Japanese following his inquiry. Aiko replied in mentioned language, the lilt of her voice similar to a song. He had missed her voice.
"Mag, she says my sister is in the cafe down the road because they forced her to buy food." Aiko giggled cutely at his comment, though quieted at a slight side-glance from Keiko. "We're gonna get her, you're coming, right?"
"She's not five, she can follow without your babying her." Long legs ambled to the petite figure, bent slightly to give Daichi a flattering view of her from behind and smiled. Thick-red-lipsticked lips parted, whispered "My thoughts aren't so easily violated by people like you, stay away and you won't get hurt. Dating the demon king was a bad idea in the first place, but I won't hurt you if you simply don't interfere like a good little girl
"I'm not babying her, she's coming, yeah?"
"Mmhmm." Her flirty, sing-song tone wasn't lost on the boy as she shuffled to him in impressively high heels. Fingers gripped him firmly by the elbow, shoulder pressed against his and she gazed into his eyes from an intimidatingly similar height, mumbled "Hurry up, already." and yanked him along assertively.
"Don't mind Ai, she has a crush on him, but I think Dai likes you more." Dark, doe eyes stared curiously into the petite, dark haired female's own indigo, head lightly tilted to meet her gaze. "At least, you're my
favourite so far. Very cute and not silly. We could be good friends, yeah? You're a magician, yeah? I'm not, but I do want to be a makeup artist. My sister, too." The ponytailed female grasped the other's hand tightly, the beginnings of a grin playing across her lips as she sauntered on, fidgeting with Mag's dark nails. "Yumiko is very nice, but she is a bit serious. We are very alike, too, not just in looks but other things."
『E T H E R E A L』
❝Born to blossom, bloom to Perish.❞