aizawa shōta - last dance

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simple story because i don't feel good.
also, thank you to y'all for reading my book; it means a lot!!
the last waltz from banana fish.

CW: N.A.

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This is ridiculous.

I don't understand why i'm made to wear this stupid outfit. Even more so, I have to sit here and waiting for my 'future spouse' to appear. I'm this close to losing it.

Do you know what's even more ridiculous? Everyone was wearing masquerade masks. Don't get me wrong; it looks cool, but now I don't even know anyone's exact identity!

I stood there, as suitors from who knows where came over to greet me. I forced a smile. Thank goodness they can't really see my eyes.

I needed to find him without seeming rude or distracted, but there's just too many of them, all crowding around me.

Thats when I spotted him, out of the corner of my eye. There he was, a blur of black, near one of the doors that led outside. He glanced at me, before walking out. I blushed.

Looking back at my suitors, I bowed, apologising. I told them i had to take my leave, for I needed some fresh air. As they made way for me to walk through, I clutched my clothing, racing towards him.

I made sure to be cautious, though. I had to make sure no one knew where i was going. So I had to thank the noisy environment of the ballroom, for no one would be alerted by the click of my shoe against the marble floor. I looked around, double-checking my surroundings.Confident that no one was following me, I slipped out through the door, racing towards the back garden.

Upon reaching, I slowed down, taking a deep breathe. There he was, sitting on the bench. I crept up behind him, covering his eyes when I got close enough. He smiled.

"y/n."

"shōta."

He stood up, turning around. His suit that emphasised his figure, stood out from the rest. The frills on his silk shirt that trailed down his chest, I was so tempted to touch them. His shiny black mask, adorned with a long, black feather, seemed to fit him perfectly too. He looked so beautiful, I couldn't help but smile.

"You look amazing tonight," I told him.

He laughed, silent but wholeheartedly.

"And so do you."

He grabs onto my hand, raising it towards his mouth as he kissed the back of it.

"Care to join me for a dance?"

I nodded my head, and he led me back inside the ballroom. Hand in hand, we walked towards the centre.

As if on cue, the band started playing.

He placed one hand on my waist, the other interlocked with my right hand. I placed my left hand on his shoulder, gazing at him. We started moving to the music.

Those around started to make space for us, and soon we had the whole dance floor to ourselves.

I swirled around the ballroom in his arms, my eyes never tearing from his. We shuffled our feet to the rhythmic music, never once stepping on each other's foot. I looked at him, blocking out everything around us.

His eyes, jet-black like the starless night sky, further entranced me. Being with him right there and then made life feel so complete.

Slowly but surely, the music came to a stop. He leaned forward, just a little, but it was enough to make my heart flutter. I had to try so hard not to kiss him right there and then. I leaned forward a little, too, and our foreheads met.

We were panting as we smiled at each other. Those around us, who watched the whole dance, started clapping. I looked up, slightly startled. I almost slipped back there.

As it neared midnight, people were slowly leaving. I waved goodbye as they each walked out the door, but my mind was wandering elsewhere. I was thinking about the dance. I was thinking about him.

My father wanted to know who the male I was dancing with was. I panicked slightly, before composing myself and telling him that I didn't know. He can't know yet.

Not now, not ever.

Yet, I didn't want to be forced into an arranged marriage either. Not with some random prince, princess or royalty.

And so I made up my mind.

As the ballroom was being cleaned up. I crept out to the garden again. I knew that he'd be there, waiting for me.

And he really was there. My hands were shaking, for who knows what reason.

I cupped my hands on his cheeks as he looked at me. I begged him to run away with me. Run away to a place where we could love each other to no bounds.

He was silent, and all I could do was stand there, waiting for his answer.

"Let's run away, then," was what he told me.

And I was over the moon.

That night, we packed our stuff and left the castle when everyone was asleep.

From that day on, I got to be with the love of my life.

What a life-changing last dance that was.

- fin -

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