Mood Dance

((OOC: Sorry if these are late or not very IC, I'm having to rush))


"She's fine, just over there," Hiroki said, pointing over his shoulder. Mitsuko's smirk proved her satisfaction on how her whole scheme was playing out.
I wonder if Takako knows what she's doing?
His mouth formed an awkward smile, as he was trying his best not to scowl at Mitsuko.
You can't-you won't- do anything to her.
After the punch was out of the way, he didn't plan on letting Souma out of his sight. There was no way she could do anything irrational without him knowing. Leaning his hand on the table, he faced the bowl. Simple. All he had to do now was flip the bowl over and everything's fixed. Hesitating for only a second, he grabbed one of the spoons.

"Hiroki-Chan, I know what you are thinking." Mitsuko had to phrase her words very carefully with Takako right here. "If that punch spills, Kayoko might accidentally slip and fall." By that, Mitsuko meant that she would call her clients over to rape Kayoko.

"So be careful with that punch Hiroki." With that, Mitsuko took Takako and went back to the area where they were kissing.

Izumi felt herself nearly tripping as she drew closer to Sakura. Luckily the other had seen it coming and reached out an arm. Izumi threw herself into her arms, nearly making them both fall over.
"Oh, Sakura-chan, I'm sorry about that!" She said, trying to straighten herself up. She brushed a few wild curls away from her face. Pull yourself together, Izumi!
Sakura repeated her question, that had escaped Izumi the first time, about how she was doing. Izumi blinked, the question seemingly taking lightyears to really reach her brain.
"Me? Oh I'm doing great. Just great!" Somehow she found it difficult not to wave her arms around like a maniac when she was speaking. To keep them from hitting anyone around them, she clutched herself to Sakura's right arm instead. Her fingers held on quite tight, but if it bothered Sakura, she did a good job of not showing it.

"This party is really fun. Don't you think? You should taste the punch. The punch was excellent." Izumi nodded crazily. Sakura looked a little worried, but before she could get a word in, Izumi continued rambling. "I want to dance. But my boyfriend... my date, stood me up. You don't have your boyfriend either? Do you want to dance with me, Sakura-chan? Please, Sakura-chan, I want to dance."

Do I talk too much? Nah.

Ryuhei Sasagawa was laying low after his entry into the Gymnasium, he all the reason to, he had promised a fight with his murder.
Truth be told, he wasn't looking forward to his fight with his Boss's counterpart, not like his fear was unjustified, the guy was a sadistic sociopath hell bent on murdering anything that moves. Although, it wasn't as if Ryuhei didn't feel this way before most of his fights. Truth be told, he wasn't the bravest of people -actually, he was quite cowardly- he'd always start fights, but then cry to Kazuo to finish them. Unfortunately for him, his Boss would be on the sidelines for this fight.
It didn't really occur to Ryuhei that it was Kazuo Kiriyama's idea to invite his messier counterpart to the school dance, all he knew was that his 'Boss' paied his psychotic equivalent to not kill the vast majority of the students present.
The one thing that the Bleached haired teen was looking forward to was spending time with Izumi Kanai, whom he'd recently befriended. It wasn't a secret that Sasagawa had feelings for Kanai, just that he had no idea that he was being obvious about his crush. He'd promised to protect and avenge the petite prep girl from the wild-haired Kiriyama, and he would enjoy doing so, it's just that he was filled with dread knowing how easily the tables have turned before and most likely would again.

Before he decided whether he should hunt the messier Kiriyama, Ryuhei heard a voice call him.


The messier Kiriyama lunged his fist toward his refined counterpart - which was promptly grabbed and twisted around to his back, where his counterpart was able to shove his front against the school's wall, all one-handed and nearly in the blink of an eye.
"You lost track of the point of our experiment, Mr. Kiriyama. As I anticipated." His voice remained cool enough to almost sound bored, though it carried no hint of either smugness or disappointment.

After roughly 20 minutes of aimless wandering, Kazushi began feeling the sensation of lust, a one he's all to familiar with. Before he knew it, Niida was as horny as he would be on a friday evening with one of his magazines.
He spotted Yoshimi Yahagi alone and felt the urge to take her into the mens' bathroom for some private time alone. He thought about the last time he asked a girl to have sex with him, it was a painful rejection and caused the flood of hostility from his peers. After some thought on the subject, he decided that he didn't care about his reputation and went with the flow.

The light-headedness Toshinori had felt earlier only became worse. On top of that, he actually wanted to dance to Shuya's music. Not the usual, slow-paced elegant dancing to classical music he was used to, but let himself go on the dance floor.

He knew this should be worrying, but his thoughts were too jumbled to even consider his usual way of doing things. With a swift movement, he crumpled up the cup and tossed it into a nearby bin. He then walked towards the crowd with nervous steps and tried to spot at least one person he could tolerate.

While waiting, he actually began to dance to the rock music. His upbeat dancing looked something like having a seizure, but Toshinori seemed to be enjoying himself immensely at something like this for once.

Takako returned with Mitsuko, satisfied to have her back. All she could think of was how badly she wanted Mitsuko to kiss her again, to touch her. So, before the two could sit back down, she grabbed Mitsuko's wrist and nodded towards the girls' bathroom.

She said something, but the sound couldn't carry over Shuya's booming music. Takako bridged the gap between her and Mitsuko, whispering into her ear, "I want to know why they call you Hardcore Souma."

And, just on a whim, dragged her tongue down the side of Mitsuko's ear and gently bit on the lobe. [i]I think this dance has enough room for two hardcore girls.[i]

Mitsuko shuddered with pleasure as Takako bit her ear lobe. I'm finally going to have my way with her. Mitsuko allowed her to take me to the bathroom.

She locked the door and Mitsuko grinned. Mitsuko shoved Takako against a wall and shoved her tongue into Takako's mouth. Then Mitsuko took her dress off, leaving Mitsuko in only her undergarments.

"Where do we begin," she whispered.

((OOC: This isn't going to be anything overlygraphic or pornographic.))

She was definitely not alright. What is in the punch anyway? Something strong enough to make Izumi into this condition.
"I-I'm sure the punch was excellent, but... but I don't think you should drink it anymore..." said Sakura, nervously giggling.

Izumi clutched herself really tightly to Sakura's right arm, just like a crazy fangirl would do to her biggest male idol and if Sakura didn't know better, she would feel really uncomfortable in this situation.

Izumi suggested her to taste the punch. "Oh, no... I think I'm gonna pass the punch!" Still having hold on the girl, she led Izumi to the nearest bench and made her sit along with her. "Where did your.... date go to? How rude of him!" deciding to keep her busy with small talk, Sakura continued, "Dancing sounds really awesome, but hey, I think you need to calm down for a sec and... hey, water, I'm gonna get us some water, what do you think of that, hm? And after drinking some water and sitting, we can dance together!"

At first his breathing was as panicked as a captured animal's, but after a second it calmed, and he shut his eyes before opening them with a regained look of weary disinterest as his head seemed to piece back together. ".... Yeah..." He murmured, barely audibly. "... Yeah. Get off," he more or less muttered, attempting to jerk free of his counterpart's grip.

A faint scowl hovering over his face, Kazuo continued to eye the switchblade still in his counterpart's hand, but lifted his own arm - the same as the one he ahd cut on his counterpart - to steadily pull down his sleeve.

Despite the notion at the back of his mind, the boy still flinched upon finding exactly what he did not want to see. An identical cut rested on his arm precisely in the place it had been inflicted on his novel-verse counterpart. Its modest amount of blood had been smeared by his sleeve, but it was obviously the same wound... when the blade had never touched his own arm.

Kazuo's expression grew increasingly troubled. His brow was deeply furrowed by the time his gaze lifted to meet his counterpart's. "... We're not telling anybody." Half-murmured, but no less stern. Movie-verse Kiriyama moved briskly past his counterpart without another word regarding the experiment, making his way for the gymnasium door, where the line to get in had, thankfully enough, disappeared by now.

He paused to peer just inside the door and glance either way before stepping to the side of it so he was out of view as he tugged his sleeve back down. "There's no security." Go figure. A bunch of dead kids; why would they need security? Utsumi had left a note on the door, but he seemed to have won her trust anyways. There would be no searching him for weapons, it looked like. Kazuo turned to his 'date'. "Give me my weapons." He made another impatient grasping motion with his hand. His submachine gun and its ammunition was inside, but his counterpart was holding onto his revolver, his dagger, and the aforementioned switchblade which he wouldn't mind borrowing if it was offered back.




Chisato bounced her head to the music as it kicked up, smiling despite herself. She eyed her classmates as a number of them gravitated to the dance floor. Everyone looked to be having a really good time.... Was that Chigusa and Souma heading to the bathroom together? ... Whaaa-... I don't even... I don't even want to know. Souma had probably drugged Chigusa. Chisato decided not to think about it.

She glanced to the door anxiously, but there still was no sign of Shinji - and instead, she glimpsed a wild head of hair poking in to glance around for a second before ducking back out. She felt a shiver creep up her spine and through her shoulders. Girl #19 hadn't seen anything of the transfer Kiriyama during the course of the Program for herself... but had seen and heard plenty about him after her death. He was not like the novel-verse Kiriyama; which normally might be a good thing, but in this case was only all the worse. Her gaze shifted to sweep the gym for Yukie again. The Kiriyamas are acting really suspicious... I think I should tell Yukie.

((OOC: Throw down some guidelines for me about what constitutes as overly graphic?))

Sakura kept talking about water. Izumi didn't really feel like it, but if Sakura wanted it that badly, then sure, why not. They went towards the girls' bathroom, Izumi still holding on as hard as she managed. She was starting to feel really lightheaded and the rooms felt like a rocking boat.
"Why does the walls move, Sakura?" she asked, confused. Sakura looked equally confused back at her.

Inside the bathroom Sakura filled her a plastic cup with tap water. Even though she didn't feel like drinking it (I want more punch!), she had to admit it felt good when she did. Sakura escorted her back out and they sat down in some chairs Yukie had placed there. When she asked Izumi if she felt better, she nodded happily. She did feel good. Great. Shuya was playing some catchy song that she hadn't heard before, but she loved it. Sakura drank her own cup of water and smiled motherly at the other girl.

"I'm done now," Izumi said, turning the cup upside down to show her it was really true. "Now; dance! You promsied me!"
She dragged Sakura up and they quickly found themselves at the middle of the dancefloor.
"You lead!" Izumi demanded, placing Sakura's hand firmly at her own butt.

((Nothing too intense. Just get to the point of it and don't describe everything they do in detail. That's kind of what I'd consider. You can describe the feelings the character is having and everything like that, just don't go into every detail about the intercourse...))

Toshinori looked towards the door halfway through his "wonderful" dancing. There was still no sign of his date, Haruka. He let out a sigh. Toshinori really wanted someone to dance with right at that moment.

He looked around for anyone free. A few couples were simply dancing with each other, while very few were in full-on make out sessions. Their faces were flushed in a shade similar to Toshinori's. He didn't even think about whether they were under the same effect as he was.

Then, he spotted one certain person alone on the dance floor: Ryuhei Sasagawa. One of the Kiriyama family buffoons, who always called Toshinori frog, and got called Frenchie in return, which always struck up huge arguments between the two. Under the effects of the drug, Toshinori didn't care that he despised Ryuhei with a passion.

"Ryuhei? Have I ever told you that I consider you the least vulgar person out of all of Kiriyama's group? I especially admire you for your dancing skills," Toshinori lied as he snuck up behind Ryuhei. He had no idea what he was doing, but he didn't care in the slightest. He just wanted somebody to dance with, considering there was no sign of Haruka.

Sakura wasn't perfectly pleased with the amount of water she drank, considering her bad condition — moving walls, really? — but at least she drank a little bit of it and told (or was it a lie?) Sakura she was feeling much better.

She was soon being dragged on the dance floor. Sakura giggled at her enthusiasm, shaking her head. "You're crazy! Alright, alright!"
She felt her hand being leaded on Izumi's butt and lightly blushing Sakura raised it a bit, leaving it on her lower back, hoping that Izumi wouldn't notice the change. She had never lead a dance before, and the first dance to lead was with a drunk girl — just perfect. Without a word, she started to lead that dance, with a little bit clumsy moves, but seeing how out of her mind Izumi was, she wouldn't worry too much about her dance leading skills.

Hearing the door of the girls' bathroom lock gave Takako an enormous rush. That rush only intensified when Mitsuko pressed her against the wall and started making out with her again. She gladly returned the favor, sticking her tongue into Mitsuko's mouth and grabbing her hair. She wanted to memorize every inch of the other girl's mouth, wanted to kiss her jaw and her throat and her eyelids. She wanted to drown in Mitsuko.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this with her.

Suddenly, Mitsuko pulled away, leaving Takako disappointed and confused. Those feelings disappeared, however, once Mitsuko stepped out of her dress.

"Oh. My God."

Her body was astounding. Takako was sure she could stare at it forever.

How could I never have noticed this?! She's fucking gorgeous! And she's right here showing it all for me right now.!

What the fuck? Did Ryuhei hear correctly? Did Toshinori 'Froggy' Oda just asked him to dance with him? One of the people he despised the most- Just asked him to dance with him? And admires his dance abilities?
Something was really wrong. Although, Ryuhei didn't really care for the reasons behind this notion, he just wanted the Frog to buzz off.
"Oh my god, why the fuck would I want to dance with you, Frog face?"

Toshinori was confused by Ryuhei's reply. He seemed so cold (Toshinori happened to forget how much Ryuhei disliked him by that point). He pouted, with his cheeks puffing out, making him look less like a frog and more like a chipmunk.

"What's your problem?! I'm clearly saying that you're a better dancer than me, and I'd love you to show me how I can become more like you! What's wrong with that?" Toshinori whined. Anyone looking on would've clearly been able to tell that Toshinori Oda wasn't right in the head at that point.

Mitsuko smiled as Takako stared dumbfounded at her body. This is really it, I'm finally going to have Takako. And after I have her I'll move on to Shuya, Mitsuko recalls Shuya saying something about drinking the punch later. This is perfect, everything will fall according to plan.

Mitsuko then shoves Takako against the wall again and whispered to her, "I took mine off, now you take off yours." Mitsuko grinned.

Mitsuko didn't care about the consequences of this. She didn't care about how mad Takako would be when the effects wore off tomorrow. Mitsuko only cared about the fact that right now Takako belonged to her.

Mitsuko can barely imagine the look Hiroki would give if he saw this. He'd probably glare at it with his jaw opened wide, then he would spontaneously combust.

Mitsuko waited for Takako to take off her dress.

If Sakura found the whole thing a bit awkward, Izumi took no notice! Everytime she pulled Sakura closer to herself, she felt the girl tensing up and politely pulling back, but it wasn't anything Izumi took personal. Especially not at the moment.
"Am I as good as a dancer as Yamamoto-kun, Saku-chan?" she asked, grinning hopefully. Before she could answer, Izumi took a little spin and (again) almost fell down as she tried to make a gracious ending to it.
"Ops! I guess my balance is a bit off... But it's because of these rooms, really... I dont understand why Yukie chose this place with moving walls. Odd place to dance. All gets...very mixed up." In Izumi's head this made perfect sense and she didn't realize it maybe didn't to anyone else.

Izumi tried resting her head on Sakura's shoulder. As she did, she got an overview of the room. To her delight she saw her newly befriended... friend, Ryuhei Sasagawa, chatting with Oda. This struck her as odd, as they weren't friends, not at all. They despised each other! But she didn't dwell on it. The important thing was after all... He should know where Mitsuru is!. And even if he didn't, Izumi was quite fond of him. Very fond. She would have to talk to him soon. Hopefully he didn't notice her blatant staring.
But she would have to join him later, she was not yet done with Sakura.
"Just one more dance!" she pleaded.

Yukie danced with her friends and was much more outgoing than usual. "This dance kicks ass!" She shouted. She loved the way Shuya played guitar and she loved how he was all hers

Takako tried to slide off her dress, but it took a little more maneuvering than she would have liked. What's wrong with this thing? Her fingers were trembling and her head started to spin. That was definitely not helping. Whatever. She managed to get the damned thing off, and it pooled to the ground. She stood there in her sports bra and boy shorts. She should have been chilly, but all she could feel was fire racing under her skin.

"What do you think?"

Mitsuko smiled as Takako fumbled with her undressing. But when she finally got her dress off, Mitsuko couldn't help but be impressed with her physically fit and gorgeous body. Track works well for you, girl. Mitsuko smiled, "Not bad Takako, not bad at all."

Then Mitsuko whispered into her ear, "So you want to see how hardcore I really am?"

When Shuya finished off his song, he was surprised to find how sweaty he had become. He had become so absorbed into his music that he hadn't realized his fingers were getting sore already. He decided it would be a wise choice to take a break.

He stepped off the stage and set his guitar down, leaning it on the side of the stage. He decided to leave the music up to the random playlist on the cd player. It was mostly pop music, but it was the bearable kind at least.

He decided to approach Yukie, who was looking like she was having the time of her life. Shuya greeted her with a smile. "Hey! The dance is turning out pretty good, huh?"

Takako leaned into Mitsuko's whisper, draping her arms over the girl's shoulder. She was reeling now, dizzy with lust and something else she couldn't quite name. Clinging to Mitsuko helped to ground her, so she brought the smaller girl to her chest and held onto her tightly. Her breath was shallow.

"I'm just so curious."

"Yeah! You're so good!" Yukie hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek which she never would've done if she hadn't been drinking the tainted punch.