Mood Dance

The excitement that Kazushi was experiencing was beginning to get the better of him. He removed his hands from Yoshimi's breasts and proceeded to pull her Sugar pink dress down to her ankles, exposing her petite frame. The unhygienic teen placed his hands back onto Yoshimi's breasts, squeezing with anticipation.

She decided that, after getting off her underwear, she would lower his pants. She moaned at the touch of your hands in her bare breasts, and proceeded to do what she planned.

Her panties fell to the side of the dress, Yoshimi duck his gaze for a moment, then, she removed some of his clothes to him also, before remove his hands.
Finally, she bent down in front of him, but before, she smiled at him.

Yukie stared at Shuya a long time before answering his question. She felt like she hadn't had anything to drink in days. Utsumi placed er hands on Shuya's shoulders to keep from falling over. "I-I just feel really hot and dizzy, I think I need some more punch"

"Yeah, girl, go drink some more punch. I'm gonna stay on the ground. It's so lovely down here." Shuya giggled, closing his eyes.

Yukie stumbled off Shuya and towards the punch bowl. She grabbed two cups and filled them with what was left of the punch. She managed to make it back to Shuya without spilling any of the cups. "The punch is all gone, guess people liked it...Ooh pretty color!" She said awed by the color of someones dress.

Ryuhei had escorted her away from Oda. Izumi tried smiling to the froglike boy, as a gesture of showing she didn't mean to be rude by leaving like this. It seemed like Ryuhei was happy to get her alone. She liked that about him. He always did seem much happier when she was around. Maybe he likes me, she thought, but quickly brushed the thought of. Her friends (and Mitsuko) had planted the idea in her mind previously, but she didn't think it was the case. And he was after all Mitsuru's best friend!
"I'm not doing much. Did you just arrive? I've been waiting for you. I really have." She noticed herself starting to ramble again. Take it slow, Izumi.
As she tried to pull herself together, she felt the urge to touch him again. She stroked her hand gently across his chest. She didn't consider the fact that it might be just a bit inapropriate or how nervous it made Ryuhei. She just wanted to go with what she felt, right now.
"How are you doing? Why were you talking to Oda in the first place? You should have come to me right away. I waited for you. Did I say that already? I hope you want to dance soon. I really want to dance."
She accidentaly hit him with her other flailing arm and smiled apologetically. Lets try not to kill the boy, shall we.

Toshinori pouted once again as Ryuhei glared at him. He was gone off with Izumi, which left Toshinori all alone. Hmph. Not that it matters. There are plenty of people here who would be honoured to be in the presence of the amazing Oda, he thought as he looked around the dance floor.

Instead of grimacing at the couples who were really going at it, he smirked slightly, and then laughed. After that, Toshinori continued to look around, when he spotted one girl who was alone as well: Chisato Matsui. She was one of Haruka's friends, and someone who he generally would never associate with.

However, Toshinori wasn't exactly his usual snobby self after taking the punch. He walked over confidently to where Chisato was standing.

"Hello, Matsui. Are you waiting for someone in particular?" he asked the girl.

Shuya reached for his cup from Yukie. He sat up, but as he went to grab hold, the cup slipped through his fingers and spilled all over his shirt. He frowned a bit, but it only lasted a few seconds before he laughed again. "Whoops, silly me!"

Yukie laughed obnoxiously loud at the spill "Here we can share my cup" She sat down next to him and took a sip

"Hmm.. I have a better idea." Shuya leaned in and kissed Yukie suddenly. "Tastes better from your lips." he said with a grin as he pulled his face away again.

When she spied Yukie literally on the floor with Shuya, she decided to leave them alone. Everyone is having a... really good time... By the time Chisato turned to get some punch, the bowl was empty. "Ohh..." She wasn't sure it would have been as good as the cookies, but she was disappointed she didn't get to at least try it.

She jumped somewhat when a boy had appeared in front of her. Oda? What was he even doing here? This wasn't his kind of thing to go to... From what Chisato could tell, Toshinori didn't like any of his classmates. "Uhm... Hello Oda. Uhh..." She glanced toward the door again. There was still no sign of Shinji. But she certainly wasn't going to tell Oda, who she couldn't recall ever speaking to at all before, about that. "... N-No. Not really. I guess." The girl was increasingly wary about just what he meant by asking. Though Shinji was her top pick, Chisato was keenly aware of a number of other cute boys in the class. Toshinori Oda didn't quite make the cut. She knew him to be antisocial, if not mean, but considering he had never directly offended her in any way, she decided she should at least give him the benefit of the doubt... "Uhm.... D-Did you come with someone? You don't usually like... school events like this, do you...?" She rather regretted the second question upon uttering it. What if it sounded rude... Now I've made a bad first impression. Hnngh.

Yukie kissed him back but with more passion. She let the cup of punch fall to the ground spilling onto her new shoes. "I love you so much"

"Love you too." Shuya spoke between kisses. Things were starting to heat up between the two and it was right in the middle of the dance floor.

He pulled away again as he was feeling a bit dizzy. "Woah, sorry. Everything is spinning right now. Give me a second."

Normally, Toshinori would be stuck between finding Chisato's stumbling on her words clearly shock and honour that he graced her with kind words, or just plain vulgar. This time, he shrugged it off and moved a bit closer to her.

"I was supposed to meet Haruka here, but she hasn't exactly shown up yet. I suppose while you're waiting for whoever it is you're supposed to be waiting for, and while I'm waiting for my date, we could have one dance together," Toshinori offered, trying hard to phrase it in his usual proud way, but failing a little.

Yukie was beginning to feel out of breath "Yeah...I...feel...dizzy too" Yukie tried to stand but stumbled back onto Shuya.

Shuya laughed and held onto Yukie as she sat in his lap. "Lets try to stand together, okay? We can do it if we work together."

Kazuo proceeded to collect the chosen items that were tucked in at the back of his slacks and handed them over to his 'date.' He thought it would be a good option to keep the switchblade to himself, in case of an emergency or if his messier counterpart began another massacre.
"What would you do if neither Kawada nor Mimura turned up, Mr. Kiriyama?" The more refined Kiriyama ask to the other. "Remember the deal we have, Mr. Kiriyama."

"Alright" Yukie giggled. She pushed herself up while leaning on Shuya's shoulders and grabbed his hand. "You can do it Shu!"

Shuya got onto his right knee, and stepped up with his left leg.He shifted his right leg up, and somehow managed to stand. "We did it!" he exclaimed, hugging her in celebration.

"Team work rules!" Yukie exclaimed kissing her date again. "I wish we weren't out of punch...maybe we should go to the store across the street and get some?"

"What a great idea! No wonder you're class rep!" Shuya nearly jumped with joy. "Lets go! Right now!" He took her hand and practically ran to the gym doors.

Yukie laughed hysterically as her and Shuya ran out the doors and into the street.
She was mesmerized by the streetlights and the stars in the sky "Look how pretty the night is"

He took each weapon as it was handed to him to stash about his belt under his jacket. A strange kind of calm fell into his dark eyes. It felt good to feel the weight of a gun at his side again. But the revolver was for backup. His submachine gun was still waiting. Kazuo paused at his counterpart's words, but without making eye contact nor giving a response, turned to head into the dance.

Upon entering, he swiftly turned his gaze for the stacked-up bleachers before letting it linger on any student in the room. He had to stay focused- just until--

Movie-verse Kiriyama reached the bleachers and grabbed his ammunition, stuffing it in his pants pockets and moving at a brisk but nonchalant pace so as not to draw attention. A long breath drifted out of him as his hand grasped over his Uzi. He had to stay focused. Just long enough to look around. He had to stay focused. He pulled his submachine gun out of the bleachers and, slowly, reluctantly, let it rest in his hand at his side, while his eyes - maintaining an eerie calm but now with the intensity they had gained at holding the switchblade before - lifted to carefully, painstakingly sweep through each individual in the gym. One of them had to be here. At least one of them had to be here...




How did he ever get a date? The thought sounded cruel, but she couldn't imagine Oda asking anyone of their class, and no one came to mind who might ask him, either. "U-Uhhh...." Color rushed into her face. She had not expected him to be so blunt about it. But how else would he have asked her for a dance anyways? Chisato didn't particularly want to dance with him, but he wasn't being mean, and she certainly didn't want to be mean, and it wasn't like she had anything else to do anyways. "I-I-.... Okay." Come to think of it, she didn't even know what kind of dancing he meant. All she knew was basic slow dancing. And that's so.... intimate. This was a bad idea. "J-Just one though, okay? I can't- I'm not really good at dancing." She smiled sheepishly, trailing after him toward the dance floor, but all the while sweeping the door and the room once more for Shinji.

Instead, her gaze paused on a new figure that had appeared to the right of the door; a black-clad, lanky frame standing by the bleachers, with a familiar head of wild hair.

Chisato froze on her way to the dance floor, grabbing onto Oda's sleeve. "Oda..." She near whispered. "Oda." She repeated insistently a little louder, eyes locked onto submachine gun-wielding movie-verse Kiriyama.

Wait, what was up with Izumi? She was usually timid when it came to guys, but she couldn't seem to keep her hands off of Ryuhei.
Keep it together, man, she's with one of your best friends.
"I-I've been here awhile-" He stuttered, "-Are you okay, Izumi? You keep falling over."
Ryuhei proceeded to help Izumi keep her balance, he kept an arm around her shoulders. The petite girl's constant touch was beginning to make the Blond boy nervous, he could feel all the blood pumping into his face.

Shuya looked up. "Woah, it's super pretty.. Look at how bright it is." he pointed to one of the street lights. "Lets go get some more punch~!"

Little did they know, they had left the dance at the perfect time.