Mood Dance

Everything was shaking, so much. Ryuhei must have noticed (even though Izumi thought she did a good job at keeping up the image of being very well preserved), because he laid a firm arm around her shoulder. For a moment the world did seem to stop. But only a moment. She felt it move again and had to keep holding on.
Izumi saw Ryuhei's face glowing dark red. Maybe he had had something to drink as well? Or maybe he actually was very uncomfortable with how she was acting. But even if she had wanted to worry about that now, she couldn't. If she let go of the boy, she was afraid she would fall down and never be able to get back up again. He asked her if she was ok and she confirmed that she sure was.
"Better than ok, actually. I don't think I ever have felt this good before. I'm really really really REALLY happy, Ryuhei!" She grinned up at him. Then her face got darker.

So where's that no good friend of yours? She wanted to ask. Where's my boy? But as she was about to ask about Mitsuru, something in her mind stopped her. Maybe it was the realization that it didn't really matter. That she didn't care. She had Ryuhei here with her, after all. It might just be good enough.
She snuggled up close to his chest, and felt his body tense (with excitement or fear? It might have been both, she figured).
"I really like you, Ryu," she said, truthfully. "I'm sorry if sometimes I... Oh, I just really like you, Ryuhei." She shook her head, a hard knot seeming to form in her chest. Why was she feeling like this? What was it about Ryuhei that made her this confused?

Luckily for the drugged couple there seemed to be no cars on the road that night. They walked into the convenience store and were awed by the bright fluorescent lights. "Wheres the punch?" Yukie wondered aloud as she wandered through the aisles.

The thought of his counterpart massacring his peers did intrigue him. The more refined Kiriyama had already murdered a fair amount of his classmates before, but he'd only witnessed two other murders second hand (Hiroki Sugimura and Kayoko Kotohiki,) so the thought of witnessing another two murders would seem somewhat appealing to him. Because of the agreement the Kiriyama's set upon themselves, the paler Kazuo would have to be by the other's side anyway, just in case things got out of hand. Kazuo had kept the Switchblade for such an occasion.

The novel-verse Kiriyama made his way toward Noriko Nakagawa and Yoshitoki Kuninobu. He rested his hand on Yoshitoki's should and leaned forward to position his face next to the other's ear.
"I believe we have ran out of punch, maybe you and Nakagawa would like to deliver some more." Keeping in mind that the other guest may find their behaviour suspicious.

Noriko almost took a step back, confused by Kazuo Kiriyama's sudden appearance. He had begun to whisper in Yoshitoki's ear, which only led to her being more puzzled by the situation. It wasn't that Kiriyama hated their group, it was just that he and Yoshitoki never really talked at all.

"Kiriyama, is something wrong?" she asked, a little frustrated that he had cut in between the pair.

The Blond's chest tightened and he could feel dozens of Butterflies in his stomach, the sick sensation spread through Ryuhei's body after hearing those words.
What do you mean you like me? You're with my best friend! You're not supposed to like me!
Ryuhei wrapped his free arm around Izumi's slender frame and rested his cheek upon her head, at this point he couldn't control his actions.
"I thought you liked Mitsuru..." He whispered, almost as if he didn't care anymore. He combed his right hand through Izumi's short, but soft hair.

Ryuhei stroked her softly through her hair, as he uttered he words she had repeated to herself for a while. And not just tonight. She loved how his hands felt on her head, how his arm felt around her body.
"I do... I think I do." Think you do? Is that good enough? Is it good enough to just think? Thinking was anyway not something Izumi wanted to do much of at the moment. If she started thinking, she might see how much of a bad idea this all was. She might realize how mean she was being towards the guy she was supposed to be an item with. Right now she decided just feeling was good enough.

"But I also like you. Don't you like me? I thought maybe... I thought.... You're so nice to me, Ryuhei. You're so sweet. You're not bad at all. Not even a little bad, you know." Knowing she was about to start another one of her evening's famous rambles, she needed a way to shut herself up. Looking up into Ryuhei's face, seeing his eyes softened as they met hers, Izumi might just have found one. She laid one of her own shaking hands on his cheek and pulled herself up towards him. As their lips finally met, she couldn't understand how she thought the night had been so great up until this moment. Because this sure beat everything she had ever done before.

This is fucking crazy, thought Shogo Kawada with a surprised look, eyes wide open, as he stepped in the dance hall, looking around meaning to look for familiar faces of Shuya and Noriko. All he could see was wasted couples dancing, swaying people here and there and only few people sitting alone in the corner.

Something was going to happen in this crazy ass party and he could already feel it. The only damn reason Shogo decided to pay a visit was because Noriko was sweet enough to invite him. Not as her date, though.

And at that exact moment he thought he should get the fuck out of there before anyone would notice and drag him in.

As surprised as the Blond was, he couldn't help but return the kiss. Izumi's lips felt soft and they tasted like punch, better than he had expected. Ryuhei pulled Izumi closer into his body and moved his hand further down her back and rested his hands onto her waist. He then inserted his tongue into her mouth. Ryuhei felt as if he had been lifted into the heavens, everything was perfect.

All feeling of guilt rushed back into Ryuhei's system-
She's your best friend's girl you moron!
All thought of romance and bliss were all killed in an instant -Fucking moron!
He parted their lips and rested his forehead onto her own, "I'm sorry, but Mitsuru really cares about you, and he'd totally kick my ass for this."



Kazuo lifted his head from Yoshitoki's ear,
"Nothing is wrong, Nakagawa, I was simply requesting that you both fetch us some more punch as you don't seem to be busy."

Noriko blinked a few times, and then beamed. She had to admit she was feeling extremely thirsty ever since having the first cup of punch, and she was sure other people felt similar.

"Oh! I guess that would be good. We'll be back before you know it," Noriko reassured Kazuo. She took Yoshitoki's hand and walked out of the dance humming happily.

Its been a while since Sugi came back, and looking around the hall, there was something fishy. It was nice to see Noriko having fun with Nobu and Kanai as well...but its a bit...

She sighed at the moment trying to look at Sugi in the crowds. He told her that he'll be back but it had been some time. She doesn't want Sugi to worry when he finds that she left but she was already worried about him.

Kayoko looked down at her hand where the three chocolates, and untie her cat bandanna. If only she has a pen to write to Sugi where she will go but she could trust Megumi on that.

Kayoko tied the bandanna to one of the legs of the chair, and face Megumi.

"I'll be off to find Sugi. Sorry about this, Megumi, but if he comes back tell him that I'm looking for him."

It felt as if Ryuhei had punched her in the stomache. She had just managed to let the thought of Mitsuru escape her mind, - and was feeling great with this boy! -, and then boom! he has to bring it up. And why? Was it because he didn't like her too much after all?
It's because they're best friends, she thought, trying to rationalize with herself. He's being a good friend. He's a good guy, you know he is.
Out loud she said: "Ryuhei, is this only because you're worried what Mitsuru would do to you? If he tries anything, I'll kick his ass. I won't let him touch you!" In her current state Izumi didn't see any problem with her statement. Of course she could fix this situation. Of course she could work it out with both Ryuhei and Mitsuru. There wasn't anything she couldn't do. She's Izumi freaking Kanai!

Ryuhei's face revealed he might be a bit more sceptic. He's not convinced yet, she thought, getting almost frustrated. She wanted Ryuhei. She wanted him real bad. And not just because she was a spoiled rich kid who always got her way. She wasn't, really wasn't (maybe a little bit). She wanted him because he was him and he was perfect. And he needed to be hers. She needed to be his, right now she did. She needed his lips again and for him to hold her like he did before the guilt had caught up to him.

"I don't really know exactly what is going on", she said, truthfully. "But I know you're the one who's here with me, not Mitsuru. I know I have feelings for you that I can't explain, even to myself. And I know if you don't kiss me again, I will lose my mind."

kayoko managed to find a backdoor and went outside to get some fresh air. It was hard to find Sugi inside.

The loud music didn't help, the lights also, and even the classmates she knew didn't help her to find Sugimura. Souma and Takako wasn't in sight and she was worried about what would Souma do to Sugi's best friend.

Maybe a little fresh air and quiet time could help her will power to find Sugi in the mess. That was one thing they had in common, and looking at the road, she wondered if it was alright to go back home and tell mom that the party finished early.

But she couldn't leave Sugi like that, looking for her while she's at home in bed sleeping. Why can't they just have a normal party.

She gave herself five minutes before going back inside to find Sugi...hopefully he's alright.

Wait! So does this mean that Izumi wanted him the entire time?

Ryuhei felt like his heart had just leapt out of his throat and could feel the sweat oozing out of every pour in his body.
And just like that, all of his guilt had flown away. If Mitsuru really wanted her, he could have at least turned up!

The blond's eyes softened upon Izumi's gaze once again, he pulled a stray hair behind her let ear using his right index finger and caressed her soft cheek. He eventually tilted his head, removing his wide forehead for her own and planted his lips upon hers. Her lips were small, but full and still tasted like the punch. He tried to kiss each side of her mouth, but Izumi only seemed interested in one area. The blond moved his right hand slowly down her face and onto her neck, caressing her smooth skin. His left hand was stroking her thin waist with his thumb.

You know what, Mitsuru? You can kiss my ass!

Finally it seemed like Ryuhei was no longer concerned with anything but her. His hand was supporting her neck and pushing her closer to his face, which made their kiss even more passionate. Izumi was almost afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself. She felt her own hands moving down, wanting to rip his (suprisingly nice) shirt off. But she stopped herself in time. Everyone else seemed to be ending up on the floor, but no matter how out of it she was, she wasn't at the stage of throwing her virginity away. And certainly not in public!

When he started carressing her waist, it was even harder to contain herself. She leaned her body as close to his as she managed, and without noticing had pushed him up against the wall behind them. For a second she forgot about all her classmates, perhaps watching. She didn't know if he notcied how badly she wanted him right now (Are you dumb? You're almost screwing him, only with clothes on, of course he notices. He's not retarded!), but she had no trouble feeling how badly he wanted her. It made her feel good, powerful even. And even more sure that this was the right thing to do.
Suddenly she got a crazy idea.
"Ryuhei", she practically moaned in his ear. "Do you want to join me somewhere private? The bathroom, perhaps?"

He had to have scanned through the gym at least three times. This couldn't be. His finger quivered over the trigger of his Uzi. Kawada nor Mimura were anywhere in sight. One of them had to be here. Kazuo hadn't killed anything but bugs in a week; he came here to kill people - just two people - just two - and neither of them appeared to be here. The intensity in his dark eyes was rapidly festering into something more manic.

Just as he began to raise his submachine gun, movement caught the corner of his vision. His attention snapped to the door, where another familiar face had just strode in. One of the faces he had been looking for. The face he had never even been able to lay eyes on in their last encounter.

Perfect timing. Kazuo swiveled toward the door so that by the time his Uzi was raised in both hands, it was aimed roughly for Kawada's legs. Typewriter-like gunfire erupted through the gymnasium; bloodlust billowed into Kazuo's eyes as the familiar odor of the smoke from his gun filled his nostrils.




Chisato might as well have jumped to the ceiling. Reflexively she clung with both hands onto Oda's sleeve, ducking behind him with a short shriek. A submachine gun was what had killed her; even if it hadn't been this one, the distinct sound of its gunfire instantly had her scared out of her mind even more than sighting it alone. Her eyes were shut so tight she didn't even see where movie-verse Kiriyama was shooting.

It had all happened so quickly. One minute Toshinori felt like he was making much better progress with Chisato than with Ryuhei, and then that vulgar other Kiriyama had entered the gym with a sub-machine gun. Chisato had clung to his sleeve and hid behind him.

Vulgar sociopath... Ruining my first dance of the night... he thought, grimacing. In a normal situation, he would've shoved Chisato away and ran, but under the effect of the drug, he enjoyed having someone cling to his arm.

Toshinori reflectively grabbed Chisato's other arm and hid underneath the refreshment table. Damn. Of all days to forget a bulletproof vest and helment.

In the bathroom, her face buried in Mitsuko's neck, Takako thought she heard something like . . . gunfire? No, that couldn't be right.

Jeez, pull yourself together. You're hearing things. It's probably just drums from Shuya's rock music.

Mitsuko was just about to finally do it with Takako when the sound of gunfire burst into her ears. She knew full well what was going on, Kiryama was shooting at Shinji or Shogo, the two people who he wanted to kill tonight.

Mitsuko knew that it would happen and she knew she didn't want to get involved with it. She didn't care that Kawada or Mimura were about to get tortured and slaughtered, all she cared about was Takako.

Mitsuko walked up to her and initiated oral sex. I'll make her feel pleasure like she never felt before. So much pleasure that she'll come to me begging for it even when she's not drugged!

At last, Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!

Takako was distracted by the noise and still recovering from her dizzy spell when she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot from her core. She looked intently down between her legs, where she saw Mitsuko's head. She dug her fingers into the dark hair, gripping tightly.

"O-oh fuck . . . "

Her vision swam and she felt her face on fire. She couldn't keep herself from moaning, but frankly, she didn't care.

"Damn, that feels fucking good."

From the outside, she heard the shooting. The same kind of sound, the same ratatatata, that she recalled from the program.

It could be the music maybe one of Shuya's guitar tricks but she was sure it was a machine gun. Looking at the road, this would be a good time to ran to her home, and lie to her mother that the dance didn't turn up to a killing spree.

there was no way, she wants to die again. She already had a hard time coping with the nightmares, and the shooting doesn't help.

She looked back at the road. Going home was the safest solution at the movie but Sugi wasn't at sight. She failed to find him inside and she was worried that Sugi was also stuck with Kiriyama along with everyone else.

Relieving that she was outside made her guilty. Please stop, she clasped her hands waiting for it to stop.

Mitsuko grinned internally when Takako moaned and expressed her pleasure. Mitsuko didn't care that it was a drug that caused Takako to want her. After today Takako will want Mitsuko even when she's not drugged. Maybe she can even join my gang, she'd make me a lot of money.

Mitsuko continued the oral sex not caring about the problems of her classmates just outside. The only thing in the world that mattered right now was bending Takako to her will. This dance is perfect.

"Shit, shit, is that -- ahhh! That's just the d-drums, right?"

The noise outside continued to bother Takako, but certainly not to the point where she was willing to investigate. Not with Mitsuko right here, doing what she was doing. Hell no. She wants me and I want her and we can do this right now. We're doing this right now.

She tried to shift her focus back to Mitsuko and found it was hardly difficult at all.

In the store, Yukie and Shuya were completely oblivious to the events taking place the the dance. "Find the punch yet?" he asked, still looking around, as he looked out the store window, he could swear he saw Noriko and Yoshitoki walking to the store. Score! It would be like their own little party.

Noriko entered the store with Yoshitoki, her ears and mind still buzzing. The store seemed so quiet in comparison to the dance, considering all that could be heard was the quiet music overheard and the footsteps of other shoppers.

Up ahead, Noriko spotted Shuya and Yukie going through the drinks as well. She smiled. Why didn't I realize Yukie always makes sure everything goes alright? Kiriyama sent me out here for nothing.

For a moment, Noriko considered going back to the dance and continue what she was doing beforehand. Then, she remembered Yoshitoki mentioning feeling a bit unwell earlier, so she figured a few minutes outside of the crowded and hectic gym could do him some good.

"Shuya! Yukie! Hello!" she called out, running towards her two friends. She was better off not knowing what she was missing at the dance.

MItsuko stopped the oral sex for a moment from Takako's question. Mitsuko found it easy to ignore but she forgot that Takako wasn't in the same mindset as she was. Mitsuko could tell Takako was feeling pleasured, though.

"Yes, Shuya plays the drums very loud. Just ignore it, it's easy when your mind is occupied."

Then she resumed what she was doing before. Mitsuko thought Takako would've been more challenging to get to. But Takako was surprisingly easy to drug and have sex with. Easy, that's a huge turn-on.