[one-shot] Cinderella without a glass shoes
Title: Cinderella without a glass shoes
Rating: G
Paring: me/jin akanishi [i'm paranoid yes i know.. kindly imagine YOU were in the story..]
Genre: romance, bit fluff
Author: who else? ^___^
SUMMARY: i'm at a ball on j.e, which johnny kitagawa prepared. i'm there to cover my boss, my friend, when suddenly found myself with a man named jin akanishi. this where the fairytale begun.
""See? Breath-taking." He said softly, staring into my eyes. Consciously, I never had a reason to think he was telling the truth. But when I looked at him, his expression was sincere and his eyes didn't lie to me. So during that time, as short as it was, I believed him. ''
CINDERELLA WITHOUT A GLASS SHOES
The outfit was killing me. Not literally, but it was super uncomfortable to say in the least. I wasn't used to wearing things like that either. It was a fancy dress and a mask. I tried not to fiddle around with the sequins on it. Or maybe it wasn't the outfit at all that was wracking my brain. It could have been the intimidation of the room. I was in a room full of stars.
This was a masquerade ball that Kitagawa Johnny decided to throw to give some fun to the entertainment world. It was a huge event. And every single idol from his company was present. But that wasn't the whole thing. I wasn't supposed to be there. Only celebrities were there. Actors, actresses, models, singer, performers, comedians. Those were the type of people that were present. But I was nobody.
I worked for the manager of one of the actresses who was invited to this event. Something came up last minute. She had a family emergency and had to pass up on the event but since everything had already been organized, it was too late to call back the reply. So someone had to go. Since it was a masked event, no one would know that it wasn't her present.
Even so, I felt like it was wrong to be there. All these beautiful talented people were present. What right did someone plain and boring like me have to be there?
I slapped some sense into myself. Despite all those things, I didn't know what I was freaking out about. I took in a breath of air. Everything was behind a mask, wasn't it? What could be seen through that?
And I didn't really have to do anything except be there anyway. People were eating, dancing, and talking. They were all doing their own thing amongst themselves. Being comfortable and enjoying themselves; which they were absolutely entitled to. I just didn't feel apart of that atmosphere.
While I thought these things to myself, I felt like someone was watching me, which could have been another reason why I was uncomfortable. It took a while before I finally traced the gaze to someone standing across the room, wearing a black mask with silver and blue ornate designs on it. It was kind of like the moon and stars decorating the night sky.
Being distracted, it took me some time to realize I was had been staring right back at him. I immediately looked away elsewhere. How embarrassing. There was no way he didn't see me look back. I was trying to remain invisible because I was so good at going unnoticed and I already attracted attention. I decided to navigate to a different part of the room when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Care to dance with me?" A voice asked me. Even though I hadn't gotten a good look at him from that far away, I knew the voice belonged to the man with the moon mask. And I dreaded turning around to face him, but I knew I had to do it to make him go away.
I fully intended to politely refuse him but my eyes connected with his immediately which normally didn't happen. It was the intensity in his eyes that drew me. They were the only thing I could see clearly from him and they had soul. Could I turn away from that?
At that moment I realized something. However, when the thought came to me, instead of feeling relieved like I should have, I was slightly disappointed.
"I can't dance, I'm sorry." I replied, bowed lightly in apology, and turned away to leave the humiliation. And then before I went any farther, he took my hand. I looked down at it in shock and then up at his masked face.
"Show me." He said and brought me over to the dance floor. I wouldn't admit that I felt exhilarated from the whole experience and I was flustered from the turn of events.
"I really can't dance." I insisted. I couldn't see his expression through the mask, but I thought I felt it. And I was sure he smiled.
"Sure you can. There's nothing to dancing. See? Just follow my lead." He moved one of my hands to his shoulder and held the other in his hand. His second arm moved to go around my waist with purpose. I felt really stiff but the situation was actually not that uncomfortable. He was a really strong support so I felt the ability to relax after a while which I hadn't thought was possible. It was not what I expected at all.
This man holding onto me was just being a normal guy for this moment. I knew somewhere my brain was thinking that he was some famous person I probably saw on TV all the time but I didn't care. There was a definite presence to him that was powerful but he wasn't exuding his charm and conquering me with it. He was pulling me in with him into his world to be part of it. And I almost felt like I was a star myself. For a while I thought he could see who I was beyond the mask that covered more than just my face.
It was certainly a lot more fun than what I had been doing earlier at least. I started to feel myself get lost in that and it was starting to scare me. I fell in stride with the situation too naturally. I tried to think of a way to casually leave when he stopped moving and I felt myself fall away from him, the distance coming automatically.
"Want something to drink?" He asked. Not trusting my voice, I nodded in answer. "Stay right there. I'll be back." He stared at me for a little bit before he turned to leave.
It was the perfect opportunity to make my escape. As soon as he left I immediately walked off to the nearest exit. I realized that I actually hadn't had to stay for the whole function and wondered why I hadn't thought of that sooner. I jetted out of there like my life depended on it.
And maybe it had in a way. It was too hard to stay there. He made me feel exposed because he seemed to see through everything. The intensity of the whole experience took my breath away but it scared the life out of me. Because I forgot myself for a while back there with him. I forgot what I was doing and that I was pretending to be someone I wasn't. I forgot that I didn't belong there.
But most of all, while it lasted, I forgot that I thought I was hideous. Being surrounded by all that glamour was really getting to my head.
It was like a scene out of a fairytale, and as all good things go, the magic would have to end eventually. I preferred sooner than later. Because unlike those lucky maidens, I had to return to the real world and I knew I wouldn't have been able to bear the thought unless I ended it on my own.
I had felt a little guilty about just leaving him there but there had been nothing else to do at that time. He didn't know me and I didn't know him. The only distinctive things I knew about him was his eyes and his voice. I would probably never forget either of them for the rest of my life because he cast me under temporary spell.
You could say nothing changed after that. Time seemed to pass by as usual and that experience became like a dream. A very vivid dream, yes, but it started to fade away slowly. After a while I thought it might disappear completely if I didn't decide to hold onto it. I wasn't ready to let it go even if it was a dream because it was the most beautiful one I'd ever had. Maybe I'd woken up from it too soon.
I walked over to a tea place to pick up something to drink on my way home when a figure caught my eye from across the street where the little shop was. The man seemed to be looking at me, but I couldn't tell from the distance. It brought back the memories of my encounter at the masquerade ball and I couldn't take it so I decided to buy tea later and go home. But I didn't get very far when I heard the sound of a familiar voice behind me.
"So I found you again, my Cinderella." I swallowed but didn't dare turn around. I think if I saw him again without the mask this time it would be hard to walk away. Chance. Had we run into each other again by chance? Or was it something more than that?
"You disappeared without leaving a glass slipper. I think that was very unfair of you." He continued. I really didn't know what to say but was frozen to the spot. I couldn't send the brainwaves to my legs to move forward and do the simple task of walking.
"You know, that wasn't very nice. I told you to stay where you were but you didn't listen and left. And it wasn't even midnight yet. I think you need to refresh your memory on how fairytales work."
"But we're not in a fairytale." I answered, finally getting out a statement.
"Maybe not. It sure felt like one, though. I had a dance with a beautiful woman and she leaves without a word. Sounds like a fairytale to me."
"You don't even know what I look like." I argued. He couldn't call me beautiful when he had never seen me besides from behind a mask. I wasn't moving and I could hear his footsteps getting closer until I knew he was almost right behind me by then.
"Show me." He said with authority.
"But I'm not beautiful." I protested. I didn't want to scare him away. I would have preferred him keeping me as a nice dream. I didn't want to shatter that perception.
"Sure you are." And he spun me around, taking me off-guard. I couldn't look at him so I stared at the floor. He lifted my chin up.
"See? Breath-taking." He said softly, staring into my eyes. Consciously, I never had a reason to think he was telling the truth. But when I looked at him, his expression was sincere and his eyes didn't lie to me. So during that time, as short as it was, I believed him.
"But our fairytale already ended." I stated sadly.
"True, but our real story didn't start yet. And maybe that's even better. Care to join me?" He asked and held out his hand.
I stared at his hand for a while. I was afraid of what it would mean if I took it because I knew what he was offering with his simple comment. But that one experience with him had been the most alive I'd felt. That short amount of time with him had made me feel like I was more than a person in the crowd. To him I had stood out. And that was a lot more than I could have said about myself.
Could I walk away from him again?
I stared at his hand a little longer and then looked up.
"Well, at least this time you wouldn't be able to berate me for not losing a glass slipper." I smiled and placed my hand in his.
A/N :. DID I FAILED?! GOMMEN NE! it's just my dream~ hehe
busy busy me~ comments are loved
THANKS FOR READING~
Rating: G
Paring: me/jin akanishi [i'm paranoid yes i know.. kindly imagine YOU were in the story..]
Genre: romance, bit fluff
Author: who else? ^___^
SUMMARY: i'm at a ball on j.e, which johnny kitagawa prepared. i'm there to cover my boss, my friend, when suddenly found myself with a man named jin akanishi. this where the fairytale begun.
""See? Breath-taking." He said softly, staring into my eyes. Consciously, I never had a reason to think he was telling the truth. But when I looked at him, his expression was sincere and his eyes didn't lie to me. So during that time, as short as it was, I believed him. ''
CINDERELLA WITHOUT A GLASS SHOES
The outfit was killing me. Not literally, but it was super uncomfortable to say in the least. I wasn't used to wearing things like that either. It was a fancy dress and a mask. I tried not to fiddle around with the sequins on it. Or maybe it wasn't the outfit at all that was wracking my brain. It could have been the intimidation of the room. I was in a room full of stars.
This was a masquerade ball that Kitagawa Johnny decided to throw to give some fun to the entertainment world. It was a huge event. And every single idol from his company was present. But that wasn't the whole thing. I wasn't supposed to be there. Only celebrities were there. Actors, actresses, models, singer, performers, comedians. Those were the type of people that were present. But I was nobody.
I worked for the manager of one of the actresses who was invited to this event. Something came up last minute. She had a family emergency and had to pass up on the event but since everything had already been organized, it was too late to call back the reply. So someone had to go. Since it was a masked event, no one would know that it wasn't her present.
Even so, I felt like it was wrong to be there. All these beautiful talented people were present. What right did someone plain and boring like me have to be there?
I slapped some sense into myself. Despite all those things, I didn't know what I was freaking out about. I took in a breath of air. Everything was behind a mask, wasn't it? What could be seen through that?
And I didn't really have to do anything except be there anyway. People were eating, dancing, and talking. They were all doing their own thing amongst themselves. Being comfortable and enjoying themselves; which they were absolutely entitled to. I just didn't feel apart of that atmosphere.
While I thought these things to myself, I felt like someone was watching me, which could have been another reason why I was uncomfortable. It took a while before I finally traced the gaze to someone standing across the room, wearing a black mask with silver and blue ornate designs on it. It was kind of like the moon and stars decorating the night sky.
Being distracted, it took me some time to realize I was had been staring right back at him. I immediately looked away elsewhere. How embarrassing. There was no way he didn't see me look back. I was trying to remain invisible because I was so good at going unnoticed and I already attracted attention. I decided to navigate to a different part of the room when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Care to dance with me?" A voice asked me. Even though I hadn't gotten a good look at him from that far away, I knew the voice belonged to the man with the moon mask. And I dreaded turning around to face him, but I knew I had to do it to make him go away.
I fully intended to politely refuse him but my eyes connected with his immediately which normally didn't happen. It was the intensity in his eyes that drew me. They were the only thing I could see clearly from him and they had soul. Could I turn away from that?
At that moment I realized something. However, when the thought came to me, instead of feeling relieved like I should have, I was slightly disappointed.
"I can't dance, I'm sorry." I replied, bowed lightly in apology, and turned away to leave the humiliation. And then before I went any farther, he took my hand. I looked down at it in shock and then up at his masked face.
"Show me." He said and brought me over to the dance floor. I wouldn't admit that I felt exhilarated from the whole experience and I was flustered from the turn of events.
"I really can't dance." I insisted. I couldn't see his expression through the mask, but I thought I felt it. And I was sure he smiled.
"Sure you can. There's nothing to dancing. See? Just follow my lead." He moved one of my hands to his shoulder and held the other in his hand. His second arm moved to go around my waist with purpose. I felt really stiff but the situation was actually not that uncomfortable. He was a really strong support so I felt the ability to relax after a while which I hadn't thought was possible. It was not what I expected at all.
This man holding onto me was just being a normal guy for this moment. I knew somewhere my brain was thinking that he was some famous person I probably saw on TV all the time but I didn't care. There was a definite presence to him that was powerful but he wasn't exuding his charm and conquering me with it. He was pulling me in with him into his world to be part of it. And I almost felt like I was a star myself. For a while I thought he could see who I was beyond the mask that covered more than just my face.
It was certainly a lot more fun than what I had been doing earlier at least. I started to feel myself get lost in that and it was starting to scare me. I fell in stride with the situation too naturally. I tried to think of a way to casually leave when he stopped moving and I felt myself fall away from him, the distance coming automatically.
"Want something to drink?" He asked. Not trusting my voice, I nodded in answer. "Stay right there. I'll be back." He stared at me for a little bit before he turned to leave.
It was the perfect opportunity to make my escape. As soon as he left I immediately walked off to the nearest exit. I realized that I actually hadn't had to stay for the whole function and wondered why I hadn't thought of that sooner. I jetted out of there like my life depended on it.
And maybe it had in a way. It was too hard to stay there. He made me feel exposed because he seemed to see through everything. The intensity of the whole experience took my breath away but it scared the life out of me. Because I forgot myself for a while back there with him. I forgot what I was doing and that I was pretending to be someone I wasn't. I forgot that I didn't belong there.
But most of all, while it lasted, I forgot that I thought I was hideous. Being surrounded by all that glamour was really getting to my head.
It was like a scene out of a fairytale, and as all good things go, the magic would have to end eventually. I preferred sooner than later. Because unlike those lucky maidens, I had to return to the real world and I knew I wouldn't have been able to bear the thought unless I ended it on my own.
I had felt a little guilty about just leaving him there but there had been nothing else to do at that time. He didn't know me and I didn't know him. The only distinctive things I knew about him was his eyes and his voice. I would probably never forget either of them for the rest of my life because he cast me under temporary spell.
You could say nothing changed after that. Time seemed to pass by as usual and that experience became like a dream. A very vivid dream, yes, but it started to fade away slowly. After a while I thought it might disappear completely if I didn't decide to hold onto it. I wasn't ready to let it go even if it was a dream because it was the most beautiful one I'd ever had. Maybe I'd woken up from it too soon.
I walked over to a tea place to pick up something to drink on my way home when a figure caught my eye from across the street where the little shop was. The man seemed to be looking at me, but I couldn't tell from the distance. It brought back the memories of my encounter at the masquerade ball and I couldn't take it so I decided to buy tea later and go home. But I didn't get very far when I heard the sound of a familiar voice behind me.
"So I found you again, my Cinderella." I swallowed but didn't dare turn around. I think if I saw him again without the mask this time it would be hard to walk away. Chance. Had we run into each other again by chance? Or was it something more than that?
"You disappeared without leaving a glass slipper. I think that was very unfair of you." He continued. I really didn't know what to say but was frozen to the spot. I couldn't send the brainwaves to my legs to move forward and do the simple task of walking.
"You know, that wasn't very nice. I told you to stay where you were but you didn't listen and left. And it wasn't even midnight yet. I think you need to refresh your memory on how fairytales work."
"But we're not in a fairytale." I answered, finally getting out a statement.
"Maybe not. It sure felt like one, though. I had a dance with a beautiful woman and she leaves without a word. Sounds like a fairytale to me."
"You don't even know what I look like." I argued. He couldn't call me beautiful when he had never seen me besides from behind a mask. I wasn't moving and I could hear his footsteps getting closer until I knew he was almost right behind me by then.
"Show me." He said with authority.
"But I'm not beautiful." I protested. I didn't want to scare him away. I would have preferred him keeping me as a nice dream. I didn't want to shatter that perception.
"Sure you are." And he spun me around, taking me off-guard. I couldn't look at him so I stared at the floor. He lifted my chin up.
"See? Breath-taking." He said softly, staring into my eyes. Consciously, I never had a reason to think he was telling the truth. But when I looked at him, his expression was sincere and his eyes didn't lie to me. So during that time, as short as it was, I believed him.
"But our fairytale already ended." I stated sadly.
"True, but our real story didn't start yet. And maybe that's even better. Care to join me?" He asked and held out his hand.
I stared at his hand for a while. I was afraid of what it would mean if I took it because I knew what he was offering with his simple comment. But that one experience with him had been the most alive I'd felt. That short amount of time with him had made me feel like I was more than a person in the crowd. To him I had stood out. And that was a lot more than I could have said about myself.
Could I walk away from him again?
I stared at his hand a little longer and then looked up.
"Well, at least this time you wouldn't be able to berate me for not losing a glass slipper." I smiled and placed my hand in his.
A/N :. DID I FAILED?! GOMMEN NE! it's just my dream~ hehe
busy busy me~ comments are loved
THANKS FOR READING~