I refuse to learn this week!!
And so I will learn to make a table and post these on my own page AFTER EXAM WEEK!!!
These are the only thing keeping me insane right now. Dissolving into sanity in the next few days would not be a good idea.
I am so THRILLED with this one!
49. Waltz:
Their dance, at first, was awkward, often coarse and clumsy, but in the end it evolved into a beautiful promenade of passionate movement and ethereal rhythm, swaying to a melody that only they can hear.
“Ah, Suzuna?” Suzuna looked up from her hiding place at the window, wide eyed, to stare up at Sena and Monta. The boys stared back at the crouching girl with twin looks of confusion, as they watched her peek into the clubroom.
“What’s up? You investigating again?” Monta asked, “I’m sure Hiruma-san would answer your questions if you just asked.” Sena nodded, but the cheerleader gave a quick shake of her head and peeked in for a third time.
“You’re not gonna believe this, but they’re dancing in there.”
“EEehhhhhh!” the pair struck poses, then squeezed in beside her under the closed window. They peeked as well. Monta turned back to the girl with a disgusted look,
“No they’re not!” Sena sighed, perhaps from relief, and looked away as well,
“Suzuna, Mamori-neechan is cleaning. Hiruma-san isn’t even standing, he’s on his laptop. Sure, they’re talking but…”
“No really! Here, take these,” she pulled her headphones off and rolled the volume as high as she dared. Pressing play, it was as if the boys had taken off blindfolds, suddenly the scene before them became very, very clear. As the boys watched in abject horror, Suzuna continued.
“I’m supposed to listen to this CD for music tomorrow. I was trying to get the sheet music for it from my bag but I tripped; that’s when I saw them.” The boys nodded slowly, still caught up in their peeping.
“Hiruma-kun!”
The heavy beat of a piano was heard by the three, along with another sound they couldn’t quite place. Mamori was first to initiate the fight, challenging the captain as she approached. Hiruma countered, swinging out of his chair to face her, sinewy power radiating from every inch of him, but still she advanced. He followed in suit until they were toe to toe, then almost casually reached for a gun and propped it on his shoulder. He jutted his chin out at an insolent angle, speaking as few words as possible. As if she’d been slapped, she retreated, face turned to the side, but he advanced, taking away the space she had made between them.
Renewed, she scowled and began again, twisting her body to shout at him sideways, one arm in the air, the other reaching for the broom in the corner behind him. He would not let her have it, and with a push to her shoulder, sent her spinning from her already unbalanced stance. He pressed on and she retreated to the far wall, then reversed, taking hold of a mop and charging him once again. He smirked, and fingered the trigger, slowly enunciating a soundless word to her. She reddened and whipped her face from his, turning her back to him and clutching the mop to her chest.
She watched as his hands came into view on either side of her, palms up, as if asking for forgiveness. She dared to look up and over her shoulder only to find him leering above her. She snaked a hand up and aimed for his face, but he caught her wrist and turned her, slowly, to face him again. Her left hand limply held the forgotten mop while her right dangled in the grasp of her captor. The song wound down, their eyes locked, he leaned in as if to deliver the final blow…
The door latch quivered. Their hands separated violently, both turning to resume their work as their teammates piled in. Suzuna looked at Monta, then at Sena. No one spoke as she dug in her backpack for the sheet music, the rustling paper sounding finally loud enough to rouse them from their stupor. Sena swallowed,
“So Mamori-neechan and Hiruma-kun …?”
“Are a Tango most profound.” Suzuna whispered back. Monta looked pale. Sena tried to smile,
“Kind of makes you want to learn to dance, huh?”
~*~
Omake:
“If Mamori-chan and You-nii are a tango, then Kuritan is a polka.”
“If Kurita-san is a polka, the Ha-Ha brothers are British Punk Rock.”
“If they’re punk rock, does that make Yukimitsu-san a “Book on Tape’?”