{2/25 - You’ve got some nerve, being the hottest thing in this room.}
Male!Bluebell/Fem!Spanner for my principessa.
Staring at the blonde on Shoichi Irie’s arm, Bluebell could not help but feel personally offended- How dare some nameless Black Spell member look better than his Byakuran-sama?
He couldn’t place her- the face was unfamiliar, even under the light make up she wore, but Bluebell knew he’d have remembered a face like that: aristocratic, with high cheek bones and sleepy-looking eyes, a combination that made the blonde look harmless and demure, maybe even a little uninterested.
Her figure wasn’t that bad either, if he were being honest, it was better than Kikyo’s- but that was the point she was offended by, this woman whom he’d never met, this woman who was probably just some floozy Shoichi Irie hired for the night, looked criminally better than his Byakuran-sama, who was, as far as Bluebell was convinced, the most beautiful woman on earth.
With the idea of publicly shaming both Shoichi Irie and this unnamed blonde bombshell, Bluebell strode over to the entrance of the large banquet hall, shoulders cocked back and an easy smile on his face.
Byakuran was gushing to Shoichi Irie again, and she looked (even more) resplendent in her black cocktail dress with a white orchid in her hair. Bluebell thought of making sure that Shoichi Irie noticed, but he must have already, considering how his face clashed badly with his hair as he stammered something to Byakuran. She laughed, and then, glancing over her shoulder, noticed Bluebell approaching, and smiled, beckoning for him- “Bluebell, come here and greet Sho-chan and Span-chan~”
Obediently, Bluebell steps up to Byakuran’s side, smiling at the familiar hand on his shoulder as Byakuran turned him to Shoichi Irie and his companion.
“You remember Sho-chan, don’t you Bluebell?” Byakuran asks, and he nods, shaking the hand that Shoichi Irie offered brusquely. His eyes turn to the blonde at his side, and Shoichi fumbles with his glasses before introducing her, “This is Spanner, a friend of mine. She’s from Black Spell, one of our top of mechanics.”
Because Byakuran taught him proper manners, Bluebell does not gape at ‘Spanner’ when she offers her hand to him, and instead places a brief kiss to the back of it. He murmurs, hopefully not too dazedly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, nyu”, to which Spanner replies with a considering glance and a low hum.
“Ah, the orchestra’s beginning to play- Sho-chan, we should dance~!” Byakuran chirps, tugging on Shoichi’s arm. Bluebell notices the panicked look he sends Spanner, one that clearly said ‘Please save me’. Spanner blinks, and releases Shoichi’s arm.
“Go ahead, Shoichi,” and Bluebell does not notice the curve of her lips when she says that foreign name, that brief flash of pearly white teeth, “I don’t mind. Byakuran seems to really want to dance with you.”
“Span-chan’s so nice~! I know, why don’t you dance with her, Bluebell?” And with that suggestion which Bluebell was doomed to interpret as a command, Byakuran drags Shoichi Irie to the dance floor, and he is left standing with Spanner, in a sudden bout of awkward silence.
He glances at her from the corner of his eye, taking note of her relaxed posture and the fact that she was around two heads taller than him. Dancing with her wouldn’t be too difficult, Bluebell finds himself musing, but that was with the assumption that she could even dance in the first place.
“Nyu,” he begins, “Would you like to dance..?”, and he belatedly adds, feeling embarrassed, “…Spanner?”
Bluebell feels a little pathetic, sounding like the boy that he had long ceased to be, a little wary and, he shamefully notes, a little hopeful that the pretty blonde wouldn’t say ‘no’. Spanner blinks at him, and her lips quirk in what Bluebell interprets as a smile, and she shakes her head, but steps a little closer to Bluebell, her elbow brushing against his shoulder. He tries not to blush- she smelled nice, he thinks deliriously, and he’s very aware of the blood that has rushed to his cheeks.
“I’m fine, right here. I’d rather sit with the cutest boy in this room than tire myself out dancing.”
Embarrassingly, he does end up croaking, but Spanner smiles at him instead of laughing, and Bluebell thinks that maybe Byakuran would forgive him for thinking that someone was prettier than her just this once.
Staring at the blonde on Shoichi Irie’s arm, Bluebell could not help but feel personally offended- How dare some nameless Black Spell member look better than his Byakuran-sama?
He couldn’t place her- the face was unfamiliar, even under the light make up she wore, but Bluebell knew he’d have remembered a face like that: aristocratic, with high cheek bones and sleepy-looking eyes, a combination that made the blonde look harmless and demure, maybe even a little uninterested.
Her figure wasn’t that bad either, if he were being honest, it was better than Kikyo’s- but that was the point she was offended by, this woman whom he’d never met, this woman who was probably just some floozy Shoichi Irie hired for the night, looked criminally better than his Byakuran-sama, who was, as far as Bluebell was convinced, the most beautiful woman on earth.
With the idea of publicly shaming both Shoichi Irie and this unnamed blonde bombshell, Bluebell strode over to the entrance of the large banquet hall, shoulders cocked back and an easy smile on his face.
Byakuran was gushing to Shoichi Irie again, and she looked (even more) resplendent in her black cocktail dress with a white orchid in her hair. Bluebell thought of making sure that Shoichi Irie noticed, but he must have already, considering how his face clashed badly with his hair as he stammered something to Byakuran. She laughed, and then, glancing over her shoulder, noticed Bluebell approaching, and smiled, beckoning for him- “Bluebell, come here and greet Sho-chan and Span-chan~”
Obediently, Bluebell steps up to Byakuran’s side, smiling at the familiar hand on his shoulder as Byakuran turned him to Shoichi Irie and his companion.
“You remember Sho-chan, don’t you Bluebell?” Byakuran asks, and he nods, shaking the hand that Shoichi Irie offered brusquely. His eyes turn to the blonde at his side, and Shoichi fumbles with his glasses before introducing her, “This is Spanner, a friend of mine. She’s from Black Spell, one of our top of mechanics.”
Because Byakuran taught him proper manners, Bluebell does not gape at ‘Spanner’ when she offers her hand to him, and instead places a brief kiss to the back of it. He murmurs, hopefully not too dazedly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, nyu”, to which Spanner replies with a considering glance and a low hum.
“Ah, the orchestra’s beginning to play- Sho-chan, we should dance~!” Byakuran chirps, tugging on Shoichi’s arm. Bluebell notices the panicked look he sends Spanner, one that clearly said ‘Please save me’. Spanner blinks, and releases Shoichi’s arm.
“Go ahead, Shoichi,” and Bluebell does not notice the curve of her lips when she says that foreign name, that brief flash of pearly white teeth, “I don’t mind. Byakuran seems to really want to dance with you.”
“Span-chan’s so nice~! I know, why don’t you dance with her, Bluebell?” And with that suggestion which Bluebell was doomed to interpret as a command, Byakuran drags Shoichi Irie to the dance floor, and he is left standing with Spanner, in a sudden bout of awkward silence.
He glances at her from the corner of his eye, taking note of her relaxed posture and the fact that she was around two heads taller than him. Dancing with her wouldn’t be too difficult, Bluebell finds himself musing, but that was with the assumption that she could even dance in the first place.
“Nyu,” he begins, “Would you like to dance..?”, and he belatedly adds, feeling embarrassed, “…Spanner?”
Bluebell feels a little pathetic, sounding like the boy that he had long ceased to be, a little wary and, he shamefully notes, a little hopeful that the pretty blonde wouldn’t say ‘no’. Spanner blinks at him, and her lips quirk in what Bluebell interprets as a smile, and she shakes her head, but steps a little closer to Bluebell, her elbow brushing against his shoulder. He tries not to blush- she smelled nice, he thinks deliriously, and he’s very aware of the blood that has rushed to his cheeks.
“I’m fine, right here. I’d rather sit with the cutest boy in this room than tire myself out dancing.”
Embarrassingly, he does end up croaking, but Spanner smiles at him instead of laughing, and Bluebell thinks that maybe Byakuran would forgive him for thinking that someone was prettier than her just this once.