Damn you Disney
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jailynnThis is all Disney's fault, writing sappy stuff like this. But I like the idea, so I want to post it here for my own sake.
This is a random sappy short thing about my characters Daichi and Junko~
This is a random sappy short thing about my characters Daichi and Junko~
She should have guessed something was off kilter when he asked if she owned a gown. Considering they spent most of their days keeping borderline delinquents in line, it wasn’t a question she was expecting. However, without thinking, for she was preoccupied scolded Ken for what seemed like the twentieth time that day, she answered him.
“Only my prom dress and I can’t be too sure that fits me anymore.”
Daichi smiled when she answered. “Check for me, will you?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure…” She replied offhand, quickly getting back to yelling at Ken for tagging the library wall.
It was not until she got home that Junko realized how weird the question was. Even weirder, here she was, dressed in her old prom dress. She couldn’t help but smile when she realized it still fit her. Why on Earth, though, did Daichi want to know if she owned a gown?
“What are you up to?” Junko asked accusingly the moment she saw him the next day. “Why did you want to know about a gown?”
Daichi grinned, scratching his sparingly whiskered chin. “Well…It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like surprises, Daichi, you know that,”
“Just trust me,” He said. “I’m going to pick you up, tonight. Be sure to wear it.”
She looked at him, suspicious of his behavior. “Alright,” She sighed as she tied her long, black hair up. “I’ll be ready. Don’t expect too much.”
Her hair wasn’t done up fancy, and the only high heels she could find didn’t match her dress, but at least her make-up was adequate. When she answered the door, she was shocked to find him dressed up in a nice tuxedo. He had shaved and he wasn’t wearing his earring. “Wow,” she gasped. “It’s weird seeing you like this.”
He blushed and held out a hand “Ready to go?”
It was an empty ballroom. That wasn’t the weird thing. After the revolutions, many of the higher end establishments had gone to hell. The walls had graffiti on them and the glass windows were broken. The strange thing was that it looked beautiful. The floor was lined with candles and there were golden streamers hanging from the broken chandeliers. The old grand piano in the corner of the ballroom was covered in candles and she was surprised to see Kiyoshi and Hiroyuki there.
“What are you two doing her?” She asked.
“That’s my fault. They’re our entertainment for the night.” Daichi smiled sheepishly.
“Daichi, what exactly is going on?”
He took her hand. “I’m sure you must think I’m crazy for remembering this date, exactly, but this is the date two years ago that you brought me back here. I just wanted to celebrate it with you. Please indulge me, just this once.”
Junko felt her face getting hot. “What? This is-”
“Also,” He continued. “I remember our senior prom. You went with Mikeal Kroger. I thought you were so beautiful, and I wanted so much to ask you to dance…”
“You’re an idiot,” She squeezed his hand. “You should have just asked…”
“I didn’t have the nerve…”
“So…you did all of this just to dance?”
He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “Every girl deserves to be treated like a princess every now and then,”
Kiyoshi and Hiroyuki began playing soft music, Kiyoshi on violin, Hiroyuki on Piano.
“Shall we?” Daichi asked, bowing.
“Sure, on one condition.” Junko informed, slipping out of her high heels. “I know though loafers are killing you, too. Take them off.”
Daichi laughed. “I was hoping you would say that!”
When he got his shoes off, Daichi took Junko’s hand, and they danced.
A few hours later, just the piano was still playing. Kiyoshi was huddled up next to the piano bench, fast asleep. Junko and Daichi were less dancing, more just swaying back and forth, Junko’s head resting against Daichi’s chest.
“You really are impossible.” Junko sighed. “Such a romantic…”
“Only when it comes to you, Babe,” Daichi said. He hugged Junko, hiding his face in her shoulder. “Thanks for always being there, Babe.”
She patted his head. “No problem. I don’t plan to leave anytime soon, either.”
She could feel his heartbeat hasten. “Thank goodness…,” he whispered.
They sent the boys home, put out all the candles and headed back to Junko’s place. They stood on her stoop in silence for a moment before she spoke.
“Tonight was definitely something…I had fun.”
He smiled shyly. “Thank you for not thinking it was weird.”
He turned to walk away when she said his name. He turned slowly. “Yeah?”
“Next Year…I’ll do something for you! I’ll plan Next Year…it can be our anniversary!”
He looked confused. “Anniversary?”
“Of our new beginning,” She explained. She grabbed Daichi’s hands and pulled him down into a sweet, chaste kiss. When she let go he stood there for a moment, dumbstruck.
“O-Our new beginning…” He said, and then smiled brightly. “Of course…”
She opened her door and entered slowly. “Good Night, Daichi.”
“Good night, Junko…”
She closed the door, albeit reluctantly, and leaned her back against it, smiling. She really did feel like a princess that night. Maybe Happily Ever After could even happen in this forsaken city. For that moment, that’s how she really felt.
“Only my prom dress and I can’t be too sure that fits me anymore.”
Daichi smiled when she answered. “Check for me, will you?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure…” She replied offhand, quickly getting back to yelling at Ken for tagging the library wall.
It was not until she got home that Junko realized how weird the question was. Even weirder, here she was, dressed in her old prom dress. She couldn’t help but smile when she realized it still fit her. Why on Earth, though, did Daichi want to know if she owned a gown?
“What are you up to?” Junko asked accusingly the moment she saw him the next day. “Why did you want to know about a gown?”
Daichi grinned, scratching his sparingly whiskered chin. “Well…It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like surprises, Daichi, you know that,”
“Just trust me,” He said. “I’m going to pick you up, tonight. Be sure to wear it.”
She looked at him, suspicious of his behavior. “Alright,” She sighed as she tied her long, black hair up. “I’ll be ready. Don’t expect too much.”
Her hair wasn’t done up fancy, and the only high heels she could find didn’t match her dress, but at least her make-up was adequate. When she answered the door, she was shocked to find him dressed up in a nice tuxedo. He had shaved and he wasn’t wearing his earring. “Wow,” she gasped. “It’s weird seeing you like this.”
He blushed and held out a hand “Ready to go?”
It was an empty ballroom. That wasn’t the weird thing. After the revolutions, many of the higher end establishments had gone to hell. The walls had graffiti on them and the glass windows were broken. The strange thing was that it looked beautiful. The floor was lined with candles and there were golden streamers hanging from the broken chandeliers. The old grand piano in the corner of the ballroom was covered in candles and she was surprised to see Kiyoshi and Hiroyuki there.
“What are you two doing her?” She asked.
“That’s my fault. They’re our entertainment for the night.” Daichi smiled sheepishly.
“Daichi, what exactly is going on?”
He took her hand. “I’m sure you must think I’m crazy for remembering this date, exactly, but this is the date two years ago that you brought me back here. I just wanted to celebrate it with you. Please indulge me, just this once.”
Junko felt her face getting hot. “What? This is-”
“Also,” He continued. “I remember our senior prom. You went with Mikeal Kroger. I thought you were so beautiful, and I wanted so much to ask you to dance…”
“You’re an idiot,” She squeezed his hand. “You should have just asked…”
“I didn’t have the nerve…”
“So…you did all of this just to dance?”
He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “Every girl deserves to be treated like a princess every now and then,”
Kiyoshi and Hiroyuki began playing soft music, Kiyoshi on violin, Hiroyuki on Piano.
“Shall we?” Daichi asked, bowing.
“Sure, on one condition.” Junko informed, slipping out of her high heels. “I know though loafers are killing you, too. Take them off.”
Daichi laughed. “I was hoping you would say that!”
When he got his shoes off, Daichi took Junko’s hand, and they danced.
A few hours later, just the piano was still playing. Kiyoshi was huddled up next to the piano bench, fast asleep. Junko and Daichi were less dancing, more just swaying back and forth, Junko’s head resting against Daichi’s chest.
“You really are impossible.” Junko sighed. “Such a romantic…”
“Only when it comes to you, Babe,” Daichi said. He hugged Junko, hiding his face in her shoulder. “Thanks for always being there, Babe.”
She patted his head. “No problem. I don’t plan to leave anytime soon, either.”
She could feel his heartbeat hasten. “Thank goodness…,” he whispered.
They sent the boys home, put out all the candles and headed back to Junko’s place. They stood on her stoop in silence for a moment before she spoke.
“Tonight was definitely something…I had fun.”
He smiled shyly. “Thank you for not thinking it was weird.”
He turned to walk away when she said his name. He turned slowly. “Yeah?”
“Next Year…I’ll do something for you! I’ll plan Next Year…it can be our anniversary!”
He looked confused. “Anniversary?”
“Of our new beginning,” She explained. She grabbed Daichi’s hands and pulled him down into a sweet, chaste kiss. When she let go he stood there for a moment, dumbstruck.
“O-Our new beginning…” He said, and then smiled brightly. “Of course…”
She opened her door and entered slowly. “Good Night, Daichi.”
“Good night, Junko…”
She closed the door, albeit reluctantly, and leaned her back against it, smiling. She really did feel like a princess that night. Maybe Happily Ever After could even happen in this forsaken city. For that moment, that’s how she really felt.
