Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Failed Confessions ❯ Dance floor ( Chapter 4 )

Two days before Prom;;

School;;

Lunch;;

Twelve-fiffteen the afternoon.

 

"Hey, Iwamura-kun, who're you going to the prom with?"

 

"Oh, there was this boy I was thinking about asking, and otherwise I'll just show up and dance around with my friends. I don't really have anyone I'm interested in."

 

"I see."

 

"Who're you going with?"

 

"I'm not going. The girl I was going to ask to be my date already had plans."

 

"You're not missing out on something like Prom!”

 

"I'm not?"

 

"Of course not! I told you - I don't have that important of plans, so you can come with me!"

 

"Kyah, Iwamura-kun... I don't believe that is a good idea."

 

"And why not?"

 

"Because... I don't know! It's just a bad, bad idea!"

 

"It is NOT a bad idea. You should go to Prom, it's your last chance, you know~"

 

Jun never would forget the way Aiko wagged that finger in his face.

 

"Kyaaaaah. I hate you, Iwamura, you diabolical fiend."

 

She only laughed it off, knowing better.

 

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Judgement Day 1.0;;

Saboru Household;;

Six oh-five in the evening.

 

"Kyaaaah! Grandfather, what would you wear if a girl forced you to go to Prom with her~!?"

 

"A tuxedo?"

 

"But I don't have anything like thaaaaaat."

 

"Do you know of any boys that will be going in traditional clothing?"

 

"Uhhh. I know some girls had conspired to wear kimonos, but I think the dance has a more western theme this year, Grandfather..."

 

"Jun-kun, don't you have one of those all-occasion suits or something?"

 

"Yeah, I should."

 

"Does it still fit?"

 

"More likely than not."

 

"Wear that, then!"

 

"...can I really get away with that?"

 

"If a girl asked you to go with her, I'd expect she knows what she's getting herself into."

 

"...THANKS, Grandfather."

 

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Judgment Day 1.5;;

Aiko's Apartment;;

Seven-fifteen in the evening.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

...are girls normally this slow?

 

Jun was starting to feel marginally silly. Now, what exactly was taking the inhabitants of the Iwamura apartment to simply take so long? All of the tenants were sticking their heads outside of their apartment doors, wondering what that crazy boy in the suit was doing, pressing a doorbell consistently onto a door that seemed completely unwilling to open, despite whatever possible psychic energy he must have been attempting to release on the infernal device. Lithe fingers unintentionally snaked around the tie, frowning decidedly. If she wants to make him go to this stupid thing and then not be at her house when he'd gone through the trouble of attempting to pick her up (Well... more so being there and accompanying on her way to the hotel that was playing host. Unfortunately, Jun did not posses a car nor a job to attain a car for his purposes, seeing as he never really thought such things would become of importance during his high school career. Why would he need a car when traffic in Japan never moved faster than ten inches an hour?), he could just as easily be at home and she could do exactly the same thing. Frowning noticeably, he was just about to properly ascertain that the Iwamura household wasn't really all gone - better known as breaking in - when the door nearly slammed open onto his face.

 

Of course, the girl doing the slamming didn't notice that her companion had only just barely avoided a concussion, and grinned excitedly. "Saboru-kun! I wasn't sure if you'd be coming afterall! Oh, this is wonderful, and I nearly called your house to scare your poor grandfather," Aiko said hurriedly, clasping her hands together with a grin on her face that made poor Jun's heart ache with the thought that he nearly didn't even bother to show up. She trotted out of the door - he noticed that she was wearing some high-heeded sandal-looking-things that seemed to be some shade of maroon; apparently, the fact that Jun didn't possess immediate transportation didn't cross through or mind or didn't faze her - and suddenly threw her arms around his neck for the entire apartment complex to see. Aiko was the only one that didn't see the blush on the taller boy's face.

 

"I'm so glad that you agreed to come, Saboru-kun! Trust me, this will certainly be loads of fun!" Well, maybe it wasn't THAT grievous of a thing for Jun to grace the dance with his presence, right?

 

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Judgment Day 1.7;;

Takeshima Hotel;;

Seven-forty-five in the evening.

 

"We're a little late. Sorry about that Iwamura-kun, I didn't realize that the subway would take that long." Or that that many adolescents had had the same ideas to take such an insidious form of transportation to the Prom. Did no one get the idea that someone might rape their girlfriends in their pretty little dresses or something? The only confidence that Jun had was knowing that Aiko would probably kick the ass of anyone that attempted to forcefully take her, and several of the girls that HE'D seen all dressed up looked like they wouldn't put up that much of a fight. Well, whatever... after successfully, ahem, 'convincing' another boy out of their seat to at least give Aiko a place to sit instead of on her feet, the ride had been marginally tolerable. Jun reminded himself not to ride the subway on such a busy night ever again.

 

"Iie~ it's perfectly fine, Saboru-kun!" Aiko was probably giddy she'd managed to convince him to even show up, in nice clothing no less. She tugged him along by the hand as he skulked by the entrance to the hotel far too long. With a somewhat regretful look on his face, the bespectacled boy trudged along behind her, suddenly having second thoughts. Few people would have even thought that Jun had the capacity to be interested in showing up at such an event, and many, many more people would have thought that he'd rather be skulking around downtown causing various mayhem (Though Jun had never exampled himself to be a mischevious student - actually, he was nearly a perfect model student, to be frank - his behavior with some of the less... respectable females outside of school, despite it's abrupt end after his sophomore year, had spread around enough to change into various different rumors). As Aiko happily bounded into the main ballroom, pink skirts fluttering around her ankles, and Jun stumbled in, he swore that things must have gotten marginally quieter than they had moments ago.

 

Some girls dressed in kimonos started to whisper into each other's ears, and it took a second for those nearest to the door to return to their different occupations. Aiko either was ignoring it or was too dense to figure this out, and was happily dragging her friend along the dance floor. Without warning, Jun jerked his hand back into his position, scowling noticeably. "Go dance, Iwamura. I'll go find something else to do."

 

"Come on, Juuuuuuun. I want you to dance and have fun!"

 

"I don't like dancing!" Jun felt like a small child arguing that they were terrible at mathematics or something.

 

"You'll never know unless you try!"

 

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Judgment Day 2.0;;

Takeshima Hotel;;

Eleven forty-five in the evening.

 

Jun had not secluded himself so badly for ages, which was probably pretty bad. He'd wanted to avoid the other DigiDestined - they still held next to no trust in him, may it be because he never showed any direct interest in actually building a relationship with any of them or because of his dastardly behavior in the Digital World, repented or not - though failed miserably. Even Shuuichi had given him a dirty look, and that Masanaka brat was known for being too nice for his own good and way too sugar-sweet (Though, Jun vaguely remembered a short time when young Kazusa Hattori, who had been seven at the time and practically attached to the hip to Shuuichi, had come to Jun unwittingly. Jun had made an attempt to convince Kazusa to join the Digimon Lord, though Shuuichi had intervened before Jun could actually utilize the little people skills he actually possessed. Though Jun knew little of Masanaka's life, he assumed that he must have been affectionate for the smaller girl or something similar). So he'd sulked into a corner, pulled two chairs, sat in one and propped his feet on the second one, and called it the end of that.

 

He'd probably sat there for a good two hours - longer if that didn't include the rough fifteen minutes he'd spent searching for the snack table.

 

"Haa... haa... This has been so much fun, Saboru-kun!" Without warning, Aiko appeared inside Jun's peripheral vision (He'd been absent mindedly thinking about Mitsuko Sohma's over-sized breasts, and trying to remember why he'd decided that snogging random girls was a bad idea. Oh, right, that whole 'changing sides and being a good guy' thing...), grinning with heavy breath. She must have been dancing quite a bit - Jun was not surprised. He gave her one of his normal half-smiles, forcing his feet off of the adjacent chair and sitting more properly.

 

"Well," he started slowly, "I'm glad to hear that." Pause. "Can we leave, now?"

 

"But you haven't danced with me yet!" She motioned towards the chair as she sat down, looking sulkily. "Did you dance with someone else, Saboru-kun? Is that why you're resting?" Aiko appeared more curious than anything else. Jun rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to begin name-calling.

 

"Iwamura, please. Do you know of anyone with breasts and a pulse that would be interested in dancing with me?" The look she gave him was nearly comical.

 

"Then come dance with me! It's almost time to go, just give me the last song, Saboru-kun!"

 

"I don't LIKE dancing..."

 

"Doesn't matter! Come on, Saboru-kun!" Almost immediately, she wrapped a grip around his wrist and hoisted him to his feet. She gave him no opportunity to back down as she tugged him further along the dance floor, chattering on about something that had to do with him wasting his Prom. Whatever. He just wished that she'd let go of him and allow him to angst in peace - he might tolerate her incredibly bizarre behavior towards him, but couldn't she understand that he'd rather stick with his social complex? Apparently, this wasn't a practical hope, as she was still arguing with his obvious protests.

 

Standing amidst the crowds of the more lovey-dovey couples, a blush crept across Jun's face. A slow song was going to be the closing for this just absolutely WONDERFUL Prom? Someone had to be kidding him. Either this was inconvenience at it's best, or Aiko had had this planned. "Aiko, please, this isn't..." She pointedly ignored him. She forced him to leave his hand against her waist and raised his other hand up into the air into proper position, giving him a flat look that indicated he was not getting out of this. Oh bloody crap, someone shoot him now. Couples were whispering amongst themselves, and a few that he saw over Aiko's shoulders were pointing in their general direction. Maybe he could just faint right now and everyone could assume his even showing up could be associated with a mood-altering temperature or something, yessirree, that'd definitely be quite convenient...

 

One-two-step-turn. "Isn't this better than sulking through the final song?" Iwamura whispered into his ear, a smile tingling over her lips.

 

He grunted vague confirmation from over her shoulder, but Aiko could have sworn he was smiling.