Just One Dance (Butchercup)

Why the Hell am I doing this, thought to herself one Kaoru Matsubara, a deep, annoyed frown plastered on her slightly tanned face. She was standing in a forgotten corner of the room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed at her chest. She was feeling annoyed of herself; how could she have fallen for that trick? Yea, Sakuruu Daisuke was at the party, yet she didn't seem to be getting closer to him any time soon. Surrounded by crazy, squealing fangirls, the blonde, muscular man was laughing along with what 1 of the had said, his deep, green eyes covered with tan eyelids while his bulk arms were placed behind his back.

Kaoru let out another annoyed huff; whatever, she thought to herself, it's not like I must meet the guy...Even if he is my 2nd favourite wrestler, behind my dad. Her fists clenched at her sides and a scowl forming on her pale face, her eyes glared directly into Daisuke's skull.

Daisuke felt a shiver run down his body, his skull feeling like it was set a flare, murderous intent obvious in the action.

Stupid Sakuruu, stupid ball, stupid Mayor and stupid, stupid Miyako! The pigtailed blonde girl had stuffed her into a knee-length green and black dress, with puffy sleeves and a bow wrapped around the waist. Her hands gloved into light, light green silky gloves, reaching to the elbow and secured with a silver sash at the edge, and her bangs pulled back with a skull shaped clip, silver ballet shoes on her feet and a dark green. phoenix shaped mask covering half her face. She herself thought she looked stupid, but if you asked anyone else, they'll say she looked absolutely breath-taking.

Another annoyed huff followed her cursing, before she decided 'Hell, if I'm here already, I should just own this place!' and she walked out of the shadowy corner of the ballroom into the left-wing, swaying her hips from left to right. The music wasn't really that great in her mind, but what could you expect from jazz? She prefered the rocky beat, loud hitting on drums and wild strumming on an electrical guitar, anyway. Jazz wasn't really in what she called 'dance music', but the beat of this one song was really catchy; the trumpets playing loudly, the sound of horns and other instruments creating a fast, fancy melody.

She was really starting to get into it; twirling around, using some hip-hop moves and earning herself weird looks from people but to Hell with them! She didn't care what others, unimportant people think about her. Only exceptions were her friends and the boy she liked; though, honestly, she wasn't really attracted to anyone at the moment. Not after her last crush in middle school…

She felt a wide smile tug at the corner of her lips but, just as she was getting to the best point, sudden movement of women pushed her on the floor. Squealing,yelling and fangirling, the women crowded themselves around a group of guys, 3 unbelievably 'hot' guys, as the fangirls called them. Even Kaoru, who was standing quite far away, could hear their high-pitched screams of affection.

''Tch...Even Momoko was more tolerable, when she was acting like this.'' Kaoru mumbled to herself as she picked herself up from the floor, cleaning any dirt that may have gotten on Miyako's dress. Her eyes wandered back to the front entrance, where she saw 1 of the trio walking away with...was that Miyako? Shaking her head, she focused back in front of herself, yet her eyes kept gazing backwards, her head turning so. And the sight pissed her off.

A raven-haired boy, who's locks were pulled back in a high ponytail with a rubber band, reaching only to his ears, was smirking proudly, his green eyes looking around the ballroom. The mask he wore was plain, light green, with low amount of silver embodiment. His posture showed signs of arrogance and his smirk showed signs of confidence; confidence in the fact that he was a better dancer than anyone in the room. Wearing a forest green blazer over a white, laced dress shirt with pants matching the blazer. the shirt tucked out of them. He was clicking his foot impatiently, his legs obviously itching to get on the dance floor and show what he's got.

'There's no way that guy's a better dancer than me...Arrogant bastard.' Thought Kaoru, annoyed with the tall boy. She was determined to show the guy he was wrong. So, with a blazing fire in her eyes, she started swaying her hips to the music as soon as the song switched. Though, now the music was a sweet, slow ballad and she clicked her tongue in annoyance.

'Dammit…! Why now?! And I was about to show the guy that I own this dance floor!' She complained to herself in her mind, yet she was brought back from her thoughts by a pale hand on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around with a glare, about to give the person a piece of her mind, but she froze; the boy from earlier, who she swore she knew from somewhere!, was staring back at her with his deep green eyes, the cocky smirk still present on his face as he looked her over. A cat whistle left his lips as he averted his orbs back to Kaoru's, making her glare at him with a slight growl.

''What the fuck is your problem? Pervert!'' she punched him in the chest, making him stumble back a it, yet the damn smirk never left his face.

''Easy there babe. Girls shouldn't use such violence.'' For some reason, not the words, but the voice fueled the anger inside of Kaoru. She didn't know what was wrong with her; She felt like she didn't mind the words. But, the tone he said them in...that was another story whatsoever. So damn cocky and annoying, the bastard obviously thought that he could win Kaoru over.

'Well, that ain't happening…!' she growled in her mind, a scowl forming on her face as she snarled.

''Don't. You. Dare. Call. Me. That. Ever.Again. !'' she said through gritted teeth, the boy's cocky smirk widening as he took a step forward. ''And why not, babe?''

The boy sure liked pushing it, didn't he? Kaoru felt her fists clenching at her sides, a nasty glare being sent at the green-eyed man, who she'll call Bastard from now on. ''Why you, Bastard! I bet that I'm better at dancing than you, you cocky son of a bitch!''

Kaoru didn't know why this guy -eham, Bastard, irritated her so. She just knew that she wanted to prove herself, she wanted to prove to him that she's better than him. So, she challenged him to a competition. His cocky smirk never leaving his pale face, Bastard nodded firmly, rolling his eyes.

''That's what you think babe.'' Suddenly, his arms were around Kaoru's waist and he pushed her backwards, her spine curved at an awkward angle, forcing her to look up at him.

''Oh, so this is how you wanna play? Then, let's Tango!'' she circled her hands around his neck. His only response was a cocky smirk.

Pulling her back up, he let his hands wonder at her sides, before they rested at her waist. She turned around, feeling her back at his clothed chest, before she pushed away with a twirl and extended her hand from the position she was, one of her legs extended backwards and her back hunched the extended hand, he mimicked the position, both gliding their feet across the floor, before they got back on their feet and he took her by the waist again, Kaoru throwing her upper body backwards on her own, a hand resting on his shoulder, the other in his free hand.

Slowly pulling her back up, Kaoru ran her hand over his shoulder and resting it on his arm, before lifting her leg, hooking it around his waist while Bastard slowly twirled them around. Ending the slow circle, Kaoru unhooked her leg, threw it back, before resting it on the floor and they walked around each other challengingly. Then, grabbing Bastard's hand, she twirled out of their 'embrace' further into the dance floor and he pulled her back, circling his arms around her waist as he dipped her backwardsh and putted her arms around his neck as she slid down slowly, faces inches apart, before he suddenly twirled her around,surprising her. Kaoru leaning backagain and she unhooked one of her arms from his neck to slide it down the floor.

''Not bad.'' The stranger complimented, earning a proud grin from Kaoru as she looked up at him. ''Back at you, Bastard.'' The boy pulled her back up in a standing position.

Mutually deciding to end their little 'show' there, they only now noticed the crowd, that gathered around them, cheering and whistling. Among them were Momoko, who was standing there amazed, her arm hooked with a tall Ginger's, and Miyako, who was giggling and congratulating Kaoru, holding hands with a short blonde.

''That was amazing, you 2!'' a random chick called from the crowd, and suddenly a wave of clapping erupted, Kaoru flushing a bright red from embarrassment, but she soon smirked proudly.

''Thanks!'' she bowed slightly, nudging the guy to do the same. He complied, curtsying in a mocking way, the cocky smirk back on his face as he glanced at the raven-head from the corner of his eyes. As soon as the crowd left, Kaoru turned to glare at Bastard.

''This isn't over yet, Bastard. I bet that anything you can do, I can do better!'' she growled at him, crossing her arms at her chest while the boy's smirk widened. ''No way in Hell. I'm the Master of the dance floor babe; and Master of everything else as well.'' he said confidently, crossing his muscular arms at his chest as well, looking down on Kaoru- quite literally. Though Bri- ahem, Renga was the tallest of the trio, the raven-haired boy was still taller than Kaoru, who was quite small...Was she short like this 3 years ago as well?

''Why, you…! You cocky Bastard!'' Kaoru was at the end with her patience; this guy was way too cocky for his own good! Who does he think he is?!

''Been there, done that, babe.'' was his smart-ass response, the same smirk plastered on his face; the same one Kaoru wanted oh, so desperately to hit off his cocky little face.

''That's it! I'm sick of you! We're gonna settle this once and for all! Next Saturday, at the Gym, at 5 PM! Don't be late, you bastard!'' Kaoru was just about to stomp away, when a strong hand gripped her wrist and forced her to look back at the Bastard.

''What?!'' she barked, glaring heatedly at the guy, who only smirked. Though, this time, it wasn't a cocky one: It was more like a smile.

''Don't I get to know your name? So I'll know, who I'm dealing with?''

''Matsubara Kaoru.'' Kaoru introduced herself, this time she was smirking proudly at being recognised. But, just as she was about to walk away, what the Bastard said next made her freeze.

''Call me Butch.'' The boy- no, Butch, said in a confident tone, scribbling down his telephone number. As he gave it to her, he motioned for her to call him, before winking, leaving Kaoru stunned.