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“And we’re here!”
“Oh thank god,” Akaashi heaved, finally able to relent his tight grip around Hinata’s waist. Riding a horse was nowhere near as elegant as he’d imagined. God, he must’ve experienced at least nine wedgies on the way here.
“Hinata, learn to slow down, you almost killed us all!” A voice snapped from behind and Akaashi glanced over to find Kageyama equally as dishevelled and shaken by the hell of a ride. He shook his head and shoulders lightly like a ruffled bird. “We’re swapping seats on the way back.”
“What! No! I just wanted to get us here asap so Akaashi could have more time to enjoy the night!” Hinata defended. He leapt off the horse, gave it a gentle pat on the face, then helped Akaashi off. “Besides, you’re way worse of a driver than me.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am n-“
“Well, we’re all here,” Akaashi interjected, already exhausted despite having just arrived. “In one piece. That’s the important part.”
“Go, go, Akaashi! Hurry up and get inside!" Hinata ushered him to the entrance. "Go have fun! We’ll wait here when you’re done.”
Akaashi raised his brows. “What? No. There’s still hours till the ball ends. You can’t possibly wait here the entire time.”
“That’s alright, I don’t mind waiting. We’re in our human forms so we can do all the things we can’t normally do like.. like star gazing!” Hinata beamed, pointing up at the sky. “Look, there’s so many tonight! There must be like, a million- oooouuuh! Look at that one, it’s so shiny!”
Akaashi stared, dumbfounded as the young boy squealed and chirruped, pointing in all angles at the night sky. “Birds can stargaze too.. can’t they?" he asked. "Or are you colour blind?”
“Hm? Oh, no, no. We can see colour. But I can’t see the stars with both eyes,” Hinata smiled at him sheepishly as he lightly tapped the corner of one eye. “My eyes are set too far apart. But this is cool! Gosh, look at the sky, Kageyama! It's so expanse!”
Kageyama gawked up at the stars, squinting. "It is. Can you see that star there? I think that one's my favourite."
"Ooh, it is rather bright, isn't it?"
Akaashi stared, not knowing what to say. He’d never really considered small things like this.
“Akaashi, what are you still doing here! Go in! Hurry!”
“O-oh, okay. I, uh, I guess I’ll see you guys later. If it’s no fun, I’ll come out straight away.”
The two boys were already lying on the ground, heads propped against the stallion’s belly. “Take your time,” Kageyama called absently, eyes wide as he stared up in light wonder. “We’ll be here.”
Akaashi fought back a chuckle. Odd as they were, the duo were rather cute in their puzzling ways. He let them be, turning to face the castle.
Goodness, it was huge. He had to crane his neck to peer up at its highest peak. It was a very old-fashioned castle with its weathered greyness and cobblestoned exterior, and Akaashi allowed a moment to simply stare and take it all in.
“Cleaning must take at least a few hours,” he noted under his breath. Akaashi shook his hands and wiped them against his trousers.
This is it, he told himself. The grand ball.
He let out a quiet exhale, jittery nerves now kicking in. Akaashi smoothed down the front of his vest consciously, then carefully slipped on his light mask.
His ears pricked at the faint flow of music and it immediately sent his heart racing. He could no longer suppress the smile which grew on his lips and he closed his eyes for a brief indulging moment.
Mother would’ve loved to come.
Akaashi hummed quietly under his breath. The light tug in his chest returned, though he quickly shook it away. No, he wasn’t going to wallow in self-pity tonight. Mother wouldn’t have wanted that from him. Knowing her, she would’ve wanted him to go and enjoy himself. And so he would. Tonight was the one night he was going to forget all about his worries. It was going to be all about him.
He took a hesitant step forward, then another, and slowly, but surely, began to make his way in to the entrance.
♠ ♠ ♠
Spectacular was an understatement. The grand ballroom was phenomenal, everything Akaashi had imagined and so much more.
Crystal chandeliers hung overhead, twinkling brighter than any of the night stars and it illuminated the entire hall. The ceiling and the inner walls were splashed with a pearly-cream, laced with heavy dashes of rich golds and greens which complimented the shiny dark oak flooring. Although it was too far to make out the details, Akaashi gawked, admiring the intricate scenes of sweet cherubs resting on clouds painted in each corner of the ceiling.
On the right were three colossal doors which reached up almost half the height of the entire ballroom. They were swung wide open to reveal a beautiful half-crescent balcony with marble railings with grooved carvings. From there, he could see the view of the entire town and it was purely breath-taking. The moon light shone in perfectly as guests danced around in elegant twirls and spins. Catering staff zigzagged their way through, swiftly and methodically with their silver platters and glasses of champagne.
Akaashi felt himself sway lightly, overwhelmed by the extravagance of it all. The entire scene was a piece of art.
But nothing quite matched up to the music which flowed throughout the entire hall. It was almost like a dream, nothing quite like Akaashi had ever imagined. The song in a distinct waltz rhythm which made him want to skip along to it despite not yet having even learned to dance. It was all so overwhelming and his eyes flickered shut as he allowed a moment to be swept away by the music.
“Yes, it’s all genuine materials. If you look closely, there are silver rhinestones framing the eyes.”
Akaashi’s eyes burst open and he immediately ducked his head, scrambling to hide himself. Dear god, even in a crowded ballroom, he could still spot out that voice. The light boasts and flirty charm only belonged to one person. He peeked over a man’s shoulder, eyes darting left and right. It wasn’t hard to spot him out.
Oikawa stood nearby surrounded by a flock of women. He swivelled his champagne glass lightly and said something which made the ladies giggle and sigh. Akaashi fought back a snort. Classic Tooru, always carrying the spotlight with him wherever he went.
Despite being hidden behind a mask, he couldn’t help but feel the paranoia seeping through. If father or his brothers were to find out he was here... he didn't even want to imagine what sort of trouble he'd end up in.
Akaashi glanced around. So far, Tendou was nowhere to be seen. Good.
As much as he wanted to enjoy himself, he was going to have to tread carefully. Akaashi slinked back, watching Oikawa from a distance before he slipped off to a quieter area.
♠ ♠ ♠
“Ughhh, this music is awful!” the man groaned obnoxiously. “My ears are bleeding.”
“Quit whining, it’s not that bad.”
“Can we leave already? We’ve stayed long enough.”
“You’re going to get scolded again.”
Bokuto rolled his eyes and grumbled something under his breath.
“Care to repeat that?”
“I said you’re most definitely not a goody two-shoes and you're a very wonderful friend.”
Iwaizumi rolled his shoulders back, squinting at him. “Yeah, I thought so.”
The prince sighed. “It’s not fair. Why do parents always do the same event every single year? I’m not going to find anyone like this. What we need is something more grand, more thrilling. Like a circus or something.”
“Circus? So what, you can be the main act?”
“Har har. I’m being serious Iwaizumi!”
The stable boy raised a brow. “You honestly think your mother and father are gonna agree to bring in a bunch of wild beasts and hire a group of people with heinous face paint to juggle for hours? How disastrous. This ballroom would be demolished within seconds.”
He paused, straightened his back, and held his silver platter out as two guests reached over for champagne. “Besides,” he murmured through the corner of his mouth. “You want to meet someone who has class, not some wild hooligan. You’re a prince.”
“I’m a tortured soul,” Bokuto exasperated. “And I’d much rather a wild hooligan than some boring old sook. Look around you, Waz. Everyone is the same here! All they care about is whether their clothing out-flaunts their neighbours'. I don’t want to meet someone like that.”
Iwaizumi’s expression soured, though he didn’t argue. “Yeah, well that’s just life, ain’t it? Just pick a dainty flower and settle down, Bo. You can’t keep this up forever.”
He paused, then shot the other a look. “I’m out of drinks. I’m gonna go fetch some more. You can either wait for me here or go pester someone else.”
Bokuto sulked, shoulders drooped. “I’ll wait here.”
“Go meet some new people. Make new friends.”
“I don’t want to.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and nudged him lightly. “Fine. I’ll be back soon, aight?”
“Okay. But hurry,” Bokuto leaned in closely, eyes squinting to his right. “I don’t like the way those girls over there are looking at me.”
“Okay, okay, then take this.” Iwaizumi pressed the silver platter toward the other. “Pretend you’re a waiter or something.”
“What kind of waiter would wear an outfit like this?”
“The dumb kind,” Iwaizumi shot back. “No one would want to approach a dummy. There. Fool-proof plan. You’re welcome.”
Bokuto paused in thought then accepted the platter. “You know, I read somewhere that when confronted, the best thing to do is go crazy. Nobody would want to mess with a crazy person.”
“Bo, please do not go crazy at the guests.”
“I’m just saying.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes but huffed in laughter. “Ya cluckhead. Alright, I’ll be back soon. Wait here.”
“Hey, wait! Iwaizumi!”
The stable boy peered over his shoulder questioningly. Bokuto watched him, a stern expression on his face. “Don’t forget. If you ever need me...”
He raised both hands and shook them. "WooOo- OW!”
“You think just cause there’s people around I won’t hit ya? Do that again and I’ll kick you right here, in front of all these guests. Kick you so hard you’ll have a permanent indent in your ass!”
Bokuto latched on to his bottom and nodded frantically. “Okay, okay, no more. Promise.”
“Damn straight. Now stay put, you goof head,” Iwaizumi smoothed down the prince’s jacket before tapping him lightly. “I’ll be quick.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bokuto watched as his friend wormed through the groups of guests and he heaved a deep sigh. He lightly kicked the ground, boredom already kicking in. God, the music here really is awful though. He threw his head back in exasperation and let out another long, suffering groan. “Ughhhh, I hate this muuuusic.”
“Excuse me.”
Huh? Bokuto glanced over his shoulder in a lazy stare. But it soon died down the moment he came face to face with a beautiful raven-haired boy in an intricate green mask.
♠ ♠ ♠
It was a beautiful night. The ballroom was spectacular, guests all dressed in lavish attire, and the light buzz of conversations hung in the air.
Oikawa tilted his head back, taking a small sip of champagne. The liquid pooled in his mouth and he let it flow over his tongue to cleanse his palate. He swallowed and flashed a charming smile. “And then he tore my trousers. He tore them. They were my favourite pair too, you know.”
The women let out a shared gasp. “Oh goodness,” one lady cried. “You poor thing! It must’ve been awful for you.”
Oikawa chuckled and smoothed back his hair. “Oh, it’s quite already. I forgive him. He is my dear baby brother, after all.”
“He sounds rather brutish to me. I could not imagine living with such a person!”
Oikawa furrowed his brows, shooting them a mischievous smile. “Well I did it. And look how I turned out.”
He received another chorus of laughter and he mentally added another tally to the score. It was always good to make as many connections as possible with the fellow guests here. This event was purely for the exclusive and Oikawa wanted to make sure he made a big impression of himself.
In a place like this, it is all about reputation and honey, Oikawa Tooru is no small business. He glanced over the heads of the women, eyeing everyone in their fancy gowns and tailcoats and felt a bubbly sense of smug satisfaction. It was obvious he was one of the best lookers in here. I knew it, he thought. My ocean-blue, double striped slacks were definitely a good choice.
Looking this good, it'd be no surprise if the Prince were to suddenly kneel at his feet and ask for a dance.
Oikawa felt giddy at the thought. He could already imagine the look of fuming jealousy on Tendou's face as he flaunted his stride with the handsome prince at his arm.
Oikawa hummed in deep thought. What kind of character would he be? It was rumoured not many people had encountered the prince. Perhaps a shy type? A mellow man? Or even a loud one who very much enjoyed a good humour. Whoever it was, it didn't phase him. Oikawa could adapt. He had that click with people.
He smiled and took another sip of champagne. The ladies were still giggling, clearly very much charmed by his charisma.
“Oh, you’re such a caring young man,” another woman gushed. She leaned over, gently touching him on the arm. “Your brothers are very lucky to have you.”
It took a moment for Oikawa to backtrack the conversation, then he waved her off. “Oh, please. I am lucky to have them,” he chuckled. "I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world! No gold, nor pearls or riches could ever substitute for that. I could never!” He declared, flinging his hand out to add some extra dramatic flare.
What he didn’t anticipate was coming in to contact with something hard then a loud “ouch!" which immediately followed.
He let out a startled noise and jumped back immediately. Oikawa peered over his shoulder with a surprised look. He found a man kneeling, clutching on to his face. “Oh, woops. My bad.”
“Ow, yeah your bad is right,” the man snapped back. He kept his face down, struggling with his mask. “Check your surroundings, why don’t ya? Jees.”
Oikawa raised a brow, glancing over at his lady acquaintances, then looked back down at him. “I’m deeply sorry. Would you like some help?” he asked coolly as he gently touched the man on the shoulder.
Not that he didn’t actually intended on helping him, but he still had to look good in front of the others.
He let out a squawk when his hand was harshly smack away. “Don’t touch me,” the man groused.
Oikawa gaped, utterly taken back. He scrunched his nose in ruffled irritation and placed both hands on his hips. “Gosh, I apologised, didn’t I? No need to be so rude.”
“Wow, sure sound apologetic. God, I think you broke my mask.”
He was completely bewildered. Never in his life had he ever encountered such a brash individual. He ought to just leave the grouch alone to bathe in his own misery. “Well, you know what? I’m not sorry, you.. you...” The insult died in his mouth and he floundered the moment the other raised his face.
He was handsome. So very, very handsome. His hair was a wild mess, ruffled in a boyish manner but it only seemed to add to his charm. The stranger had a rugged look to him with a sharp nose and mouth set in a scowl - the definition of masculine with his prominent jaw line and lightly tanned skin. There was a roughness coursing through his gaze and he stared directly in to Oikawa’s eyes as if daring him to look away. Up this close, his eyes were a beautiful earthy brown with, was that flecks of green too? Oh sweet goodness-
“Of course you’re not sorry. High-end rollers like you are all the same. Head filled with hot air and pointless events like these,” the man taunted, scrunching his perfect little nose. He pushed his way past Oikawa. “Jees, I hate these balls.”
Oikawa watched him go, mouth still hung open. He looked over at his group who were equally as stunned. A lady laughed uncomfortably. “Well, wasn’t he just a bitter nut.”
She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about him. He's probably just some old bore anyway."
Oikawa blinked several times then quickly bowed. “Excuse me,” he said.
Iwaizumi bumped past guests and muttered his apology. He rubbed at his eyes, scowling. God, I think I got glitter in my eye. Fancy masks are not exactly his forte. When he passed the group, he heard one of the ladies laugh from behind. "Well, wasn’t he just a bitter nut."
Iwaizumi scowled. This is why he didn't like these damn balls. The crowd here were just horrible. He'd much rather hang out with his horses at the stable. Goodness, He hoped Bo didn't end up with a rude goose like that.
“Wait!”
He stopped and squinted over his shoulder through blurry eyes. Someone appeared to be making their way toward him, arms flailing. “Wait!”
When he approached closer, Iwaizumi realised it was the same man who smacked his right in the face just moments ago. He immediately turned around and hurried his pace.
Oikawa flustered after him. “W-wait! Wait please!”
“Go away.”
"I'm sorry for earlier."
"I thought you said you weren't?"
“I take it back! I am sorry again!”
Iwaizumi shot him another irritated look. “What? You can’t just go around and change your mind willy nilly! Either you’re sorry or you’re not. It ain’t rocket science.”
Oikawa felt his face flush and he shook his head. “I’m sorry!” he cried. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was being rude.”
He straightened his back as the man eyed him up and down.
Iwaizumi hmph-ed and gave him a single jerky nod. “Okay. I accept.”
He began to turn and Oikawa let out a small noise of protest.
“Wait, what’s your name?”
Iwaizumi paused and his expression scrunched back in to a rude glare. “Why should I tell you?”
“I’m Oikawa! Or you can call me Tooru,” Oikawa beamed, eyes shining. They drooped in to a flirtatious look. “Only people I like are allowed to call me Tooru-“
“Oh, well ain’t that just splendid. I get to call you Tooru!” Iwaizumi beamed exaggeratedly then dropped it immediately. “Just riveting.”
Oikawa blinked then laughed nervously. “What’s your name then?” he prompted.
“Not telling.”
“Why not? I told you mine!”
“Didn’t ask for yours.”
“Oh come on!” Oikawa grasped at his sleeve. “Don’t be like that. I’m sure it’s nothing to be embarrassed of.”
He received an agitated look. “I ain’t embarrassed about my name! I just don’t want to tell a high class brat like you. Now let go.”
“Don’t wanna,” Oikawa clung on to him tightly. “I’m not letting go until you tell me.”
“What the hell? How old are you, twelve? Go away!”
“Look, people are staring. They’re going judge us.”
“They’re going to judge you, not me!”
Oikawa wrapped on to him like a persistent octopus. He looked up at him with large, doeful eyes. “Please?”
Iwaizumi eyed him sourly and let out a rough sigh. “For all I know, you could be one of them town creepers. The ones that stalk people and go through their garbage and whatnot.”
Oikawa inhaled sharply and let go. “How dare you! I’m not some snide little stalking-”
“Iwaizumi.”
He stopped mid-rant. “What?”
“My name. Iwaizumi,” he glanced over at him with lazy eyes and a raised eyebrow. “Satisfied?”
Oikawa blinked. “Iwaizumi…” he murmured, familiarising himself with the name. “Ee.. why.. zoo.. me..”
“Yes. Well, if you don’t mind I’m going to leave now.”
“Iwa-chan, where you going?”
The stable boy stopped in his tracks, and turned to send him an incredulous look. “What did you just call me?”
Oikawa blinked rapidly then smiled. “I-Iwa-chan! Because your name was Iwaiz-“
“I know how nicknames work!” Iwaizu mi snapped. “I just don’t like it!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. What else can I call you then?”
“How bout my normal name? Iwaizumi is just fine,” he spun on his heel and began marching his way through the crowd.
Oikawa let out a frantic noise and immediately pushed in after him. “Wait, where you going Iwaizumi?”
“I’m going to get my mask fixed. That or I’ll just grab a new one. The maids always stitch up a few extras just in case.”
Oikawa blinked owlishly. “Wait, maids…?”
Iwaizumi shot him a strange look over his shoulder. “Uhh, yeah..? Who else? Certainly not me.”
“So.. that means..” Oikawa’s brows shot up. “You live here? In this castle?”
Iwaizumi scrunched his nose. “Where else would I live? In the stable? Come on.”
Oikawa nodded frantically, doing his best to keep his cool. “R-right, of course. You live in this castle, d-duh.”
His mind was inwardly screaming, cheering and panicking all at the same time.
My god, this is it! I’ve encountered Prince Charming!
♠ ♠ ♠
Okay, this should be fine now.
Akaashi examined his surroundings and gave a firm nod. It was well away from the main entrance where he’d last spotted Oikawa, and in a reserved area of the ballroom. He was much closer to the central court and he curiously observed pairs twirl and sway to the tune. It was almost mesmerising and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the way the dresses and tailcoats swung lightly with each movement.
He was positioned on the far opposite side of the balconies which was a shame, but he couldn’t afford to risk the bright lights increasing his possibility of being spotted out. Akaashi pressed his back against the wall and watched the scene before him. Oh well. He supposed it didn’t matter that he wasn’t in the main scope of it all. Being here was more than enough.
The music was louder here too. The orchestra was positioned down the back of the courtroom but the sweet melody was loud and clear in his ears. Akaashi closed his eyes and inhaled lightly. Yes, being here was more than enough. He didn’t need the dance, nor the balcony view. All he wanted was to listen to the music.
“Ughhh, this music is awful!”
Akaashi peeked one eye open. He glanced around.
“My ears are bleeding.”
He frowned and straightened himself up. Well, that wasn’t very nice. Akaashi scanned the room.
“What we need is something more grand. Like a circus or something.”
His gaze flickered to his left. It was immediately drawn to a man who stood out like a sore thumb.
He was tall, broad in the shoulders and clearly well built. It was not exactly a very good view from Akaashi’s angle, though he stared up at the wild mess of a hairdo. It was like a child had gone through and slabbed messy streaks of whites and blacks. His hair was gelled up like he’d been electrified and it flopped when he tilted his head side to side. Akaashi frowned at the sight.
Clearly he didn’t know the man, but what a downright party pooper he was. The man bickered and groaned with his companion, whining about the ‘god-awful’ music. Akaashi felt his brow twitch. If anything, he was just a boisterous nut head.
Just ignore him, his mind suggested and he let out a sigh. Akaashi closed his eyes once more and listened to the music. The orchestral sounds began to increase in volume, building up to a musical peak.
Only to get disrupted by a loud sigh at its tipping point. Akaashi opened his eyes, mouth thinned in an irritated frown. He glared over at the man, only to find him alone this time. His friend must've gotten sick of his complaints too.
The stranger stood there, shuffling on the spot. He carried a silver platter with him and Akaashi blinked in surprise. A waiter? Well, he certainly didn't make a good one considering he was dampening the entire mood with his exaggerated groans and grumbles. Had it been a guest Akaashi would have kept to himself. But a staff member? That was just unprofessional.
His thoughts were interrupted by another sigh and he simply couldn't hold it in any longer. He stepped up, marched right over, and tapped the loud oaf on the shoulder.
“Excuse me,” Akaashi said sternly. “If you’re going to complain about the music, could you please do it elsewhere? Some of us are trying to enjoy the night.”
The man peered over his shoulder and any further angry comments died his mouth. Akaashi was immediately taken back.
He had a pair of beautiful golden eyes under the white-lace mask, like melting syrup which seemed to glisten in the moon light. The waiter stared at him with deep astonishment. “Were you talking to me?” he asked.
Akaashi hesitated, blinking rapidly. "Um..."
He continued to watch him, an expectant look on his face.
Akaashi felt his face grow warm. "I.. yes..? Y-yes, I was. You're being awfully loud with your sulking."
He immediately regretted it the moment it left his lips. Oh jees, the last thing he wanted was to stir a situation.
Though, to his surprise the waiter simply snorted. He looked surprised if anything.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had a guest speak such a crass remark,” he said. He raised a brow. “Who are you again?”
Akaashi stood unblinking, gaping at him. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Crass? You’re the one being crass here! I’d much rather listen to this lovely music without your loud whining, thank you very much.”
The strange flinched like he had been slapped. “Well, goodness! What an odd fella you are!”
He cocked his hair causing his loud white and black mane of a hairdo to flop to one side. “You speak like you’re here purely for the music.”
Akaashi frowned. He crossed his arms. “And what if I am?”
The man stared, wide-eyed. Then much to his surprise again, let out a loud laugh. “You’re funny. Tell me your name.”
Akaashi shot him a disapproving look. “Not if you’re going to ask like that.”
“I wasn’t asking,” he smiled widely. “I was ordering.”
“Well then I’m definitely not telling.”
“What,” he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why not?”
“You’re very rude, you know.”
“Me? I’m being rude?”
“Yes!” Akaashi snapped. He placed both hands on his hips. “If you want something that is not yours, then you need to ask for it politely.”
“What?” The man looked genuinely flabbergasted. “But I’m a prince!”
“I don’t care if you’re a prince or the fish monger from down the market! If you want something, you must ask nicely. Haven’t you been taught any manners?” Akaashi scorned.
The other stared at him like he'd grown a third head.“Okay..." he said slowly. "Okay.. okay, fine.”
He frowned hard for a second. “Then I would like you to tell me your name now. Please,” he added quickly at the sight of Akaashi’s deepening frown.
“That’s still not very polite-“
“I don’t understand what you mean!” The man looked bewildered. “All you had to do was tell me your name! It’s not that hard. Here, my name is Bokuto. Bokuto Koutaru. Now yours.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Bokuto,” Akaashi replied with tart sarcasm. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“Wait, where you going?!”
“Moving away from you. You’re draining.”
“But your name!” Bokuto cried out. “Tell me your name! Give me your name, please.”
He looked oddly devastated, golden eyes pleading.
Akaashi raised his eyes to the ceiling, begging patience then let out a sigh. “I’ll tell you if you learn to ask nicely.”
“But I said please!”
“It takes more than simply flinging in the word please. Why do you wish to know my name anyway?”
“Because you’re funny!” Bokuto grinned a lopsided smile.
Akaashi rolled his eyes. “So you want to know my name so I can entertain you for the rest of the night, is that it?”
"I normally hang out with Waz. That or I hide in the bathrooms most of the night. Usually I get caught by the servants though. They're all such snitches," the man eyed the hall suspiciously before he looked down at him. "But you seem alright. I'd like to talk to you."
"Well, talk to someone else. I do not wish to speak with you."
"Why not?"
"Because I just don't," Akaashi butted back. He gestured at the rest of the court. "Look, there are lots of guests here. Go befriend them instead."
"I don't want to!" Bokuto complained, the whiny tone seeping in to his voice again. "They're all boring."
"Yes, well so am I. I am the most boring person you'll ever find."
"No you're not-"
"For goodness sakes!" Akaashi flung his arms up in the air. "You said you were a prince, didn't you? Why don't you have out with the rest of them royals?"
“Because I don’t have friends,” Bokuto explained. He grinned widely. "I only have Waz. That's my stable boy, by the way. He's a rowdy fella but he's very funny."
His smile dropped a fraction. “I’m not allowed to leave my home very often.. and it gets awful lonely sometimes.”
The man averted his gaze. “Balls like this are only fun if you have someone to enjoy them with.”
Every sharp comment he had dispersed and Akaashi bit back his tongue. Being alone was something he was more than familiar with. And loneliness was something which never did quite lessen over time.
Bokuto fidgeted on the spot, nervously playing with the hem of his snow-white jacket. “I-I’m sorry for being rude,” he said. He looked up shyly, an earnest expression on his face. “I didn’t know, it wasn’t my intention to be rude..”
"I just want to talk to someone.." He kicked the ground lightly. “If you want to leave then I won’t force you to stay…”
Akaashi felt the tug on his heart strings and he inwardly cursed his kindness. He looked around to check if his brothers were nearby, then let out a sigh. “Okay, fine. Since it’s only one night, I’ll allow it. I won’t leave. But I’m still not going to tell you my name until you learn to ask nicely.”
It was like a sudden flip of switch. Bokuto lit up immediately, grinning like a child on Christmas. “Okay! Okay!” he chirped. He bounced in excitement. “You’ll stay with me! You promised so you can’t change your mind. You are to be by my side for the remainder of the night! Please.”
Akaashi rolled his eyes. “Just adding please at the end of everything you say doesn’t make it polite."
He glanced across the wide courtroom. "Now, I have one condition if I am to accompany you. I want to stay near the orchestra to hear their music.”
Bokuto scrunched his nose in clear disdain. “Ugh, what? This music is so dreary though! They never play anything lively or exciting.”
“Well I think it’s wonderful,” Akaashi peered over the sea of heads in the direction of the music. His lips tugged in to a light smile. “It’s amazing they can produce such enchanting sounds with a mere instrument.
Bokuto's brows rose and he stared at him in light wonder. “You.. really like this kind of music?”
“I do.”
"It doesn't bore you?"
"No," Akaashi glanced over to meet his eyes. He smiled, eyes shining. "Quite the opposite."
Bokuto looked taken back. He looked over at the far end of the hall, at him, then back at the hall. He hummed quietly, then nodded. “Okay.”
It was all the warning Akaashi received before he was suddenly being dragged. “Wh- ouch! Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
Bokuto raised a brow. “I’m taking you to meet the orchestra. Come on.”
“What? No! Are you insane?” Akaashi jerked his arm away but his efforts were fruitless. “You can’t just walk up to them whenever you please!”
“Yes I can, I’ve done it before,” Bokuto replied cheerfully. “They’re rather boring and don’t hold conversations well but I suppose they're okay.”
They wormed their way through the heavy crowds, dodging arms and legs of nearby dancers. The music grew louder and more distinct over the muffled chatter of guests and Akaashi’s heart began to race.
“Wait, Bokuto stop. They’re busy playi- I mean, I don’t want to bother..” he flustered, a wave of nerves erupting in his chest.
“Nonsense! They’ll be happy to hear you compliment their skills.”
“No, I really don’t- !” Akaashi gasped when Bokuto suddenly leapt up. The man waved his arm about madly.
“Hey!” he yelled. “Guess who’s here!”
Akaashi inhaled sharply and yanked his arm down. “Bokuto, you’re craz-”
The music came to a sudden halt and he was met with an entire orchestra’s worth of eyes. They stared at the two with expressionless faces and Akaashi wanted to shrivel up and hide.
Suddenly the musicians all moved at once. They stood and immediately bowed. “Your Highness.”
Akaashi’s eyes widened, blinking dumbly. He looked over at the other.
Bokuto waved them off. “Oh come on, I told you not to do that!”
He grinned at the group crossing his arms. “You’re all as dreary as ever, aren’t you!”
“Bokuto!”
“Oh, don’t worry. It’s an inside joke.” He tugged Akaashi over by the arm and beamed at the group. “This is my new friend. Here, he has something to tell you guys.”
Akaashi let out a little squawk as he was pushed in front. The group of musicians watched him expectantly with raised brows. He straightened himself, awkwardly smoothing down his vest. “I-I enjoyed your performance. It was wonderful,” he managed, doing his best not to stutter. “I have not heard music like this before. You’re all very talented.”
They must receive praise like this all the time, he thought. And he was just another odd sook who was wasting their precious time with his rambling.
Though, they smiled, sinking their head gracefully. “Thank you for your compliments. It is a nice change from Bokuto’s rants.”
“That’s cause you never play the good stuff, it’s all stiff and slow," Bokuto chimed. He waved his hand in a flick. "Play my favourite tune, will you? I suppose that's the least suffering.”
Akaashi turned to him, ready to scold him for his manners again but the orchestra appeared unfazed by his brashness. They immediately picked up their instruments and began to play.
Music began to play up again and Akaashi’s ears were hit with the most beautiful melody he’d ever encountered. It was light, airy and everything magical. The atmosphere felt suddenly enhanced, the moon light glowing in to the grand ballroom and the light tinkle of champagne glasses. Dancing guests picked up on the tempo and began to move in a faster waltz. It was all so overwhelmingly enchanting and Akaashi stood there, entranced.
Bokuto stood awfully close, his warmth radiating on to Akaashi. “Hey,” he whispered, lips brushing against his ear. “You wanna dance?”
“I’m not a very good dancer.”
“Neither am I.”
Akaashi shook his head lightly. “No, I’m really.. I don’t know how to..”
Bokuto stared at him, baffled and he fidgeted under the gaze. There was a loud snort and he peered up to find the other laughing. Akaashi felt a rush of embarrassment and he raised up to snap back, but Bokuto simply shook his head.
“What, is that the only reason stopping you? Because you never learned?” he asked, sounding genuinely amused. “Good thing you got me then, don’t you?”
“You said you were a bad dancer yourself.”
“Ah-ah! I said I wasn’t a very good dancer. Never said I was a bad dancer. Come here.”
Bokuto grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in to the dance floor.
“Wait, I don’t-“
“Shh, I know I few things about dance. Come, let me teach you.”
He led him in a free spot where there were very few people nearby. Bokuto’s hand was warm and it clasped over his in a firm but gentle grasp. Akaashi blinked as another hand slithered across his hip and tugged him in. “U-uh.”
“Rule number one about ballroom dancing,” Bokuto spoke lightly. “Relax yourself. Loosen your muscles, even the ones on your face. You look petrified.”
“I feel petrified,” Akaashi muttered. Though, he did his best to drop his shoulders.
Bokuto chuckled in his ear. “Rule number two. In this realm of dance, there should be a lead and a follow.”
He glanced down at him, a coy smile playing on his lips. “Would you like to lead or shall I?”
“Don’t be an ass. You know I don’t know what to do.”
“Pfft, ha!” Bokuto lit up, looking delighted. “I knew it! You’re not as rigid as I thought! But fine, I’ll lead.”
Before Akaashi to snap back, he was pulled along in to a deep spin.
“Wait- Bokuto, I can’t- oh god, what do I do with my feet?” Akaashi floundered, legs slightly tripping over each other as he tried to keep up with the other.
Bokuto beamed and took a step forward, Akaashi taking a wobbly step back. “Follow my feet. If I take a step forward, you take it one back. If I go right, you follow left. I’ll go slowly. Watch my feet and you’ll get the hang of it.”
Akaashi frowned and focused downward. Bokuto’s feet seemed to glide effortlessly around the sprung floors and he felt himself mirroring his steps in rigid, hesitant jerks.
“Be gentle with yourself. Don’t overthink it.”
Akaashi let out a exhale through his nose and continued to observe Bokuto’s feet. It took a few repeats to realise he was stepping in a cycle. Right foot forward, left foot forward. Right foot right, left foot right, Left foot back, right foot back…
“You’re a natural. You’re a lot better than I was when I started.”
Akaashi huffed lightly. “Only because you’re going easy on me.”
He heard Bokuto hum faintly and he let out a startled noise when the repeated step patterns was broken and the other stepped right in, until they were almost chest to chest.
“Hey," Bokuto's voice dropped in to a hush whisper. "You have very long lashes, you know.”
Akaashi blinked up at the other. His face was hidden by the elaborate mask but there was a perpetual twinkle in his rich-golden eyes. There was a moment where he didn’t know how to respond and he looked away. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”
“Perhaps I am.”
Akaashi snapped his head back at the other in surprise. Bokuto flashed a mischievous grin, exposing a set of dimples.
Akaashi felt his cheeks grow warm and he gently pushed him away. “You’re terrible.”
Bokuto laughed, delighted. “Don’t say that or I’m going to be upset. But you are very pretty.”
He pulled the other in close again, placing his hand firmly over his back. “You know, I’m not usually a fan of these balls. In fact, I dread them,” he cocked his head lightly and Akaashi got a glimpse of his eyes which were shaped like crescent moons. Bokuto’s lips curled up in to a shy smile. “Thank you for spending the night with me,” he whispered. “It was the most fun I’ve ever had in a long time.”
Akaashi felt his chest tighten. A strange sensation washed down his spine, tingling all the way down to his toes.
He felt the same way. This was the happiest he’d been since his mother was still alive.
Bokuto continued to smile down at him. "Will you tell me your name? Please," he added politely and Akaashi felt his cheeks warm.
His heart suddenly began to race and Akaashi stood on his tiptoes. He leaned up until his lips were hovering over the shell of Bokuto’s ear. “My name is-“
Ding ding ding
Akaashi jumped lightly, the loud sounds of a striking deep bell ringing. He jerked his head away and looked around. “What is that?”
“Hm? Oh, it’s just the clock. The chime strikes when it nears midnight.”
Midnight? Akaashi blinked. Had time really gotten that quickly?
He let go, hand slipping out of the other’s. “I didn’t realise it was that late. I need to go now.”
The smile on Bokuto’s face dropped immediately. “What, already? No! Stay!”
Kuroo had said the magic would run out. He really couldn’t afford to stay any longer.
Akaashi shook his head, though he smiled politely. “I can’t.”
“But I only just met you!”
“No, you met me an hour ago.” Akaashi wormed his way out of his grasp. “I really need to go now.”
“Wait no! Please don’t go! I want you to stay!” Bokuto scrunched his brows, giving him the biggest puppy eyes look. “Please.”
Akaashi hesitated, feeling alittle awkward. “It’s not that I don’t want to.. I mean, you’re a nice guy-“
He jolted at the loud chiming of the clock which rang again. “Okay, I need to go. Like, now.”
“No, no, no, please! I don’t even know your name yet! Tell me your name!” He clung insistently on to his arm. “And stay for alittle longer. I’ll take you to see the orchestra again if you want.”
“Um…” Akaashi now felt alittle more frantic. He was running out of time. He needed to think of something, fast.
He glanced around. “Uh.. okay.. okay, fine. I’ll tell you my name if… if you get me one of those.”
He pointed over to a waiter in the distance holding a platter. “One of those.. little food things. Yeah, I want that. Could you get it for me, please?”
Bokuto spun over, eyes wide, then turned back to him. He grinned, nodding eagerly and patted his hand. “Oh, okay! Yeah, I can do that! Stay right here, okay?”
He rushed off, worming through the crowds.
Akaashi let out a relieved sigh. Thank god. He peered up at the clock and let out a gasp. Seven minutes till midnight! He would have to run. Akaashi immediately began to push his way through the crowds. “Excuse me, sorry, coming through.”
Bokuto managed to find his way to the waiter who bowed lightly. “Good evening, your majesty. Would you like to try some of the cherry truffle, laced with a dark chocolate ganache and-“
“Yeah, yeah, all I see here is the pink chocolate ball, or the red chocolate ball,” Bokuto interrupted, though not meaning to sound rude. “Give me one of each.”
He glanced over his shoulder, only to do a double take. “I'm sure he'll- Hey! Wait!”
Akaashi jumped at the loud voice and peered back. They met eyes. Uh oh.
“E-excuse me, sorry,” He shoved his way past rough shoulders and murmured sheepish apologies as he hurried through.
“Hey!” Bokuto cried out in alarm. He immediately ran back in to the crowd, barging through. “Come back! Wait!” He ignored the complaints and irritated comments as he barged through. “I said come back!”
The mystery man was too far ahead, though he saw his head bop up and down as he began to shrink further and further away. Bokuto felt his heart race and chest tighten with desperation. “Your name!” he yelled. “I need to know your-“
He didn't have time for this. Bokuto did what he had to in his frantic state of mind. He threw his head back and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hoot! Hoooot! Iwaizumi, the signal! Hoot!” he yelled frantically. “Where are you, Iwaizumi?! Hooooot!”
Akaashi glanced back in bewilderment at the young man screaming his head off. “Oh my god,” he muttered in shock. “This guy’s a complete lunatic.”
He finally burst out of the crowds, and rushed out from the front entrance. He leapt down, skipping a step each time as he ran then sprinted to the outer stables.
He soon spotted the small mop of orange hair in the dark. “Hinata! Kageyama!”
The two boys sprung up immediately, heads darting about as they searched for him. “Akaashi?”
“We need to go, now.” He didn’t even slow down. Akaashi grabbed the two and quickly ushered the stallion on to its hooves. “We only have a few minutes until midnight. Probably five now.”
“Oh, sweet canary! We should hurry then!” Hinata scrambled on to the horse and reached over to pull Akaashi up. Kageyama latched on behind and he flicked the lanyard. “C’mon buddy, let’s go!”
The horse let out a loud whiny and raced out to the cobbled path.
“Wait!”
Akaashi whipped his head over in surprise. Bokuto stumbled out of the entrance of the castle, arm stretched out. His golden eyes were wide, shining under the moon light. He looked thoroughly devastated, an expression of pure desperation.
Akaashi’s lips parted lightly, then he looked away. He tightened his grip around Hinata’s waist, the wind whipping through his hair as they raced away from the castle.