Journals
A/N;; Oneshot made by Ella-san.
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I looked back at myself in the full scale mirror in my bedroom at my own apartment. If I wasn’t me, I wouldn’t recognize who I was. I twirled around a couple of times in my simple black dress that hung over my shoulders, was of knee high length, had beautiful white decorative, and small flowers around the bottom and neck line. After starring at the dress, I looked at my full self. My blue hair was cut so that it was mid length; I also had small curls in my hair at the ends and wore very small white headband. I had put some make-up on and wore some tall black heels, which were not comfortable.
I smiled at myself as I grabbed a smaller version of my bag off my bed and walked to the kitchen where my keys were. Tonight was my prom night, senior prom. I wasn’t going with anyone in particular but I didn’t mind that; I was sure to find someone to dance with. I grabbed my keys but not before glancing at my Lens and trident which was on my table; slowly, I reached my hand out for them but stopped. “No, tonight I’m a regular teenager. No mafia things what so ever…” I quickly left my place before I changed my mind and decided to grab them.
I drove down to the school in my very own convertible…ok, so it was actually Tsuyoshi’s car that he let me borrow for the night, or did he? He was on a mission now and wouldn’t be home until sometime later after prom ended. Oh well, he borrows my things all the time without my permission why should I not do it to him. I parked in the school’s parking lot and checked my pocket watch. I had convinced myself earlier to not be here an hour early to patrol the grounds; instead, I arrived five minutes after prom already began. I was going for the whole normal teenager dream for sure.
When I walked in the gym, everything looked lovely. Our theme was black and white. I looked around as I saw many of my classmates there, most dancing to the fast songs that played, which were all approved by me. I walked over to get some punch as many people were starring at me now. I, unintentionally, used my illusions to see what they were whispering about and found that it wasn’t how they should run away but how lovely I looked and how I couldn’t have been Nagi Spade. To me, I was just Nagi tonight as my last name causes me trouble in the mafia.
I sat down at one of the tables, drank some cherry punch, and ate a little bit of the roast that they were serving. I looked around as I saw everyone laugh and have a good time; actually, some of the girls in my class, that has been in my classes for years but never talked to me, talk to me. I smiled as I was having a very good time with them because, for once, I believed the lie that I was normal.
It was getting into the middle of the night where the fast songs slowly turned into medium paced. I was sitting there talking to some of the others when a boy happened to come over my way. He was tall and nice looking. He looked typical having black hair and wearing a tuxedo.
“Excuse ladies but I came over here to ask if I may have a dance with you.” He looked directly at me when I recognized him.
His name something Arata, I didn’t bother with knowing last names of these people. “Anou…sure” I smiled as I stood up.
“Arigato.” He held his arm out and I took it; both of us walked out on the dance floor. We both danced with each other as we talked a little bit about ourselves. Arata was a very nice guy who enjoyed listening to me talk a bit.
After a couple of dances, he asked if I could retrieve him a ball that I had taken up one day due to his friend throwing it around. I agreed and told him that I would go to the reception room to get it; he decided to come along with me which I didn’t mind too much because it was prom night.
I entered the room with Arata, who closed the door. I walked over to the desk, opened one of my drawers and handed him his ball, “Here.”
He turned to look at me, “huh…thanks…”
“Something wrong?”
He turned to look at me, “nothing except that you are stupid enough to not have brought anything with you.”
“Eh?” He grabbed one of my arms and quickly threw me against the wall. When I stood back up, he had me backed against the wall. I glared at him as I saw some other guys walk in to back him up.
“I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.” He grabbed a pocket knife out of his pocket. “You are quite stupid tonight, not bringing anything with you?”
“Hmm…have you forgotten my combat skills?”
“No.” He had two of his guys hold onto my arms tightly. “You had this coming. No girl makes fun of us for about seven years.”
As he held the knife closely to my neck, all I could do was laugh. “Kufufu…you’ve forgot who I was.” I kicked him in the stomach then broke free of the other two’s grip. I playfully smiled at them as beat them up.
After a few seconds, because that’s how fast they gave in, I shoved them out of the disciplinary committee room.
“Jerks, you’ll pay worse tomorrow.”
“No, how about tonight.”
I turned when I should’ve back away. Another guy came at me and threw punch all over my dress, which ruined it. As he laughed, I glared at him, “You like punch? Then how about this!” I punched him in the face then quickly ran back into the reception room and slammed the door. I leaned against it and slide down to the floor…”Stupid…” My eyes started to tear up and I held my knees. Tears streamed down as I cried. I was so stupid to believe that I could have a normal teenage prom night…I was so far from normal.
It was getting later in the night; I could hear song after song pass by…soon, everyone will be gone and I alone. “And here I thought I was going to have to call the cops about a stolen car.”
I looked up quickly to see Tsuyoshi, who was still in his battle suite which was a tux with dying will qualities, sitting in my doorway. “Tsuyoshi-kun?”
He stepped in the room and closed the window “Prom huh? Told you that it would be a night to remember.”
I ignored his teasing and ran over to hug him; I cried as I hugged him. “Wh-Why can’t I have one night as a normal girl…” I started to wail, never being so upset before.
He hugged me back and whispered in my ear, “it’s just not our luck.”
I looked at him, “You’re home early…”
“No, you’re prom just ending really late.” I sniffled as he pulled the hair out of my face. Quietly, he fixed my hair a bit, gave me my normal bag, and put my Lens on me. “I stopped by your house to see if my car was there; so, before leaving, I picked these things up for you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes as he took my high heels off, which I was very thankful for. “Now, you look somewhat normal.” He smiled at me.
“A-Arigato…” I smiled at him.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” All I could hear was the last slow song of the night playing.
“It’s your prom night and you should be happy Nagi-chan.” He bowed and held out his hand. “May I have this dance.”
I chuckled a bit and took his hand, “of course.”
That night we danced together, acting like to normal people. Even though he had just returned home from the mission, he never missed a step and I, as tired and horrible looking as I was, danced with my Boss. Before the night ended, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of us together. When the picture was developed, he gave it to me and I put it with all my other special pictures because that was the first time I felt like a normal teenage girl at her prom and I liked that feeling…maybe, someday, I’ll be able to feel like a normal person even if for the moment like tonight.
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Ella-san's Note;;
Now that you've read it. Nagi & Tsuyoshi do not love-love each other! He's just being her "older brother" and that's how their relationship it. Brother & sisterlyLabels: khr, Nagi Spade, Nakamura Tsuyoshi, writing
