Disco Away

by JiaZai

 

Disclaimers: This fic has been written just for entertainment. I do not earn a cent from it and is very poor, so do not sue.
Author's Note: Okay, I know I took a long time, but here it is, part 2. Now, if only someone can give me a review…

 

Chapter 2

Date-O

 

Koenma awakes from his sleep with a big headache.  Why didn’t his alarm clock ring? He gives a big groan and struggles up from his bed. Finding himself in the sun’s way, he turned to the clock by the side of his bed. 10.30am.

“Hmm…what’s for breakfast today?” Koenma stretched out sleepily. Gloomily, he opened the wooden door to the bathroom, stepped inside and closed the door. All was quiet for a minute. Suddenly, the door flew open again and Koenma zooms out, picking up the clock and looking at it wide-eyed.

“AAAHHHHHH!!!” Koenma’s voice pierced through the quiet morning in ReiKai and passer-bys stopped to ponder where that penetrating cry came from. In this instance, Botan, who was deciding whether to knock on Koenma’s door, was thrown off her feet by the impact of that scream. She remained fallen on the floor, eyes looking blankly into space until an alarm clock came flying through the door, making a hole in the teak. Immediately, Botan jolted up from the ground and hurriedly pushed open the door.

“Koenma-sama! What’s…!” Botan stopped in her sentence, eyes as big as sauces as she stared at the embarrassing sight. Koenma, who was struggling out of his jeans and trying to put on a new shirt, had his underwear leaking out beneath the cloth materials. Very unfortunately, he happened to be wearing this ultra man underwear as his normal hushpuppies ones were with the laundry. He turned positively red, and soon, he will be green as well.

“AIEEEEEE!!!” Botan screamed, slamming the door and covering her face in her hands. This shriek once again turned heads and not far off, George finds this voice familiar. Her face burned a bright red and her ears were burning off their top. What did she just saw? That was definitely NC-17 for Botan. And what’s this liking for ultra man that Koenma had to wear it as his…

“Bo…Botan…uh…erm…” Koenma stumbled, slowly opening the door and scratched his head nervously. He was now fully dressed. “I…I…I…erm…well…the…sorry…” Botan slowly removed her hands from her face and turned to look at Koenma, noticing that his face was as red as beetroot.

“He looks so cute like that, not a trace of that usually bossy him…” Botan thought, somehow getting entrance by that gorgeous sight. She stared intently at Koenma while he scratched his head awkwardly and tries to apologise.

“It’s okay, Koenma.” Botan said, giving one of her beautiful smiles. Maybe this would work out. Maybe she can just ask him to the Dance Mania ball. Koenma stared at her. This was when she realised her terrible mistake.

“Oh…erm…Koenma-sama, that is.” Botan corrected herself. No way will this work out. Koenma was her boss, not just a fellow friend. However close they worked together, there was just this gap. All the more she didn’t have enough courage to ask him. The two remained quiet, with Botan staring at the ground with a troubled look and Koenma also staring at the ground.

“Koenma-sama! There you are! You’ve got to return to the office at once! The whole place is in a mess!” Ayame zoomed down the corridor on her oar.

“Oh ya! I’m coming!” Koenma replied walking past Botan. However, as he past, he whispered softly to Botan, “Koenma is fine with me, coming from you.” Botan eyes went wide and pink patches appeared on her cheeks.

“Hai, …Koenma.”

~*~

“Ne, Keiko…” Yusuke started. Keiko raised her head. “Erm. Well, never mind.” Keiko raised an eyebrow. This was like the fifth time Yusuke was acting like this today. What was the problem? It was three in the afternoon and the two were sitting at a roadside café. Keiko gave an exasperated sigh and returned her attention back to her strawberry milk shake. If Yusuke was going to do that act for the sixth time, she was definitely going to bash Yusuke up.

“Anou, Keiko…” Yusuke started yet again. His fingers scratched at the napkin, increasing the amount of wrinkles already present due to previous crumbling. Keiko tapped her fingers impatiently on the wooden table. Tap, tap, tap…Yusuke bit his lower lip, looked at Keiko, who had ignored him and was sipping her strawberry milkshake, then sucked in some air.

“I...I…I mean…erm…will…you….erm…ya know…” Yusuke stammered, trying to gather up all his courage. However, it seemed like all that bravery used for fighting youkais weren’t very useful at the moment. “Ah…erm…never mind.” The next thing that followed was a big punch from a very irritated Keiko that sent Yusuke sprawling onto the ground.

“WHAT THE F*CK WERE YOU DOING!?” Yusuke demanded, hand clutching his right cheek that smoked.

“SPEAK, UREMEASHI YUSUKE! WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO SAY!?” Keiko interrogated, grabbing Yusuke by the collar and eyeing him viciously. Yusuke then turned bright red and pushed Keiko’s hand away.

“It’s just…nothing…” Yusuke replied, his voice turning from the hoarse angry voice to a soft embarrassed whisper.

“No, there’s something.” Keiko retorted. Knowing him for so long, Keiko knew for sure that there was something on Yusuke’s mind.

“There’s really nothing!” Yusuke repeated his answer. His eyes flickered around uncomfortably and a cute pink blush painted his cheeks. Maybe he’ll ask her another time…He still has a couple of days. Keiko raised an eyebrow, she was sure there was something, especially upon spotting that blush.

“Speak, or I’ll not talk to you for two weeks.” Keiko threatened. Yusuke winced. Keiko sure knows how to get to him. He can’t wait two weeks…so it was now or never. He breathed deeply, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. It was as if something was stuck in his throat. He breathed again, but still, nothing came out. Yusuke seriously looked as if he was imitating a goldfish. It was then when Keiko exploded into an even bigger anger.

“DAMN, SPEAK!!! GRRR…” Keiko screeched, shaking Yusuke vigorously and practically pinching him at the shoulders.

“YIKES! GRUGH!” Yusuke choked out, “DAMN! I WAS JUST GONNA ASK YOU TO THE F*CKING DANCE MANIA AS MY DATE, DAMN IT!!!”

“BAKA YUSUKE, BAKA YUSUKE, BAKA YUSUKE, YOU SPENT HELL JUST TO ASK ME TO…” Keiko scolded, then suddenly stopped when she realised what Yusuke just said. She stared at Yusuke, eyes wide. Yusuke turned beetroot. He asked. HE ASKED KEIKO. HE ASKED KEIKO TO BE HIS DATE. The couple stared at each other, an awkward silence stopping the time between them.

Oh my god. Keiko hadn’t expected this. Yusuke asked her to be his date. DATE. That word held the power to make Keiko blush all over. However, the word DATE used together with YUSUKE was the one that made Keiko turn redder then a ripe apple. Keiko suddenly realised that she had been staring at Yusuke. Tear the gaze. Tear the gaze, gal! Her brained screamed. However, her female hormones urged her to move closer. Listening on the urges of her hormones, Keiko moved closer, closing up some space between her and Yusuke. Yusuke closed up the rest.

The two ended up in a kiss.

~*~

“Amen bah blah beah ba blah blah mah fah, CHANGE!” Koenma chanted. He looked at himself once again. Damn. It seemed like the magic wasn’t going to work. He was damned stuck as Koenma the teenager. Koenma plopped into his seat. It felt strange to be in this form in his office. Usually, he would remain in his kiddo form in the office. It made him feel safe from desperate dead girls who were dying to get their hands on his teenage form. Koenma sighed. At least now he didn’t have to climb onto his seat. He could just sit down. Teenage or not, there were piles of work to clear up. Koenma picked up his stamp and started to stamp feverishly. He had a better grip on the stamp now that he had a bigger hand. It was just then when George came twirling into the room. (Yes, I typed twirling)

“I did it! I did it! Oh my darling…” George said dreamily. He was twirling like a ballet dancer. It reminded Koenma of a ballet musical he had once seen. The actors were twirling for the whole performance. It freaked Koenma out just to think about it. Koenma peered suspiciously at George.

“I’ve got a date for the Dance Mania…lalalalala…” George rested an elbow on Koenma’s table. Koenma was slightly annoyed.

“Get your arm off my table, George. And get back to work.” Koenma chided. Even George had a date for the Dance Mania. Now, if only he could get up the courage to ask Botan…

 

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