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…