You did a 360-spin in front of the mirror, the black, silky fabric of your dress waterfalling around your legs at the graceful movement. You came to a stop and watched the fabric in your reflection come to a stop in a slow-motion-like twist; the perfect, magic-made dress was just as full of movement in stillness as it was in motion. A fleeting smile worked its way onto your light pink lips.
"I love it," you said to Blair, eyes trailing the dress. A red satin bow wrapped around your slender waist added a pop of color, and a choker - the same, deep shade of crimson, like the bow - clung to your neck. A small - and very appropriate, you might add - skull was featured on the choker.
'Kid,' you thought, looking at the mini-repleca of his father's mask, 'would approve of this feature...' You giggled and blushed at the thought of him.
You ran over to Blair and tackled her in a strong embrace. "Thank you, Blair! It's amazing!"
"Easy! You're smudging your eyeshadow! Just look- now there's a gray smudge next to your eye!" She licked her thumb and hastily scrubbed off the imperfection.
"Do you think my hair is okay?" you asked in a voice that went a few octaves higher than was normal. You were fretting again, back in front of the mirror, patting down a few stray hairs into the bun that sat atop your head.
"It's fine! Stop messing with it!" She smacked your hand away from your head and grabbed your fox ear and bagan tugging you towards the door.
'So much for preserving my hair,' you thought sarcastically.
"Ikou ze! Ikou ze! It's time to go!" she ushered you into her red convertible. She got in and the two of you sped off.
"Going a little fast, don't you think?" You asked, worried; you didn't dare rip your eyes off the street, which was just a black blur of pavement by this point. Your back was pressed up against the seat, the incresing velocity of the car gambling with the logic of physics.
"Don't be silly!" she giggled, speeding up even more. Everything around you became mere streaks of color, and you desperately clung onto any availible surface in the car, hoping she knew where she was going.
The car screeched to a halt, burning rubber, and your body jerked forward in response. Your eyes were wide,shocked that you even /lived/ through that.
"Okay, we're here!" She cheerily piped up from the driver's seat and flashed you a bright smile.
"Yeah," you lightheadedly mumbled, stumbling out of the car. "Th-thanks, Blair." You held a hand up to your mouth, feeling mildly ill.
"See ya later! Good luuuck~!" she sang and winked at you. With that, she sped back down the street, the wheels screeching against the asphalt in protest.
You turned toward the huge, towering, iron gates which stood wide open like welcoming arms. Behind those was a beautiful, perfectly symmetrical mansion; you took a deep breath and approached the main entrance - two double doors. They opened simultaneously before you could even knock, as if triggered by a sensor.
"Good aftern-" Kid started his greeting, but the word got stuck in his throat. He stared, giving you a once-over, then his approving eyes moved to meet yours. "N-noon," he finished.
"Hello, Kid-kun," you addressed your date, also studying his chosen apparel. He - as usual - was dressed to the nines; his outfit sported a crisp, white undershirt with red trim, black slacks, and a black jacket, all brought together with a finalizing red tie. "You look great," you said, smiling.
He grinned. "Not as amazing as you," he responded. "What a perfectly symmetrical dress!"
You giggled. "So what are your plans?" you asked, because you hadn't the slightest clue. This wasn't a problem, though, because you loved surprises, and Kid was definitely full of them.
"I have it all worked out, there's no need to worry... It's a bit of a surprise, and - ah," he said, looking over your shoulder, "Here's our ride, now." He took your hand and led you back towards the street.
"A horse and wagon?" you asked, a bit suprised. Your eyes moved over the sleek, black horse attatched to just-as-sleek and black wagon with golden accents.
"Do you not like it?" His face turned to meet yours, worry dominant on his perfect features.
You giggled and your eyes shone with excitement. "I love it," you reassured.
His face was overcome with relief and satisfaction - and a bit of pride, don't forget pride - as he helped you into the carriage.
"4257 Ravine Way, Please," he informed the old man in charge of driving the buggy.
He nodded once. "Hya!" the man ordered the horse, and the beast began clopping down the street in a soothing, rythmic beat.
Kid took your hand in his, causing a blush to crawl onto your cheeks.
The driver pulled on the reigns and the wagon began to turn down another street.
"Ah, take the scenic route, please," Kid requested of the man, and tossed an extra tip into his fare-collecting basket.
The man smiled and complied, familiar enough with Death City to know in which direction to travel. Within a few more blocks, you were surrounded by Japanese cherry blossoms, just beginning to bud with pink and white bursts of colour.
You gazed around at the beautiful trees in marvel at the colourful slendor of the season. Kid, too, was enjoying the beauty of the trees, and appraised whoever planted them, because - much to his pleasrue - they were planted on both sides of the brick road.
"Perfect symmetry," he whispered, eyes glowing.
The last of the trees passed and you emerged back onto the street, a few quaint homes and buildings standing on the side-lines of the road. The carriage pulled over in front of a large, sticcato building, and the horse's footsteps stopped along with the cart by the sidewalk.
"Thank you, sir," you thanked the man who you assumed owned the cart; you stepped out onto the street and waited as Kid payed the fare - and then some, you were sure. The man looked at the two of you, a youthful sparkle in his dark, kind eyes, smiled and tipped his hat, and rode off.
Kid approached the entrance to the creme coloured building. A waiter stood by the door at a podium with a fancy, silver clipboard in hand.
"Reservations for Death the Kid," he informed the waiter in a confident, mature tone.
The waiter scanned the list and scribbled something down, then asked, "Private balcony?"
Kid nodded once, and the waiter gestured to the door, allowing him in; another waiter was standing in the doors, ready to show you to your seat. You started to follow Kid through the doors, but the first man stuck an arm out in front of you. Kid turned to see what the hold up was.
"No pets, please," the waiter warned in a strict, mannerly tone. He scowled at yoy and puffed up his chest.
'I-Is he talking about me?' You looked at Kid - on the other side of the man's arm - with a shocked and hurt look on your face. "P-pet?" your mouth worded. You felt tears pricking in the back of your eyes, the warm droplets already threatening to overflow.
Kid, also with an axpression of shock and horror, stepped up to the guy who just called you a "pet" and flipped out a special card, shoving it in his face. "You are to let my girlfriend," he emphsized the word, sharply correcting the waiter of his deadly mistake, "in this restaurant, or you shall have to report to my father."
'Girlfriend...' his voice echoed in your mind. You smiled a little and looked at the face of the Grim Reaper's son, who was still scowling at the man.
Sweat drops formed all over the man's face, which he frettedly wiped away with a handkerchief, mortified. "L-L-Lord Death's son!" He bowed out of respect. "A thousand apologies, and to you, miss." He turned to you, bowing in your direction as well. He took it upun himself to seat you, leading you to an elevator, through some halls, past huge ballrooms - a few of which were occupied with fancy parties - and out onto a spacious balcony with a private table, set up for two.
"P-please be seated," the nervous waiter said as he pulled out your chair for you to take your seat; it was obvious that he was scared that Death the Kid might actually report this to his father. "Someone will be here shortly to take your order." He scurried off, back into the huge building.
"I'm sorry about that," Kid apologized, obviously a bit pissed about that sour note in your evening. "This was supposed to be perfect," he growled, obviously thinking about way to make up for it, or ways to beat himself up if he couldn't fix it.
You laughed at his expression, and he looked up questioningly. "It's okay, Kid... I've been called worse," you assured jokingly, laughing it off.
Kid's face just became more shocked and concerned at this statement, but didn't ask any more on the subject, not wanting to ruin the evening. Some music was drifting through the halls from one of the other parties, just loud enough to reach your ears.
"Would you care to dance?" He stood and held his hand out to you, smiling sweetly.
