UtaPri One Shots ((finished))

{ Camus } The Bravest Girl

Dedicated to the awesomez @Croatia1783

{ Your P.O.V }

Hesitantly, I slipped my arms through the bottom of the dress and pulled the flawless gown over my head.

Tonight's the night of a fancy ball that Camus is going to and guess who he asked (more like ordered) to be his date. Me. Why he didn't just choose Nanami is a mystery because clearly she's the better choice between the two of us. I don't care if I'm Quartet Night's composer, she should have been asked to go instead of me.

I looked in the mirror of my bathroom and sighed. My hair is done to perfection. The dress doesn't look half bad on me. But my eyes show just how nervous I really am when it comes to this entire event.

Confidence was never something I had. Becoming a composer meant that I had somewhere to put my creativeness without having to really interact with others or at least not with many people. Composing for Quartet Night pretty much means I get to stay behind the scenes and only really talk with them and their producers. The rest of my free time is spent alone and or quietly hanging out with one or two of the Quartet members when I want to have some human interaction. But this, a ball for heavens sakes, is pushing my boundaries much farther than what I'm comfortable with.

"Let's go." Camus said coldly as he held out a hand for me to take once I had walked back to the main foyer of the Master Course.

I didn't say a word as I hesitantly took his hand and went with him to our limousine that waited for us. Reiji had spoken with me earlier, telling me to be confident, of course that didn't help, but it's nice to know someone is rooting for me and my soon fleeting sanity. Hopefully I don't mess anything up...

The limo ride to the venue was completely silent which wasn't very surprising. Camus spent his time reading that mysterious book with that beautiful golden embroidery frame on the front and back covers while I simply stared down at my hands and twiddled my thumbs. The nerves I had been experiencing since yesterday were beginning to increase and I could feel my composure already beginning to slip and we haven't even stepped foot into the venue.

My arm that's linked with Camus's felt like that was the only thing anchoring me down to reality as we walked rather elegantly into the venue of the ball. All eyes, and when I say all, I mean every last pair of eyes in this large room immediately turned to stare at Camus and I. He is one of the honored guests of this here ball after all. But the second everyone took a glimpse of the sweetly smiling Earl, their eyes would then land on me. No one knows who I am and I never planned on telling anyone though it seems that Camus won't let this die down so easily.

Camus and myself were approached by countless people. Some women, some men, some old, some young. All varying but all have one thing in common. They're all rich.

This feels like a world in which I don't belong in. One where you're the odd person out and everyone is just eyeing you like some monster. Every time I mad eye contact with another party guest, I could feel my sanity dwindling more and more.

"Are you alright?" Camus whispered into my ear once most of the people around us had wandered off to mingle with some of the other guests.

I looked at him for the first time this night with a soft smile. "I-I'm fine." I muttered before mumbling something about going out to the balcony and then doing just that.

The cold air was what I needed to calm myself. No one was out on the balcony and I took full advantage of it to let out one soft sigh of pure relief. The mere thought of having those three hundred plus people's eyes staring all at me was beginning to be too much for me to handle.

Slowly, I walked up to the balconies railing and looked out to the twinkling lights of Tokyo. It's absolutely stunning if you've never seen it. Lights here, people walking there, events going on everywhere. It's truly a city of both the day and the night when it comes to partying.

My eyes soon shifted upwards toward the stars high up above. "You guys must have it easy." I mused tiredly. "No worrying, no anxiety, no wanting to crawl under a rock, and no having to speak with new people."

"Is that what's been going through your mind all night?" An all too familiar cold voice spoke up from behind me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I gave Camus a soft smile. "You came after me?"

The sigh the platinum blonde let out was discouraging and I felt myself shrink back slightly. "Of course I did, what gentlemen doesn't go after his date when she runs off without him?"

"I don't know." I laughed dryly as he walked up to stand beside me. "And... I'm sorry I can't be a better date for you." I mumbled the last part at nothing above a whisper.

Camus stared at me for a moment before gently grabbing my hand that's closest to him and holding it between both of his. "You worry too much of what others think." He said, gaining my full attention at this point. "Ignore those peasants, focus solely on me, and forget about everything else. You look stunning in that dress and you're attitude towards all the guests has been superb. There have been nothing but good remarks about you, my date, and you should take pride in knowing that a man such as myself has taken a serious interest in you."

I felt my eyes widen slightly as I blushed and looked away from those suddenly warmer ice blue eyes of his. "You're too kind Camus." I said while looking up to the stars. "Wouldn't you rather have one of those aristocrat girls to be your date than myself?"

"No." Camus immediately answered. "You're the only peasant who I will promote to a higher title."

"And what might that title be?" I asked as I glanced back over to him.

"A title only the girl I love could receive." He said with a soft, genuine smile that made my heart flutter. "The title of The Bravest Girl."