Dance With Me - Rantaro x Kaede

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  The time limit hasn't been issued yet and I'll be referring to Rantaro as the Ultimate Adventurer even though he's the Ultimate Survivor. I hope you enjoy!

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  Even the thought of a Killing Game was sickening never mind being told by a stuffed black-and-white bear that you'd have to kill your classmates in order to escape the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles. However, this was exactly the situation that Kaede Akamatsu, the Ultimate Pianist, found herself in. Even if it had only been a few weeks with no one had killing each other, Kaede still felt as if she might snap from the pressure in the air.

  Kaede often confided in Rantaro and Shuichi but the ladder had been getting closer to Kaito, Maki, and Kokichi as the game progressed, leaving only Rantaro to talk to. Even if Rantaro was the only one she could go to, he somehow always made time for the pianist.

  The pair were talking in the courtyard, sitting on the bench facing the fountain. The fountain was new, something Monokuma had just added by request of several students.

  "Yeah, I know what you're talking about." Rantaro nodded, his voice soft and calming which often made her feel better while talking to him.

  "I want to protect everyone, but you could cut the tension with a D-sharp." Kaede said uneasily, twisting her hands together in her lap.

  Rantaro had gotten used to Kaede explaining things with musical references, he found it more of an adorable quirk rather than an actual flaw. The pink themed girl sitting in front of him at unease radiating from her, which was something that almost never happened. The Killing Game must've been getting to her.

  "Don't worry. It's been three weeks and no one's died. Monokuma I'll probably see we're extraneous and let us go." Rantaro attempted to soothe the girl, having done this with his twelve younger sisters.

  "But then Monokuma will get another sixteen students!" Kaede's voice rose slightly, panic beginning to show in her lavender eyes, "I don't want to just save everyone here from Monokuma, I don't want him to ever make another Killing Game."

  Rantaro reached out to grab her hand, using his thumb to rub circles against the top of her hand and giving her a smile. Kaede hesitantly gave a small smile in return, though disquietude still showed in her expression.

  "It'll be okay. This might just be a.. test of some sort." Rantaro said gently, though he didn't seem sure either.

  "Étude op. 10 no. 4 was a crazy piece, I hope it's not as hard as that was." Kaede muttered, blushing as her eyes strayed to where their hands were touching.

  "Hey, I have an idea." Rantaro pulled Kaede up from the bench, beginning to twirl her around in a mixture of the waltz and the foxtrot.

  Kaede giggled, momentarily forgetting about her stress, "What are you doing?"

  "Oh sorry, I forgot." Before Kaede could protest, Rantaro released her and bowed elegantly in front of her.

"May you dance with me?" Rantaro asked with a soft smile.

  Kaede laughed, "Yes."

  Rantaro rose, grabbed her hand, and continued to dance with her. It wasn't a dance that they could put a name to, it was just them feeling the other and dancing without needing to know the steps.

  Somewhere in their dancing, Rantaro had circled an arm around her waist and the other held Kaede's hand, their fingers intertwined. The male dipped Kaede back, making her laugh as he brought his face closer to hers. Kaede's face grew red, thinking the taller would kiss her.

  Rantaro pulled away, and made her twirl under his arm. Of course Rantaro wouldn't do that, he's too formal. Kaede thought with a twinge of disappointment.

  "Thanks, Rantaro. This really helped." Kaede smiled as they separated.

  "No problem."

  "Well, I'd better get going. I promised Angie I'd be her model! And... thanks again." Kaede pecked his cheek as she ran off with a red face.

  Leaving Rantaro smiling after her.

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  I enjoyed that one, it was really cute~! Bye~onara guys!

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