writetomyheart | [Team One] A Chance

I think I just barley made it? I didn't really know what to do, but I took Babybear's advice and did Snowman. Hopefully this turned out OK.

The stranger disappeared. Iwamoto Hikaru had been on his way home from cram school, it had been a chance glance. He had passed by the dance studio every day, never had he stopped to look. Except today was different. Today a beautiful boy with moles speckled across his cheeks was there. The boy danced with such grace, Iwamoto had to stop and watch. Iwamoto was mesmerized by the lithe boy in the window.

Soon the dance ended, and the boy vanished from sight. The spell keeping Iwamoto in place had lost it's hold. Iwamoto looked at his surroundings. The busy street of Tokyo was filled with people, yet not one fascinated him the way the boy in the window had. Iwamoto furrowed his brow, unsure of what to do with his current feelings.

The door to the studio opened, the same boy who had entranced him walked past him. It was like time had slowed down the moment his body was near. Iwamoto's body reacted before he did. Soon he was ten steps behind the stranger. Iwamoto's rational thoughts told him he was being a stalker, and more than a little creepy. The rest of him didn't care though. He followed the short male through a sea of people, down an alley or two. Iwamoto really didn't know where he was by the time the stranger looked around and walked straight up to him.

“Why are you following me?” The stranger demanded, he didn't sound exactly angry per say, more like he was curious and out of other options. His voice was deep, pleasant to Iwamoto's ears.

“Ummm....well. You see-...I” The words refused to come out of his mouth. Iwamoto frowned, the stranger frowned with him. Iwamoto tried some hand movements, but nothing seemed to help the words come out of his mouth. He felt pathetic, unable to convey his thoughts. Though thinking back, Iwamoto wasn't sure what there was that could be said.

The stranger stared at him, it made Iwamoto's face flush pink. He felt vulnerable under the dark brown eye's stare. The stranger's eyes sparkled with amusement at the flush. “I'm Sakuma Daisuke. Can you at least manage to tell me your name?”

Iwamoto's blush grew a darker shade as he stuttered. “I-I-Iwamoto H-Hikaru.” He felt so stupid. Here he was caught by the guy he had been stalking for the last forty minutes, and he couldn't even speak properly.

Sakuma let out a low pleasant chuckle.Like he found this whole thing normal and funny. Iwamoto took a deep breath, and forced his voice to remain even. “I saw you dance. You...You're really good.” He spoke the truth, that was what started all of this.

The look on Sakuma's face said he had not expected that. Sakuma's face was dusted with red. “Thanks, my dad's really against it, so I don't get to go often.” The small smile on Sakuma's lips enticed Iwamoto, he wanted to pay attention to Sakuma's words, but his eyes refused to not get distracted. “He says it's not a thing for a man to do, dancing is just for girls. My mom encourages me though, and has me practice when he is away. I think she likes to defy him.”

Iwamoto wasn't sure what he should say. His eyes could still not look away from Sakuma's lips, the moles on his cheeks, or his big eyes. Sakuma kept his eyes on Iwamoto, curious. After what seemed like a few moments Sakuma looked down to the ground and let out a low sigh.

Sakuma closed the distance between them and stared up at Iwamoto. “If all you are going to do it stare, then you should leave. Other wise act on what you want.” Sakuma's voice was full of challenge.

Iwamoto took a deep breath, his eyes closed as he tried to gain an equilibrium. Taking a chance, Iwamoto leaned down and his lips grazed over Sakuma's in a soft kiss. Sakuma's lips moved back, far less afraid. It stayed innocent, both pulled away after what was only a few seconds.

Their cheeks were both pink as they looked at each other. Iwamoto's stomach let out a gurgle of hunger, the boys both laughed. “Hungry?” Sakuma chuckled out. He offered his hand to Iwamoto, the taller boy stared at the outstretched hand, like it was magically going to do a tap dance if he watched it. Sakuma sighed, grabbed Iwamoto's left hand and began to pull. “Guess there is no helping it.”

Iwamoto let the warmth of the hand holding his seep into his memory. A lot of things had happened very quickly. He knew that a chance encounter like this didn't happen every day.

The alleyway ended, Iwamoto recognized where he was again and grinned. He pulled Sakuma to the right, his hand tightened around Sakuma's in his hand. Maybe destiny wasn't just a bunch of made up stories, maybe it was something that liked to shock you in the most unexpected way.

Babybear2 It's your turn! kimidori_san