Story Title: Ghostly Waltz
Pairing: Kira x Lacus
Rating: K+ - T
Genre & Type: Physiological / Romance / One shot
“Do you believe in ghosts? I do. This happened to a friend of my brother’s who was called Kira. He left- so we’ve never seen him since then.”
Kira was extraordinarily quiet. Every time he entered a room, sure, people would wave to him, and say hello, but not much apart from that. And Kira didn’t care. Plain and simple. He never liked the limelight on him, unlike some of his classmates.
So Kira went on his way quietly, until the thing that would change his life- and beliefs not very dramatically came.
It came in the form of a brightly patterned, and glittery invitation stuck into his locker, proclaiming ‘You are invited to the senior winter prom.’ Kira picked up the invitation rather gingerly with two fingers, with a little bit of dread and an endless amount of anticipation bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
He had never dated, nor liked a girl. And Kira had thought that he never would. Maybe this prom was a good chance for him to get to know the opposite gender better.
As the day of the prom rolled around, Kira grew more and more nervous and jumpy. His mother Caridad, getting tired of her son walking up and down frantically, bothering her about the most trivial of things, “Mom, is my hair perfect?” “Mom, where’s my tie?” promptly kicked him out of the house without any ado.
Kira drove to his high school in his old Ford. It was ancient- but he liked it. It had character. He parked it in its usual spot, and got out. His stomach immediately began to feel queasy, and Kira gulped. He summoned up all his courage, and began the short walk to the hall.
As he entered the hall, Kira looked around. The girls were clad in stunning colours, looking like vibrant and bright flowers, while the black-suited guys mingled with them. Kira went to get a cup of punch to steady his nerves, and he leant against the wall, being careful not to spill his punch.
As he leant against the wall, his eyes locked with another pair. Kira almost dropped his cup, but luck was on his side. He managed to catch it, and he looked up again. His questing eyes found the person who had stared at him with such intensity.
She was an pretty, but not overly stunning girl, and she was standing quietly in the corner, not bothering anyone, but not seeming to have friends. She smiled a little sadly at Kira, and turned away looking lonely.
Kira felt like she needed cheering up. He swallowed, and walked over to her. She looked at him enquiringly. He stuttered, “W-would you like t-to dance with me?” Kira felt a blush spreading out on his face. He never ever stuttered. Never.
A smile lit up her features, and he felt his breath being taken away. She was absolutely ravishing when she smiled. “I would…?” she said, trailing off.
“Kira. Kira Yamato.” Kira said, setting down his undrunk punch. “And you are?” he added, when she did not offer her name. He stuck out an arm, for a slow song- much like a waltz had begun.
“Oh, I’m Lacus. Lacus Clyne.” Lacus said, smiling quietly, and taking his arm. They joined the mass and began to dance slowly, enjoying the music. Lacus felt as light as a feather in his arms, mused Kira.
After they had been dancing for a while, Lacus began to look dizzy. Kira looked at her, and asked concerned, “Would you like to go out?” She nodded in affirmation, and they walked out together, Kira leading Lacus.
As they got out of the stuffy hall, and the cool winter air hit them, Lacus instantly shivered. Kira, being the considerate guy he was, offered her his jacket. She took it, with thanks.
Kira stared at Lacus, taking in her features, the big lavender eyes, straight nose, and translucent skin. It made her look like an ethereal being- something not of this world. Like a ghost.
As the dance ended, Kira asked Lacus if she would like him to drive her home. She agreed, with a “Thanks, you’re doing so much for me.” Kira bushed, and led her to his car. He expected her to be shocked at the state of the car, but all she said was “This is beautiful! Is it a Ford?” Once again, Lacus had floored Kira completely.
They got into the car, and Kira drove Lacus to her house, being given directions. They pulled up next to a tidy, prim and respectful-looking house, and Kira stopped the car. He stared at Lacus, unsure what to do. Lacus stared back, and smiled shyly.
Kira said, “You can keep the jacket- if you want.” adding the last part hesitatingly. Lacus pulled the jacket around her petite frame, and nodded. “Come by tomorrow- I’ll have it washed for you. I promise to return it, no matter what.” she said, getting out of the car gracefully.
Kira walked Lacus to her front door, and stood there. “Um, well… I guess this is bye.” he said, scratching the back of his head. Lacus nodded, and added, “Until tomorrow.” Kira nodded, and tuned to walk back to his car. He turned, and looked back at the house. ‘Lacus’s gone, she’s probably slipped in quietly, while I was walking to my car.’ he thought.
As the next day came around, Kira pulled up to Lacus’s house. He got out. All of a sudden, as he stared disbelievingly at the house, Kira felt his jaw drop- almost.
The prim and proper house of yesterday night was gone. In it’s place was a ramshackle, and run-down house. Everything was worn away, and ancient.
Kira wandered up to the house in a shocked daze. He was about to open the rusting iron-wrought gate, before an old voice shouted out cracked with age, “Young man!”
Mike whipped around to see an old lady bent almost double, with pure snowy white hair pulled into a neat bun. The lady had sharp eyes that darted everywhere. She cackled, “Are you looking for someone laddie?” Mike nodded. “Lacus. Lacus Clyne.” he replied.
“The Clyne girl? Young man, you must be delirious.” She said, shaking her head.
Kira felt a ball of fear slowly growing, and tightening. “What?” he asked slowly.
“The whole Clyne family’s dead. Died in a fire eighty years ago. I was a young ‘un then, but I remember Lacus. She was stunning indeed.” The lady said, studying Kira’s face, as it went through too many emotions for one to try and figure out.
“N-no.” Kira stuttered, shocked to the core. “Yes.” the lady insisted. “That house remains there was a homage to them- the Clyne family.”
Kira drove straight home after the shocking revelation. It was amazing he made it home, so shocked he was. As he stumbled up the stairs, his mother shot him a worried look.
Kira entered his bedroom, and collapsed on his bed. As he did so, his face pressed into something hard, but pliable. Kira sat up slowly, and studied the item. His eyes widened, his brain racing at a hundred miles an hour.
It was his jacket. The very same one he had lent to Lacus, and last seen with her was sitting on his bed, folded neatly, and freshly washed.
Did Kira ever find out how it happened? He never did, and I can say with certainty that he won’t. The old Clyne house remains on the edges of town, blackened and burnt.
/END
