Those 3 Little Words || Hika & Chelvaric || Private Ball

Hikari Shirokawa

The evening was beautiful — the radiant vermilion coloured sun perfectly lined along the horizon of the bay, the sky clear of puffy, creamy clouds as the neon rays of the sun displayed outspread across the vast sky. A perfect day for a lovely ball, the girl thought, scarlet eyes trailed above to the endless sky, fascinated by the exquisite sight of a fine evening. Up 2,000 meters floating in the air, the Sabertooth mage was able to receive a picturesque sight above the clouds. A sigh left her lips; in content, before she twisted her body where a red cocktail dress laid sprawled across her comfy bed. With a few hours remaining until the Holy Ball begins, the girl begun to dress herself up to meet no other than her boyfriend — Pein. Wondering how her boyfriend would look caused a smile to form on the pink line of her cupid-bow lips, her eyes pensive and dazed. Applying just a bit of makeup, Hika smoothly slipped into her scarlet dress, which matched to the colour of her bright orbs. Her cheeks puffed out, the girl twiddled with her pale fingers, anxious to what was about to come in a couple of minutes. Before she left her room for the ball, the young girl would secure her wrists with a couple of jewellery, a single gold chain wrapped around her slim neck accompanied by a golden pendant in a shape of bunny; a present Pein had handed over to her during a job they were on.

The sound of her heels clacking against the marbled floor echoed throughout the silent hallway, an invitation firmly held between her fingers. Although it was unnecessary for her bring the invitation, she decided to do so anyways, just in case. Curious eyes darted around the corner of the place, searching for people before the guards standing tall at the entrance greeted her. ”Welcome, Miss Hikari. I hope you enjoy your night.” With a slight bow, the girl gave her thanks to the guards before she entered the hall where the ball was held. The second she stepped into the ballroom, the cerulean haired girl was immediately enticed by the beauty of the lights and the decorations adorned around the hall. Unable to help herself, an awestruck gasp left her lips as her ruby hues skimmed around the place which was apparently crowded with lots of people from literally everywhere, possibly every legal guild in Fiore. Familiar faces as well as unfamiliar ones, the girl would aimlessly stride into the ballroom, eyes searching for her only partner. Sapphire hair neatly clasped together with a small clip along the centre of her hair in its unheld state, she twirled her azure locks with her index finger curling it at its ends, nervously.

A tall figure attracted her attention and instantly, her ruby irises lit up in excitement as the name of the man escaped from her lips, ”Pein!” Lifting up her cocktail dress slightly, she would run up to him, a huge Cheshire grin stretched out wide across her lips while she was mesmerised by how striking Pein looked in a black tuxedo.