The pair that had just appeared before the layers of beautiful curtained lights were definitely the couple of the night. On one look, everyone knew that they were the unofficial Rave'N 'King' and 'Queen,' even the most confident ones like Bianco.
The young muscular werewolf, who, without any fancy suits or decorations already rivalled Saturday's lethal handsomeness, had styled his white-blonde hair in messy curls and had gotten rid of his various highlights which, paired with his attire, really gave him a "White King" air.
Speaking of his attire, somewhere along the way, he had scrapped the idea of looking like the next American Pop Idol, and opted for a more traditional Western Aristocratic look: he was dressed in a long white suit, in a similar design to Saturday's long back tuxedo (except looking more like an angel than devil).
The white overcoat had one big gold button- with a long gold chain hanging off it going around his back, connecting on the other side, and he had pinned on a big golden pin in the shape of a wing on the collar.
The collar of the coat had four small buttons and there was also an immaculately polished gold button on the end of each of his semi-loose white sleeves.
Inside, he wore a pure white tuxedo-like vest with six light gold buttons matching the colour on his suit and all his decorations. One long chain hung on a vest button to his gold wing pin, and two shorter chains hung from one vest button to the other.
He wore an impossibly crisp white shirt in a vintage style, with a ruffled collar and sleeves- really accentuating his "White Angelic King" air. On his white collar, there was another fancy, antique, intricate light golden chain with a green emerald at its centre, its three layers of chains hanging on his white shirt.
He had on long, pure white trousers that fit his toned legs perfectly and a pair of simple white leather dress shoes completes the look.
Additionally, his light but piercing crystal blue eyes stood out from the white of his hair and outfit and magnified his angelic look.
He was now the official Rave'N 'King' in his fellow student's hearts.
His date, the now official Rave'N 'Queen' in all the student's hearts (yes even fickle Saturday's though he would absolutely never admit it) had not paled one bit to his angelic handsomeness and complete domination of the throne.
Misaki, already the unrivalled and famed school beauty without an ounce of makeup or fancy dress, now shone like an ethereal being- a fully polished diamond, who's shine made all the other girls around her seem like rough concrete. Even if her expression was always blank, and emotionless, it accentuated her appeal. If she did one day smile again, that was truly a sight to behold, but it was not today.
Taylor had never seen anyone so beautiful in her life, and, obviously, neither had Xaviera, who's whole life, never thought anyone could possibly rival her. Both of their eyes were glued on the 'Queen'- unable to tear their eyes away. The girl gracefully strode in, on the arm of her 'King.' Her delicate eyelids were lowered, like a peony yet to bloom.
Her long silky hair and slight bangs were the colour of ravens, and looked as soft as fresh silk. It was loose, two long strands in front of her slim, bare shoulders and the rest were behind her back. Her dainty, perfectly shaped nails were painted with a light pink gradient. Her already long lashes were magnified slightly with the smallest hint of mascara and eyeliner. She had a light baby pink tint on her eyelids, barely visible, but adding just the right touch, some pale blush on her soft cheeks and some light pink lipgloss. Her makeup was light but unbelievably elegant, she just pulled it off effortlessly, what many girls dream of doing with disastrous results.
She had a soft pink veil on her head ending in some black lacy patterns- like the most beautiful bride in the world, and her ears were decorated with small, dangling cherry blossom earrings. She had some hot pink ribbons in her silky black hair, with strings of shining white pearls, complimenting her pearl necklace, with a red diamond in its centre.
But the most breathtaking asset of her attire was the big, blossoming, beautiful ball gown. It could easily pass as a wedding dress, one of the highest quality, and definitely not one that just any "Average Jane" could pull off. It was one of a kind, designed especially for an ethereal 'Queen.'
The gown was grandiose, the only true ball gown on the dance floor, a very traditional Western ball gown, standing out from all the trending party dresses. Strands of hot pink fabric stringed with small pearls hung on her shoulders, not covering them, unbeknownst to innocent Misaki- exposing her sexy, slim, pale shoulders to all those jealous boys who's dates were light years behind Ethan's.
The majority of the ball gown was pure white, to match her 'King's', but it was adorned with the most beautiful and breathtaking asset of hot pink flowers in various sizes. They ran down the edges of the dress, and surrounded her slim, perfectly slender waist.
The inner dress was a pale pink, with hot pink fabric supporting the outer white layer near the bottom, surrounded by the largest of the pink roses and just one line of small pearls.
She had on lacy, almost transparent, handless white gloves, with a rose golden hand chain ring on both of her hands, the exposed part that her lacy sleeves didn't cover. The rose golden chains decorating her delicate, graceful hands had patterns of various flowers, the most prominent being cherry blossoms, and had many elegant earth stones hanging off, like amethysts and rose quartz. These delicate decorations completed her ethereal 'Queen' air.
Beneath the big blossoming ball gown, she had on a pair of delicate hot pink high heels in the same shade as the hottest pink on her elegant dress. The gorgeous pink heels were an asset on their own. There were large hot pink flowers grouped together on the top of the heel, near her small pale ankles and smaller ones going down towards her toes.
The larger flowers had a few long pieces of satin pink ribbon and small gems on thin chains draping down and the sharp edged flowers all had diamonds or small white pearls as centres. The heel supporting the back of the shoe was also specially carved in a delicate design, incorporating small reflective diamonds.
Her dress was by far the most modest of the night- showing off her immaculately slender figure while not exposing any of her curves, but it was by far the most alluring.
Upon opening her mystical light golden eyes, all the boys' hearts were stolen in an instant, and all the girls, who had never batted an eyelash at the quiet little beauty, because despite her devastating beauty, had never once stood out, now put Misaki on the top of their target list.
Many girls had a crush on Ethan. They had once been fine because he was always void of any females by his side, but now...oh how the times have changed! And there was nothing any one of those jealous girls could do about it except be absolutely outshone by this quiet, submissive and ethereal girl.
The now official, Rave'N 'King' and 'Queen' did not look like they belonged in this world. They looked like ethereal angels, paying their humans a visit from heaven.
Ethan, the "Angelic White King" excitedly approached his fuming "Black Devil" roommate, with Misaki's slim arm in his, unlike his unaware 'Queen,' completely revelling in his breathtaking entrance. Everything was perfect. The beauty of his dreams was by his side, on his arm, there was nothing that could ruin this absolutely perfect evening.
"Holy shit man! I love the look!" the White King complimented the Black Devil, who glared scorchingly at the couple in front of him, Misaki delicately lowered her eyelids, slightly obscuring her large golden eyes, and Saturday's heart fluttered. Yes, actually fluttered. The unfamiliar sensation fazed him. It had never happened before but he did not find it unpleasant, like a sweet poison that he just couldn't pull himself out of.
Maybe it was because of how beautifully breathtaking his maid looked. Maybe it was overwhelming jealousy of Ethan's position holding her in his arms. It was certainly something to make the famed stoic Saturday Addam's heart flutter. And it was something that the brooding boy was not planning to let go of. Ever.
His eyelids and long black lashes fluttered down coldly, examining Ethan's attire.
"Interesting choice of date though." Ethan grimaced slightly as he looks around at Taylor who was still mingling with Mr. Thornhill - the normies standing next to the entrance, in a wide empty space which was extremely easy to spot.
Saturday's eyes dart from the normies back into his roommate's crystal blue eyes. "I could say the same." he says emotionlessly. He could feel himself growing pale. With rage? Probably not. It was jealousy. And it was useless.
Ethan looks down into Misaki's shy golden eyes. "It's exactly what it looks like." he smirks, his deep voice sending pleasant shivers down the petite girl's spin. Saturday was sure that his cocky roommate was doing this on purpose. It was in his hot-blooded nature- showing off what belonged to him, even though it was not his intention to hurt others.
"Good, because my maid already has a strike in my book." Saturday says cuttingly his lean arms crossed in front of his broad chest, the edge in his smooth deep voice sharper than any deadly knife.
Misaki shivered and clung more tightly into Ethan's side, which the young werewolf enjoyed immensely. He would protect his 'Queen.'
"Look, Misaki isn't trying to make you jealous. You just didn't take the chances. I always had a thing for her." Ethan says proudly and nonchalantly, lifting his head slightly, making him appear even taller than Saturday. He smirked at his dark roommate. "It's a win win." his light tone didn't hide that darker tone that Saturday realized immediately as the pale, brooding boy was also a frequent user.
The boys stood facing each other. One had a winning smile on his face, the other looked as sour as a lemon and couldn't stop glaring at the happy pair in front of them.
Misaki sensed the usual competitive tension building up between the two proud arrogant boys again and tugged slightly on Ethan's arm to silently tell him to stop. But she didn't have to worry about breaking it up- at that exact boiling point, Saturday, ever-so-conscious of his surroundings, shifted his icy gaze to the tall black student behind his roommate and maid, who was looking around the floor with furrowed brows as he checked his watch.
Ethan's sharp eyes caught Saturday glaring at Lucas.
"Oh...him. It's not what it looks like." Ethan glanced swiftly at the black boy as he reassured his roommate.
"Good, because that pilgrim already has two strikes in my book." Saturday replied icily as he glared daggers at Lucas, his long, lean arms crossed at his broad chest.
"Lucas is just trying to make his ex jealous." the young werewolf smirked.
Lucas approached Ethan's side, with his dark hands in the air.
"Saturday, I come in peace." he says with a big, white toothed smile, with his dark hands raised in the air, looking at Ethan and Misaki from the side of his eye.
Putting aside his feelings for the little golden-eyed beauty, he, like everyone else, couldn't seem to stop looking at them, they were the ultimate work of art, though, he also held the strong belief that if the little, pale skinned, cherry lipped, black haired beauty was on the arm of Saturday, that'd be the couple of the night. She would just be with the Devil instead of the Angel.
Lucas looked uncertainly, but all the same hopefully, between the two boys.
"That's a shame. I brought my pocket mace." Saturday says coldly and dismissively to him, though he was glad the black boy provided some distraction to his boiling feelings. Ethan and Lucas' smile fade immediately.
"The medieval kind." the Black Devil finished sharply, his obsidian eyes glaring piercingly into the black boy. Lucas felt extremely unsettled, this was what Saturday could do to a person even without any sort of action.
The Black Devil turns away from the three of them as the black boy gave a half-grimace, half-glare at his broad back, to which Saturday dismissively ignored, intending to get his drinks and go as far away from his obnoxious roommate and pathetic maid as possible.
Ethan looks down into Misaki's beautiful face and leads her off into the dance floor. The young werewolf couldn't wait to dance with his 'Queen.'
♪ I've been waiting all my life ♪
♪ For someone like you ♪
As the cheery pop music blasts in the background, Saturday's cold, deathly pale gaze sticks unmoving to the punch in front of him as his eyes quickly dart one last time to his maid.
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