My Yakuza Boyfriend's

Chapter 4 - Waltz's

Grandma laughed as I told her about my participation in the drama. I almost disconnected the phone because Grandma's laughter sounded so jubilant. How can I be named Cinderella? And why does my prince have to be Seiji's handsome? I've been lazy dealing with Koizumi. That girl will definitely not remain silent anymore.

Many times I sighed while practicing drama. Seiji seemed to be seriously memorizing the scenario, whereas I had no intention of reading it. Taguchi-sensei watched us all. His tall slender stature was very striking between us. Black hair model spike. Wearing a shirt and trousers makes him look like a prince.

Taguchi-sensei is my favorite teacher. The 35-year-old teaches art lessons. I love how to teach him fun. Maybe I'm starting to dislike her because of this Cinderella drama. In fact, he said this drama will be staged in the hall, which is in front of all school residents in order to welcome Christmas. I've never acted before. If I had to be watched by that many people, maybe I'd throw up first. Just thinking about it has made my stomach break.

"Look! What are you doing!" taguchi-sensei.

I gasped and realized that we were all still inside the hall for rehearsal. "Yes?" I was like a fool.

Taguchi-sensei clucked in annoyance, then walked up to me. "What are you thinking?" The flickering of my forehead while saying, "Concentrate! Start from the beginning!"

It was exhausting today. We trained for 2 hours. Tora couldn't pick me up because she was busy. He said his Kumicho would come to Freeze tonight, and he and his 'brothers' had to prepare everything so that Kumicho would be satisfied with the work of his men. So, I went home alone. On the way by train, I read Cinderella's scenario because no friends were chatting. Unknowingly, I was already on the last page. Interesting story too. And I'm glad Koizumi didn't join the drama because she would have wanted to torture me through the role of Cinderella's half-brother.

The most difficult part was the dance scene. I could not and never danced. But what astonished us all was Taguchi-sensei. That charming guy can really dance. His body movements are very flexible. It was as if he was floating on the dance floor while performing a dance move. The song used is a waltz. The habit of stepping on the feet of a dance partner, I just experienced it now. Seiji quickly understood Taguchi-sensei's briefing and in the end I was told to practice alone at home because Seiji was in a row every time I made the same mistake. I find it hard to turn around steadily. We have been training for a week. I think I should practice my balance first.

Like a fool, I circled around alone inside my apartment and almost fell down as my phone rang. I took that thing off the dining table. Tora.

"Hello," I said.

"Tomomi, do you have time?" tanyakanya.

"Yes. What's up?"

"I just want to take a walk. Want to accompany me?" Tora's voice sounded cheerful.

"You're off?"

"Yes. I'm picking you up now." Phone disconnected by Tora.

"I haven't said 'okay'," I murmured.

Tora's taking me to a sushi restaurant. How coincidental! Dance practice makes me hungry. We eat with gourmand. I just saw Tora's appetite like this. Usually he only ate enough, but now it was as if he had a spare stomach. I watched the sushi go into his mouth between his mustache and his thick beard. He just smiled at me who was staring at him.

"Your gaze's up?" I asked her out of curiosity.

The man nodded once, then laughed crisply.

"Congratulations!" my words are happy. I punched his upper arm and it made me feel pain. Tora's arm muscles are hard. My hand is like punching a wall. Behind her ever-closed clothes, what was her body shape like? I wondered until at last I was the one who had strange thoughts in my head.

"What were you doing?" ask Tora.

"Oh.I'm dancing, I'm embarrassed.

"There's a party?"

"No. It's for drama. I'm Cinderella."

"Eeeeeeeh? You're the lead! That's great!" he shouted while widening his eyes.

"It's heavy!" my reply. "I can't dance."

"Hmmm, my friend, Makoto, learned to dance and I'm sure he'll teach you. But do you want to too? He's like me, too, if you know what I mean."

I know what Tora means, that her friend is a Yakuza like her. "I've been friends with a Yakuza. Why should I refuse" I said.

Tonight too, Tora took me to the friend's house she was referring to. His residence was in an elite residential area, and the houses there were more like a mansion. Makoto's house is located at the end of the alley, the only one with pink paint. From the outside it looks great. It seems like Makoto likes gardening, because I can find a variety of plants in her yard. White lights illuminate the flowers that bloom in the garden. Real pretty. Doesn't show that the person who lives here is the Yakuza.

Tora called out Makoto's name and pressed the bell, but there was no word from within. Makoto called him on his cell phone. Makoto is out. He told Tora his alarm code, so we could both wait inside.

We went into Makoto's house. Darkness enveloped us as the door behind us closed. Tora searched the light switch and found it on the right wall. He pressed it down and immediately the living room light came on.

"Yeahahoo!" I screamed loudly as I saw the ghostly face flying near the ceiling. I closed my face with both hands. My hair stands all. My sweat immediately came out through my pores. My heart is working hard too.

"You why?" tora panicked. I can feel his palm holding my shoulder.

"There's ghosts! Ituu!" I pointed up while keeping my eyes closed tight.

"Which one?"

"The one with fangs and horns!" I was annoyed because Tora still did not understand.

Tora just shut up. I called her name, but she remained silent. Has he been eaten by a ghost? I took 3 steps back. My back hit the door and I screamed again. Where is Tora? Wasn't he just behind me? I tried to open the door to escape, but it couldn't be opened.

For 10 seconds, nothing happened. I'm still breathing. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the marble floor with Tora's legs and my feet. I widened my gaze, then straightened my head. "Yahoooo!" I shouted again as soon as I saw the ghost's face right in front of me. Her skin is pale white. His fangs were so long that they passed his blood-red lower lip. The pair of curved horns on his head looked sharp. And my eyes could not move away from those dark black ghost eyes, as if I had been sucked into the darkness. Tora was eaten. No one else can help me. I shouldn't have gone with him to this haunted mansion.

"Tomomi..," call the ghost.

"Eh? You even know my name!"

"It's me" he said, removing his own face. The face of Tora.

"You!" I cried while pushing the impostor's shoulder.

Tora laughed out loud until she held her stomach. He also pointed at my face with amusement. How insolent.

"You scared me! Stupidhead! What do you think I am? Huh uh?" namelku.

"However... Enough already! Don't laugh at me again! Stupid cat!"

"I thought I was a tiger" said Tora. He was already calmer after sighing so many times. "Hey, your glasses are dewy. You must be so scared."

"It's all because of you!" I pointed at his pointy nose while pouting.

Tora did not respond to my words, but instead took off my glasses, so my vision became a little blurry, but I could catch that Tora was cleaning my glasses. "Here," he said as he returned my glasses.

I wore it again and my vision was clear for a moment. I saw Tora pocketing her handkerchief. "Thank you" I said. I looked around. "The house is huge!" And clean. The marble floor was cold on my feet. Makoto's classic-style house is very beautiful with chandeliers in a spacious living room.

"We just wait for him here" Tora said referring to the living room sofa.

Sofas surround a knee-high coffee table made of glass. Tora and I sat across. Since there were no activities to do, we read the newspaper that happened to be on the table.

I heard the engine outside. That must be Makoto. Tora and I returned the sheets of the newspaper we read, then came out to greet Makoto. "Eh? I just found out that Makoto is a girl" I muttered, wondering how old she was.

"I'm sorry, I was late because there was a problem with the other financial staff" Makoto said as he walked over to us. His voice was sweet, though he sounded tired. Her hair was neatly tucked, revealing her beautiful nape as she lowered her head up the steps on the porch. His slim body wrapped in a long coat is not buttoned light brown which matches his white skin color. His legs are long and thin, yet look muscular. I can see him because he's wearing shorts. "Hi, my name is Makoto Aya" he said as he reached out to shake. He smiled widely. Real pretty. The type of neesan I like.

"Nurse Tomomi. Greetings, Makoto-neesan," I welcomed her hand and lowered my head, also returning her smile.

"Neesan?" Makoto looked surprised. It was Tora who was standing next to me.

"Can't it?" ask awkward.

Makoto laughs. "certainly could. Come on in," he asked. "I hope you don't mind if I change first."

"No," I said. "How old is he?" I whispered to Tora after Makoto went up to the 2nd floor.

"Aged with me," Tora replied, also whispering.

"It's so pretty of her."

Tora nodded. "The main task is to kill people."

"Eh?" In that instant, I was horrified. Behind the long coat worn by Makoto, it might be stored a gun. Or there is actually a special room to store weapons in this house, a kind of arsenal like the ones in the movies.

"I lied," Tora held back a laugh.

"You are!" I pulled Tora's beard and she complained of pain.

Makoto came down wearing a more casual outfit, but her shorts were still the same. "I'll play the song first. Usually a waltz uses three-quarter beats, so wearing any song will be the same," he said as he walked quickly to a CD rack in the living room. The collection is so many that one closet is full. He chose one of them.

There was a smooth waltz music. I stood under the chandelier, preparing to receive a lesson from him. First of all, Makoto gave directions on where the waltz dance came from, namely from Vienna. Increasingly, waltzes are popular in America. "Originally, this dance is performed by both men and women. I'll be the man" Makoto continued.

The beautiful woman taught me from the most basic things like stepping in the shape of a box all the way to the beautiful round step. Makoto doesn't mind if I step on her feet a lot because I forget which foot I should be putting on. But the longer, the less it goes. I got used to the basic steps. Sorry, Taguchi-sensei, but I understand Makoto's explanation better.

"My hand is not up" I said as I held Makoto's hand, which exemplified a spinning motion. Makoto was taller than me, so the length of my arm didn't reach far above his head.

"Then...Tora, come here," he called Tora who had just seen, then turned back to me. "Watch carefully. You also need to keep your balance. Especially later you have to wear high heels," he said.

Makoto told Tora to step to the left and hold her hand as she turned. What a beautiful movement. After that, they stepped half a box. It turned out that Tora also stepped on Makoto's foot, then they laughed. They are like a couple. Fits great.

"Oh! And, Tomomi, you'd better wear contact lenses. Cinderella doesn't have glasses, right?" makoto Suan.

"Eh? Oh.yes," I nodded slowly, breaking my daydream.

"You okay?" makoto asked confused at the change in my attitude. After I reassured her with a nod and a smile, she continued her dance with Tora.

I tried to focus, get rid of the unpleasant thoughts, until we ended the lesson because, according to Makoto, I could. But still I still remember when Tora and Makoto danced. They're both really compact even though Tora's as stupid as I am. Makoto is a good teacher. He explained slowly so that I could catch and understand everything. I'm so grateful for that. Maybe I'm too weird to think of both of them.

"What's wrong?" tora asked when she drove me home in her car. "It's not usually that you stay quiet. Are you tired?"

"Yes, a little bit" I answered honestly.

Tora increased the speed of her car to get there quickly. He even got out of the car and drove me to the front door of my apartment. After saying thank you, I closed the door and immediately threw myself on the bed.

Makoto and Tora. They are both very compatible. It was nice to see them, but there was a feeling that made me dislike, unwilling. I am not Tora, Makoto is one of her best friends who is also Yakuza. I've certainly lost status to him. Makoto knew Tora earlier than I did. The beautiful woman has known everything about Tora even though Tora is still fairly new to the Yakuza world.

"Why am I comparing myself to him?" mumbling alone. For a moment, I was silent without thinking anything, staring at the slightly mossy ceiling of my room in his corner. "I'd better take a shower."

Cinderella's show is only a matter of days. They, especially Seiji, were amazed at my progress in dancing. I no longer step on his feet. The waltz lesson from Makoto helped me a lot. Makoto said she would be ready to teach me a harder step if I was interested. Of course I refused. I was quite humiliated in this drama.

I, who already had an inkling, was finally invited to the back garden of the school building by Koizumi. I accepted his invitation because he was alone, not with his two heroes. It turned out that he had begged Taguchi-sensei to participate in this drama. He eventually landed the role of Cinderella's half-brother. So, he specifically invited me to the park just to report on that. He looked so happy that he laughed cunningly. Well, there's all the scenarios. There's no way he's gonna torture me sadistically. I will not be silent to face it either. I'm all set.

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