Trance

Old habits

by

Numanife

Okay, here's a new story for Mukahi cuz he's cutely small!!!!

OCs 4evah

Her back arched and she flipped, grabbing onto a ring, then flying through the flaming hoop in front of her. The crowd raged and Gakuto nearly fell out of his seat, overwhelmed by the feet of the small ten year old. Her eyes closed as she smiled. She looked like she was truly happy, doing something she loved. she was a tiny person, with the biggest aura of love and happiness. Like there was a twenty year old woman in there, with a new family, a happy one. Her smile was brighter than the glow of the sun. Her lips are devil red, and her skin's the color mocha.

She ran across a balance beam, then jumped onto a thin line, walking for a little bit, cautious of the drop below, then did a back flip, then went on to her hands. Gakuto's heart raced and he smiled, feeling his stomach turn, and fire burned his soul. She was so beautiful, so graceful, as she bowed and went behind the big black curtain. Gakuto watched her leave, her hair bounced and her legs shook a bit.

This is when he knew, he would surely never see her again.

*Mukahi's P.O.V.*

Her hair was shiny and brown, pulled back into a ponytail. Her intelligence reminded me of Yanagi, her will power and control like Atobe, her forms like Hiyoshi, determination of Shishido, and her cute smile like Ootori. She was my age, but I haven't seen her in five years... Not since the circus, where she shined so bright, though, only a small ten year old.

*Evita's P.O.V.*

I stepped around the school, and by the end of the day, my legs shook, unsteadily. My tan skin didn't give me comfort in the burning sun that hung in the sky, and by 2:30 p.m. my legs were ready to give. I tugged my uniform skirt down a bit and I bit my lip, seating myself on a bench. It's been a while, but I remember Tokyo like the back of my hand, and going to the richest school in it didn't help one bit.

"Excuse me, but I've never seen you around, you must be new." I heard an attractive voice let out behind me. I turned my head and saw a silver boy stand tall behind. He was rather beautiful, actually. But old habits die hard.

"Hola senor, como estastu?" I asked then realized I spoke in Spanish, "Lo siento mucho, Er, I-I m..m..mean, Hello, how a..are you?" My voice was shaky and I put the sentences in chunks. I still wasn't completely sure I said it right, but I tried.

He smirked at my foreign nature but responded, "I'm good. And yourself?"

He was quite polite and tolerant of my Spanish roots. "Moi Buen!" Er, I m..mean good," I looked away, blushing at how hard I had to try not to speak in Spanish.

"My name's Atobe. Where are you from?" He spoke slowly, which was made it easier to understand.

"M-My name's Evita Margarita. Cull me Evita. I'm frum S-Spain." He laughed at my obvious mistakes.

"Pleasure, Evita-chan" He smiled, "Your names pretty, what's it mean?"

"My full name means life-giving pearl. " I spoke slowly, making sure I didn't make any more mistakes, though I still had that accent where I make E's sound like A's.

"Well, I must be on my way, goodbye, Evita-chan" He winked, almost like he was expecting me to swoon or faint or something....

I ignored the boys confidence in looks, and tried to stand up again. My legs shook some more and I sat back down. It was no good. I wasn't going anywhere for a while.

*Mukahi's P.O.V.*

Great, I'm going to be late for practice all because of stupid clean up duty.

I turned the corner and saw a small girl, who couldn't be bigger than 4'11''. She looked like she was in pain, and couldn't stand. Oh, what the heck, I'm already late, might as well say I was helping a young girl in pain, and mean it.

I approached her and noticed her trying to standing, her legs shook slightly, then she dropped back down. Poor girl, she's gotta be a new 1st year. Her dark skin told me she was foreign, so she might have an accent, as well. I stood in front of her, "Excuse me, do you need some help?"

She looked up and I froze, her curly hair in pigs tails, devil red lips shaking and purple eyes looking into mine, rimmed with her mocha skin. "Nuh, I got it."

She was obviously Spanish. I knew it from the minute I saw her, she was Evita Margarita. The reason circuses now meant so much to me. Why I sat on the edge of my seat, rewinding my DVD until I was fully satisfied and done watching her grace, which was practically never. The only reason I practice my flexibility until I was like a cat, like her. The only girl on my list of people I care about, even though I never met her. I would look her up on the computer, watched youtube videos on her, dedicated on her very early retirement, even learn Spanish because of her.

She was, is, and always will be the only person I ever felt so strongly for.

YAY Done! Tell me what you think!!!!