A/N: I've been developing this for a few weeks. I should really get to writing "For the God Whom I Hate So Much".

Artwork from Priintaniere .

Lena The Ballerina:

The One Who is to be Her 'Rino

Allen Walker room's a garage that has walls poorly repainted over as jam red with nothing occupying his space especially in the centre excluding himself and the matching red rug. All his furniture pushed up against the gross walls he came to tolerate. The largest thing in his room being his bed which wasn't really so as it could easily have been folded up against the wall leaving him plenty of space—again in the centre—for whatever really. That whatever really being his dancing space, previously being used for nothing really. Allen positioning his arms and feet in first position: elbows at either side of his belly button, arms formed in a circular shape. His hands relaxed and fingers straight with his thumbs folded into his palms, and feet shaped similar to a V with his heels touching. He bent his knees, proceeding to demi-plie.

Feeling lightheaded however, Allen straightened his knees then walked over to his sofa and sat. Spreading his legs while leaning back against the worn out backing of two years that he was lucky to keep from falling apart till this day. Allen for once not complaining to himself about the fact that Cross was a cheapskate that used as little money as he could in spite of the fact that he could be considered rich regarding the area of New York they lived in.

It being quite possible for them to move out of the trashy area of New York they lived in.

With his hands over his face, he didn't bother to remove them as he was too agitated to look up and see either Cross or Kanda at his garage door again for the fifth time this week lecturing him on his forced ballet lessons. The art he didn't really care about but now loathed.

If it weren't for the reward of him practicing ballet so well that he even could've been accepted into some prestigious dance studio, he'd be sitting on the same couch he was on now and binge watching YouTube videos. Reading up on books for extra credit too as he would miss so much important information due to being late to class most of the time.

The fact that the garage door opened for the fifth time in a row since he moved into the garage, it was all the more clear why he didn't bother to put stuff back against the door the third time. Originally not meant to be opened ever again.

"Oi, you're not even going to look to see who it is, moyashi? How careless of you. More careless than you leaving the garage door unlocked." Kanda chided, irritated as usual just by the sight of him.

"Again, we've only known each other for six days yet you're calling me by a pet name. Which I don't even know the meaning of." He looked up at him finally. "Kanda's got a crush, huh?"

"You disgust me. I'd never think of you as anything else but trash." Kanda scoffed.

"Whatever." He dismissed, removing his back from the couch. He rested his forearms on his knees, wrenching his hands as he gazed up at Kanda. "So what am I going to learn now?"

"Not much to learn for you. You're surprisingly a quick learner and I've taught you all that I know from my time there. To be honest, I think Anita's going to be more than impressed by you since I after all taught you this shit. A few more practices of the moves for today and then all you'll have to do is rest for tomorrow in order not to fuck everything up." He informed, gesturing for him to get up.

Allen lifted himself up fully from the couch then with a sigh. Telling himself that—finding comfort even in the beauty of knowing that—everything he learned from the past few days would all be for naught and that he finally could go back to being a normal, heterosexual young male.

Kanda began reviewing everything he's taught him. The basics essentially, some moves that he made up and demanded Allen to copy for his audition since he gave no creativity to even the sport's most basic motions, and finally how to pirouette not only two but three times.

Pirouetting being Allen's favourite thing to do. Him being surprised at having a favourite at the art he was sure he hated.

"Do you think you could go for a fourth spin?" Asked Kanda, somewhat rhetorically. Analyzing how well he spun, how he continued keeping his balance enough to strike different, attractive poses each pirouette.

"I guess."

Kanda shook his head. "No, you don't guess. You know. You should know. You can do it."

"Okay," he complied, neutral like.

He swung his foot back with his arms in first position but them raised higher up his abdomen and spun himself with enough force to swing his whole body around.

Around and around and around and around he went.

His leg swinging this time behind him with the front of his foot rested upon the floor, bending his knee positioned in front of him as he immediately raised his arms to the sides of his head outreaching above it. Fingers curling elegantly as he presented his finishing move.

Kanda almost would've clapped but clenched his hands instead. Bringing his fist to his mouth and coughing. "Pretty good, moyashi."

"My name is Allen and thanks," he said with pride and a smirk.

"We should add that at the end. As a matter of fact, let's go through the choreography once more." Kanda instructed, eliciting a groan from Allen.

A period of time passed then, Kanda was getting his stuff ready for leaving.

Allen turned on his television and coincidentally, an advertisement for Anita Zhang's dance studio was being broadcasted for what felt like the hundredth time to him. Only though because of his recent hatred for all things ballet. Anita's studio being the studio that his master specifically told him to apply for, to take up ballet for in the first place. All just for some woman, whom he practically paid more than the house by now for even though they hadn't even went on a date yet.

That was when he was reminded as well of the fact that Kanda studied at her studio too, with someone named Adam or something that his master randomly mentioned. He looked over his shoulder, actually twisting his torso about-face to see Kanda just about ready to walk out his room. "Kanda," he started, making him stop to scoff and face him. "You were in Anita's ballet studio, that's the only reason why I trusted you to teach me ballet, yeah? Since that's some prestigious place and you came from it."

That really bringing attention to Allen how much money Cross was spending. Cross obviously valuing the warmth of a female more than his own body keeping the warmth it already had instead. Much, much more less so his.

Kanda didn't bother to give him an answer as he already answered him the first time they met. He simply rolled his eyes and was beginning to walk home free from the brat he wanted nothing else to do with but his next questions swung a stop sign to his legs.

"Who was Adam? I mean Alma. Yeah. Alma, I mean. Who was he? Your friend?" Allen queried. "Your boyfriend?" He began joking, laughing quietly at his own little tease.

The booming sound of Kanda's hostile voice brought Allen out of his comfortable mood, "it's none of your fucking business, moyashi! Keep to yourself, because we're not fucking friends and we'll never be as so! Fuck you! I'm glad we're finally finished this shit!"

Then he left.

Leaving Allen hoping that the rest of the money Cross spent wasn't a bipolar waste.

A/N: I'd think that ignorant people would think less of a male when they're involved in something as "feminine" as ballet. I guess their laughs get caught in their throats when they realise how beneficial it is to someone to participate in such a difficult and painful sport though. Have you seen their bods too? Hot damn. All that serious effort doesn't go to waste in the end.
*A male ballet dancer is called a ballerino.*

Allen's kind of ignorant in this. That's what character development's for though!