Birthday... uh, present to TF-chan. Drabble-ish, I suppose; it's a bit too long to be a drabble. , Regardless, I hope you, ah, like them. -- Happy Birthday! (or, in tagalog: maligayang ka-arawan!)

I. Monday: Cloudy Sky

The school roof was off-limits to all students, no exceptions. To enforce that rule, an alarm system was installed at the door that opened to it, accompanied by a system of security cameras that kept watch over the door and the roof. At least, that's what every student thought; nearly every student, that is.

She knew otherwise.

It was important to follow the rules and observe policies, but Anzu was no stranger to breaking them. Granted, she was a good student, a good girl, a good person with good morals-- but sticking rigidly to the rules was no way to live life. She stuck to them, of course, but not religiously. Case-in-point: When it came to, Anzu was not afraid to exert violence on an offending person. Self-defense and all that.

But sneaking to the roof? Well, everyone had the right to the pursuit of happiness...

And the sky was looking particularly welcoming… enticing, even.

Dabs of white brushed the blue sky, moving at a seemingly slow pace westward. The faint sun shone through gaps in the clouds. Standing several feet away from the fence of the roof, Anzu gazed upwards thoughtfully. The five-day forecast predicted clear to cloudy skies, with soft winds and a chance of light showers. Hmm. Hopefully the sky wouldn't decide to break that day. She hadn't thought to bring an umbrella.

Blue eyes darted around, eyeing their surroundings. Seeing no one, Anzu inhaled happily and bent forward, exhaling, and touched the ground with flat palms. The steps to a possible dance had manifested throughout the morning, and her normally cheerful face was overflowing with eagerness. She went over them intently, then realized that her feet had already positioned themselves.

She giggled, and began to hum. Hips swung slightly, and the beat soon traveled throughout her lithe body, moving her swaying arms and feet to a buoyant rhythm. Her movements became fluid as she acquainted herself with the choreography, attempting to integrate them into one seamless step. It was fun, it was addictive, it was a challenge, especially when she realized that certain parts were abit difficult to pull off. But she wanted them, so she practiced until she got it adequately enough. Her feet jumped and slid over the roof, as her arms waved and hands spread in the air, going through several actions repeatedly.

Adrenaline pumped through her blood as she worked up a light sweat. Brown hair flew around like a short curtain, as several strands stuck to her forehead, her cheeks, to the nape of her neck.

Step, step, swing.

Swing, twirl, hop-slide.

Her face was set in concentration, and her eyes were shining happily. It was slowly coming together: the order, the rhythm, the flow. So absorbed with her dance, Anzu barely heard the bell signaling the end of lunch. A regretful sigh escaped her, but wait, tomorrow she could come--

Slam! --hurried steps-- gasp. "Mazaki Anzu-- What are you doing up here? Detention!"

back…

.: My heart's desire is to dance to my heart's content :.

…Whoo. Subconscious symbolism. ...PS- I disclaim.

Next :. II. Tuesday: Light Drizzles

...it'll take a bit of time to get the next one up. It's a miracle I even managed this one.