A/N: This is from Katsuya's POV, talking to Tohru. Spoilers for volume 16. Enjoy the oneshot!

Two Step My Darling

I never got to see my little girl grow. Surely I meant to, but my darling, my darling — death spares no one. I never got to see you dance on your own. I never got to see your hair grown longer, your face grown older. My little girl, I hate this. I feel free to say it. I hate this. Because I know loneliness. Because I cannot see you sway to your own beat, bare toes thudding on the floor, hands spread wide, waiting, hoping for a partner in this dance.

I hate this. I cannot touch your desperate fingers, and swing you in my arms. So you hide in your room and dance alone.

I can try to picture you — five years, ten years, twenty... long brown hair that swishes about your waist and that kindly stubborn, stubbornly kind smile.

You speak like me; don't worry my dear, we love you. You are mydaughter. No one else's. Mine, all mine. With you, I am selfish. Don't forget I love you, special one. My daughter, you were the only person I loved as soon as I saw you. Even your mother took minutes. God, my father took what? Nearly twenty years...?

I don't need to say "Love," because you do. I don't need to say "Live," because you are. But maybe I must... I suppose I will; this bit of fatherly advice.

I grudgingly, grudgingly do admit — mind, this is hard — since I am not there, please, my darling, find a partner; you don't have to dance alone.

A/N: What do you think of this style? It was fun; I nearly turned it into a poem. Don't forget to review, please!!! (flames welcome)