I: Dance
By: Ceriadara
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Kon Rei was engaged in a dance.
Some would say that it was more a battle than graceful sweeps of movement across a floor. Others would say that it was more like a war, a fight on a much, much larger scale. Some would say that it was something in which one clawed for sanity. All of the people, no matter their opinions, would, however, agree on one thing: it was deadly.
Rei loved it.
It was, to him, a dance. A complicated one, yes, but it intrigued him and enraptured him to no end. He knew that yes, he may have sometimes ventured into forbidden territory because of the gentle rhythmic movements, but he always ended up with the right steps again. It was intoxicating, enticing him closer and closer until it grabbed at him and refused to let go.
It is common knowledge that most dancing requires another body to dance with, also known as a "partner". Rei was never one for flying solo, and he did not exactly have the most vast selection of candidates to choose from. Still, as far as choices went, his choice of partner was obvious. It was his partner that made the dance so dangerous, so breathtaking, so intoxicating. His partner, his partner's life, everything about him.
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Hiwatari Kai was never particularly good at dancing.
That wasn't to say that he was bad; he was, after all, a Hiwatari, and Hiwataris were not bad at anything save showing emotions. He just held no particular fondness for it.
There were different kinds of dances, he knew. Waltz, foxtrot, tango, merengue, salsa, jigs, even the odd dance that he had once seen Yuiry perform at a nightclub...he knew them all (save the last one, for it looked a bit too...intimate for the aloof Hiwatari Kai) and he knew them by heart. But this dance...this one particular dance that he found himself drawn into was not a dance he could simply perform by shuffling his feet in a certain pattern. No, this dance was far more precise and delicate an operation.
It was...not exactly a dance, per se. Avoidance yet acceptance, annoyance yet slight friendliness, stolen smiles and quiet walks, gentle conversation where one word spoke enough for them both, them being him and his...his partner.
Yes.
That was a good word.
Partner.
But still...when it came right down to it...friend was better...
But lover...was the all-around best.
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A/N O.o No idea where this came from, so don't even ask. I know that I should be at least trying to update, so please forgive me. This is just where I'll go when the evil plot bunnies won't stop besieging my mind, so there may be anything from drabbles to (attempted) tearjerkers to crackfics in here. Be prepared for anything...-hums the Cardcaptors theme song- Dammit.
Review, please!
- Ceriadara