Prompt. "Did you just_?" Pt1 of a Ballet AU ficlet. Any posted after this might not link up directly. the next 2 will be after this but any following will but scattered throughout. Just look for the fics name.

"Did you just attempt conversation?! ARE YOU AN IDIOT?! WAS THAT EVEN JAPANESE?!" Inuyasha scolded himself, sitting on the bench in the staffs locker room. Shaking his head, allowing his snowy white hair to tickle his nose with its tips, he closed his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his face. The hanyou recalled the event that occurred not ten minutes prior..

"Did that idiot, Miroku forget the music again? He knows he's supposed ta turn everything off once the class leaves.. the slacker.." Inuyasha mumbled, pushing his floor waxer toward the large ballet studio at the far end of the building. The music that was being played was incredibly soft but that didnt mean that it would get past his inu-hanyou hearing. As he got closer, Inuyasha heard the unmistakable soft thumping of a ballerina's pointe shoes as the wearer practiced their routine. The man slowed, pushing the waxer to rest beside the door as he peaked in.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw who it was. Kagome Higurashi was a 24 year old instructor and also a 4 time Japan Grand Prix gold medalist and a 2 time Bari Ballet Competition gold medalist in Italy. Her other medals and awards decorated the shelves around the top of the glass-covered room. His face fell momentarily as he remembered what had brought her here. She had to retire her competitive career two years ago when she was in a devastating car accident that took the lives of her coach, her mother and little brother and broke both of her legs and crushed one of her hips. She had taken a year to recover and re-learn to walk and even how to dance again.

It had amazed him every time he saw her instruct the classes, but he had never seen her dance except for on the video she showed her classes on technique. He had even googled her a few times. But now, he watched as she bent her knees low and propelled herself vertical, her feet en pointe as they did a quick cabriole en bas. Her arms were positioned low on her frame, her delicate hands cupped gently for a higher difficulty in balance. Her feet moved quickly in succession as she then came down to land gracefully with bent knee. Her black leggings and tank top were off set by the sheer white ballet blanc tied in a knot at her hip that fell just at mid thigh.

Inuyasha winced as he heard her hip pop upon landing, knowing she must be in pain. His eyes traveled up her frame in the mirror in front of them and he noticed her eyes were closed, pink lips parted slightly and cheeks flushed from exertion. Her beautiful raven black hair was tied up into a high bun that was now a stringy mess that framed her delicate jaw. He looked at her legs again and let out a small sigh as he noted the thick scars across her shins from the metal framing used to connect the bolts in her leg. He had been working at this studio as a maintenance man for 4 years now, and he remembered the day she came back vividly.

She had been in a wheel chair at the time, the thick medal frames bolted to her paled skin. It had been the first time that the owner of the studio had seen her since the accident. He remembered as Sango had fallen to her knees in front of her life long friend and cried with her. It had been tough for Inuyasha to watch, as he had been in the lobby, repairing a broken bulb when Kagome had been wheeled in.

Now he watched as her brow furrowed in determination and she attempted an allonged arabesque. Her entire weight balanced on the toes of her left foot as she bent in half slowly, her right arm gently reaching out in front of her as if to take someones hand while the other spread outwards, the fingers dangling gently. Her right leg remained board straight as it gently rose to point directly behind her in the most graceful arabesque he had seen since coming here. He must have made a noise when he heard her breathing hitch as her hip began to lock because her eyes bolted open.

There they stood, looking into one anothers eyes through the reflection of the mirrored wall. Her eyes a stormy grey blue that, to him, held far too much wisdom and experience. And his, a spun copper gold that stood stark against his tanned skin and alabaster hair. He couldnt even help his ears as they pointed directly at her, analyzing every sound. "Oh." She gasped, a drop of sweat rolling off her cheek the only movement in the room for half of a moment. She then righted herself, standing on flat feet and turning to him.

"Would you like t-"

"THESE FLOORS ARE FINE ILL GO HOME NOW."

They started at the same time, Kagome's gentle offer completely eclipsed by Inuyasha's brash exclamation. She then watched as he turned quickly, his black pants and shirt moving so quickly in her vision she could barely make out the white logo of the academy on his back that read "The Taija Dance School" with a silhouette of a woman and man in full routine, the woman held in the air as the man knelt. The man, Inuyasha, disappeared down the hall before she could take another breath.

His golden eyes. She had noticed them so many times this past year since she had been teaching. When he would somehow find his way into her studio and fix something while she instructed or showed videos of her routines. He was tall, muscular and graceful. She could tell that he had danced before by the way his steps made no noise and he was always so aware of his bodies movement. Even though he was a half demon, she didnt give that all of the credit. He was learning by watching her. And now that she had been given the opportunity to test his ability she had been denied it by his sudden departure.

That wasnt going to be acceptable. He had ignored her smiles and glances for too long. Tonight, she was going to get her dance.

Inuyasha stood, grabbing his jacket off of the bench beside him as he let out a defeated sigh. He had really flubbed on this one. "Ahem." a throat cleared. He almost came out of his skin as he turned in a lightning fact motion, taking in the woman at the door. "Ka-kagome.." He stammered, blinking in sheer shock. "You left before i could ask you to dance with me. I could really use a partner." She smiled at him then, her radiant eyes squinting at him over high cheekbones. Before he could spit out a reply, she gracefully did a 180 and made her way back to the studio. "Dont keep me waiting!" she chirped, leaving him speechless.

Quickly he followed, grabbing a pair of pointe's in his size at the door and changed, making his way to the room. The music had changed and was more tempoed. Kagome held out her hand to him, her eyebrows raised in anticipation. Gently, he laid his claw tipped hand in hers and stepped closer. The beat began its steady climb to the moment they would begin, his heart racing. She mouthed a count down. He held his breath. They made their first step.