Author's Note: The idea came to me while watching the figure skating World Championship earlier this evening. After watching the new champion's free skate program(Men's division), I had to fight down the urge to cheer and whistle as if I was there in Germany with the other spectators. So what did I do? Started another fanfiction. It IS Gundam Wing, however it is most definitely a AU. Don't be completely put off. I have a general idea where I will be going with it, so it won't be COMPLETELY random. I hope. I hope you find this to your liking. Sharys
Disclaimer: Do you see any Good-Looking anime men hanging off me? Thought not. So in short: Don't SUE!
Warm Heart, Frozen Memory(Working title)
By: Sharys Aogail
Music engulfed the dimly lit rink, filling the empty stands with imaginary spectators. Elegant music with a heartfelt rhythm entranced any listener with a mystic beat that sounded like magic long forgotten.
More entrancing still was the lone figure that glided across the ice.
His movements were smooth and graceful, yet interwoven with a subtle sense of power that even he himself was not aware of.
The music flowed through him, guided him across the ice with it's own unique choreography. One move blended with the next in an intricate dance. The ice hissed as a pair of skates flew over it's surface, unaware of the beautiful event currently taking place.
The music swelled, lifting the dancer into quadruple spin, followed by a triple, the landing solid but surprisingly light, then sliding him into a line of serpentine footwork, movements now distinctly feline.
Every Saturday night this dance took place. It was as routine as the rise and fall of the sun or the monthly phases of the moon. However, no two nights were ever the same. Nothing was planned, so the dancer just obeyed the melody, letting it tell him what to do, and he allowed it gladly. He had tried dancing for Them, and loved the way he had made them feel when They watched him, absorbing their emotions even as he performed. He felt as if he was giving Them a piece of himself and in return They gave him a place to belong.
Then the accident, with it's devastating results.
He never danced for Them anymore.
And so he danced for himself, allowing himself the ultimate gift. Freedom. No pressure, no judges, and no one waiting with baited breath on the sidelines, praying for him to make a single costly mistake. No . . . He wanted no part of it.
That wasn't his life anymore.
Yet still the ice called to him, every week asking him for one last dance. So it was. And if one were to look closely, they could see that the dancer's eyes were closed, his very soul surrendered to the music that was his very reflection.
Author's Note: Okay people, this is where you give me your opinion. Like it, hate it, continue, or trash it? Reviews are important for this one, so if no one likes it I wont continue. Got it? Good. Hope to see you in the review section.