After some mental debating, I decided I'll do a sequel for 'Dance of Swords'! I literally re-read the reviews for 'Dance of Swords' to no end to kick myself to do it for you guys!

For those of you who are new to me, please read the first one. For some reason, I can't put up a link on here...go check it out on my main page! (I have to warn you, some of the chapters aren't updated, so please just truck on through some lousy writing xD)

Annnnd for those of you who just wanna go ahead and read this one, hope you won't get confused! I mean, the only things that flowed from one story to another is Kira's memories, so I think you guys are good!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy 'Dancer's Feet'!


CHAPTER 1

Warm Up

Sliding into her car, Kira cut off the obnoxious ringing as she slammed the door behind her. Taking a good look of herself in her rear-view mirror, she switched on the engine and drove off to school with cheery music to rid the tiredness still lingering in her body.

Ever since she 'woke up' from her accident a month ago, the girl had never been the same. Quitting dance suddenly and losing interest in classes were enough to make heads turn. But...shortly after, she met someone. It was like that light was reignited in her eyes, and she was ready to take on the world, and by world, she meant school.

Okita Souji was proclaimed as a new student from Japan. Though he lived in America before, he moved back to Japan and suddenly came back here. She thought she lost him forever in the eternal abyss of history, but somehow he was brought to her, as if it were a sign that said 'Go For It' in big, bold letters. Not that she was complaining.

As she pulled into the parking lot, she slipped out of her car and was greeted by a chilly November breeze. Shutting the door behind her, she caught her possessed hair and managed to put it into a messy bun as she strolled through the parking lot of the school.

A blast of warm, summer-like, air enveloped her as she filed into one of the halls. Heading up a flight of stairs, she reached her locker without being trampled by the sophomores, who came in herds every ten minutes.

Tossing most of her stuff in her locker, she readjusted the strap of her backpack and headed towards the school's café. Weaving her way through the crowds of freshmen and juniors, she found Bryn and Casy squeezed close to each other on the bench to accommodate their other friends, who swarmed themselves around the table.

"Hey guys," Kira said over all the chattering, sliding her way into the booth and sandwiched Casy with Bryn on the other side.

"Kira," one of the guys at the table drawled out her name sweetly, fluttering his eyelashes at her stupidly, he asked, "did you finish the paper for English?"

"Yes," she replied in the same overly-sweet tone, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "but I'm not gonna give it to you."

His smile turned into a frown as he leaned back in his chair, "Jerk. You are an amazing person, ya know?"

Kira arched a brow and nodded with a smile.

"I look out for you," he put his hands on his chest, radiating false sincerity, "I really do, and this is how you repay me?"

"You still owe me a cookie," she snickered. It was a miracle to say the least. Within one week after she woke from her accident, her personality was switched back on with a bit more of a bite to it. She got back into dancing, but she was behind. However, Casy and Bryn had no complaints as Kira stepped back into their little circle, and things managed to transition back into place with a couple new upgrades as well.

"And he owes you a smoothie," Bryn chimed in, receiving a scowl from said boy.

The next ten minutes went by as everyone had something to talk about, from who pranked the girls' locker room in the pool, to how horrible a certain teacher was. The bell blasted through the speakers that spread across the café and slowly, everyone got to their feet, exchanging goodbye's and promises to see each other at lunch or different classes.

"See you at lunch!" Bryn exclaimed as she darted off to the stairs before the herds of students swarmed the stairwell.

Kira and Casy waved back and started to head to their designated hallways, with Casy's being on the opposite side of Kira's. The two exchanged their goodbye's with Casy adding, "Have fun English," with a sing-song tone to it.

Playfully scowling, she headed down her hall and waved a hand behind her, "Yeah, yeah!" Upon arriving in said class, she took her seat as the warning bell went off. Taking out her binder from the abyss known as her bag, she looked up at the harsh rasp of metal along waxed tiles. Smiling at the all-too familiar face, she set her binder on the table.

"Hey, Kira," Okita greeted as he plopped down next to her.

Turned out, he had three classes with her, and his house wasn't far from hers. Every time she would see him, it felt like it was a dream and she would wake up one day. It seemed unreal due to the fact that a guy from the past turned into a guy in her time. Though he didn't have the same memories, he looked and spoke exactly like him.

She couldn't believe all of this happened because of a guy. It sounded like some cliché out of a book.

"Morning," she replied as she took out her English assignment. Okita dug into his bag and took out a folder and rummaged through the papers, sighing loudly. "What is it? Forgot about the homework?"

"Yes," he replied defeatedly, followed by the most desperate smile she had ever witnessed, "Kira-chan, pleeeeaaaase?"

"Are you serious?!" She exclaimed, followed by a chuckle, "Someone did that to me earlier, and I'm not gonna help you either."

Okita winked at her, the pleading smile gone, as he took out the filled out paper. "Just kidding." Rolling her eyes, she gave him a light smack on the shoulder.

"You idiot."

Class went on by as usual, with Okita poking at her with small talk as the teacher paused to hand out more papers and finally collect the homework that piled into the homework basket.

Her phone buzzed on the table, and she glanced at the screen, reading a text all in caps from Bryn. Before she would unlock her phone, Okita snatched it away and started to mess with the lock screen. "Hey!" She hissed at him as she reached for the phone, but he simply moved his much longer arms away from her grabbing hands. "I swear to God, if you lock me out, I will kill you," though there was no sign of malice in her voice.

"I wanna figure out your pattern though!" He whispered back as his thumb tried again, and again to pathetically figure out her lock screen, to the point where it was locked for thirty seconds.

The teacher glanced up through her glasses as she read out the instructions on what to write for an essay and went back to reading.

"Dude!" She grabbed his green sleeved arm and snatched her phone from his grasp and shoving it in her pocket. "What was that for?"

"Just want to mess with you," he chuckled.

The rest of class went on without a fuss, and before she knew it, she was in her next class, suffering in silence as she stared at the blank calculus quiz in front of her.

When lunch time rolled around, she unlocked her phone to be greeted by a distorted grin of Okita. Dropping the phone out of surprise, she covered her eyes and shook her head, with a wide grin splayed on her face.

Bryn slid into a chair beside her and took Kira's phone out of curiosity. Scrutinizing the image with imploring eyes, a mischievous smile curled her lips. "Souji stole your phone huh?"

"I don't even know when he did that!" Reaching over, she reclaimed her phone as she took out her lunch in her bag. Bryn poked her fork at her and shook her head.

"Okay, are you even gonna deny that you like this guy?"

Kira pursed her lips and shoved her phone in her pocket. "No...no I'm not!"

"Ah!" She exclaimed, "I knew it! Look at you, girl! Gettin' all the cute ones! So, so when are you gonna ask him out?"

"Huh?" She blinked as she emptied the contents of her lunch bag. "Seems to early," she shrugged. "We're just starting to warm up to each other."

"Well you might as well take him before some other girl snatches him up. I swear to God, girls are always around him."

The thought of it made her lip twitch into a small frown. What would be the horrible was that Okita would date some other girl when he was basically reincarnated to meet her again! As much as the idea was a possibility, she couldn't see him date another person just because of his personality.

"What's up, nerds?" Casy greeted them as she claimed a seat. Bryn nudged her and dunked some tater tots in a cup of ketchup. "Kira digs Souji." The girl responded nonchalantly.

Kira rolled her eyes, "Sure, all you're missing is a megaphone."

"Ah, I knew it!" And with that, the girl high-fived the other. "So when are you gonna ask him out? Or are you gonna be those people to pretend they're not dating until the last minutes where it's completely obvious?"

"Excuse me? I don't know about you guys, but what happens if he doesn't like me back?" Highly unlikely. "It'll get really awkward with a guy friend I actually like hanging out with."

"Kira, are you kidding me? Do you not see the flirting between you two?"

"That's flirting? I thought it was just being nice."

Bryn waved her hand dismissively, "Same thing."

"Whatever," Casy sighed. "You guys already act like a couple, so it doesn't really matter."


Given another pulse of energy from an invigorating practice, Kira left the school's dance studio with most of her friends. With her backpack slung over her shoulder with the keys looped over her hooked finger, she took a mental note to park closer to the studio so she wouldn't have to walk so far to get to her car.

Bryn had about three girls tagging along with her, as she promised to give them rides, Casy being one of them. "You sure you don't want me to help? I got room in my car." Kira offered.

Her friend shook her head as she fished out her keys from her bag, jangling them in victory as she found them. "Nah it's alright. Besides, they all live close to my place." She replied with a grin. "And I'm sure you would like to talk to your cute foreign boyfriend," she snickered.

Kira scoffed and swung her backpack at her, sending some of the girls around Bryn astray before they clumped back to her like moths to a light. "He's not my boyfriend!"

"He will be though," Casy murmured.

A sophomore with messy black hair inquired, "Ohh! Is he cute?"

The brunette let out a groan as she could feel the unasked questions probe at her. What was his name? What does he look like? Where did he move from? "Depends on you!"

"He's cute," her redhead friend replied quickly. "But not my type. He's all yours," she mused.

"Geeze," Kira sighed, "let's change the topic! You guys have been going at it since this morning! Cut me some slack."

A couple minutes rolled by, and the questions tapered as her friends went through different exits to get to their car, in which she parked her car on the other side of the school. Her legs were starting to reach a certain numbness where she couldn't feel any pain, but she knew that her legs were telling her that they were tired. Just as she reached the doors, the sound of the gym doors cracked open and mobs of guys flooded out from the gym and rushing to their cars.

Amidst the army of boys clad in sweat, she found Okita calmly exiting the gym with a content look on his face. It was weird, it seemed like he didn't do anything in that class as he wasn't flushed in the cheeks or sweating.

When the two locked eyes, he greeted her with his usual smile. "Hello there, Ms. Dancer."

"Hey," she replied, matching his smile. "How was gym?"

He shrugged as he casually raked a hand through his brick brown hair. "Wasn't that bad. We just played baseball in there. Not much fun if you can't play in the field. How was dance?"

Remembering that it was going to be freezing out, she dropped her bag and shrugged on her jacket. "It was nice. We're getting ready for a competition, that's all." She didn't want to get started on her other dance classes. Ms. Ray was shocked, but overjoyed that Kira came back so quickly. "You need a ride or something?" She asked, noting that he wasn't digging out for a ring of keys.

The two started to walk to the glass doors, "Ahh, I was going to call my sister," he shrugged, "but if you don't mind, it's fine."

"Alright, where do you live?" As they stepped out, she shivered as the wind nipped at her ears.

"It's down Madison, then you take a left at Fallbrooke."

"Oh, really? I live around there." It was no exaggeration when her heart fluttered.

"Cool, now I can stalk you!" He chuckled, "No, I'm not that creepy," he place a reassuring hand on her shoulder as they made it to her car. Tossing their stuff in the back, they slid into the car, and she drove off.

"My dear, I've met creepier. You don't even come close."

"Oh really? And who's that?" He asked as he messed around with the radio.

She paused for a moment to concoct an excuse, "It was some girl a couple years back." The image of Maeko lingered in the back of her mind, but as far as she knew, she didn't have to worry about her. Okita killed her after all.

"Hey watch it―!" His voice snapped her out of her daydream and immediately locked eyes with the slowing traffic up ahead. Slamming on her breaks, the car jerked to a stop, just brushing up to the point where the tires squealed. The two sighed. "I would appreciate it if you don't kill me." Okita responded breathlessly.

"Sorry...I got distracted."

"Because a devilishly handsome guy like me is sitting next to you?" He winked.

Kira grinned and punched his arm, "You wish."

Within a few minutes, the two were in the neighborhood as they were nearing Okita's house. Much to Kira's frustration, Okita wasn't being very cooperative with telling where his house was specifically, and it turned more of a hot-or-cold game. Okita in the past was never this annoying...but it was better than nothing.

"Just tell me where your house is! I'm wasting gas!" She groaned. "I swear, I'm gonna kick you out of the car."

He pursed his lips, "Yeah right. You wouldn't do that."

The girl rolled her eyes and gestured to the houses, "I'm not going to drive you home again." She threatened.

Letting out a sigh, he put up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. Stop right here," he said as he gathered his things. Kira's car pulled up to a stop and Okita swung the door open. Leaning on the door frame, he grinned, "Thanks, Kira. I'll see you tomorrow." And then he shut the door. Kira watched him race up the steps and quickly slipped inside the ranch-styled home.

"See you tomorrow," she murmured to herself before heading to her house.


Super slow chapter to start off a new story huh? Yeah, sorry about that― I'm trying to get back into character with Kira xD I can't say when the next update is, that depends on you guys! Let me know if you want me to continue this!

-Jen