A/N: For Evo-Obsessed-Club's contest. This is kind of just…random.
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Summary: Three watch him dance in a moment all to himself.
Warnings: A male in a tutu, dancing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with X-Men: Evolution.
The Dancer's Audience
"I never saw anything so disturbingly hilarious in my life," Lance mumbled incredulously. Freddy nodded, at a loss for words.
"He's really flexible, yo," Todd commented, tilting his head slightly. The brunette made a small sound of agreement.
"Didn't figure on Pie to be into this sorta thing."
"Huh. I'm not that surprised," the blonde commented.
"Think he made the costume himself?" Todd asked. The older boys shrugged.
"Probably."
"Blue and white sure are his colors, yo," he mused.
The three teens stood in the doorway of Pietro's room for a while and just stared; the white haired boy was quite a sight. He gracefully glided all across the room, twisting and turning and bending in movements none of the watchers could ever imagine another person reenacting. Pietro was spectacular, a marvel that he proved more so with each passing dance step.
The boy's outfit sparkled as it moved with his body, the tights stretching thin, showing off his well-developed leg muscles at work. The ruffled tutu he wore glinted as rays of light coming from his half-drawn window playfully hit him.
Pietro clasped his hands above his head, extending outwards his left leg. Standing on the tips of his right leg, he used the left pivot around, spinning madly. When he stopped, he did a low dip, arms out and swooping in front of him.
A quick turn, a jump, land lightly on tip-toes, twirl around again furiously as though he were a tornado, bend backwards so far the amazed crowd thought he might break his back. All this, and Pietro didn't notice as they watched him. Until, of course, he opened his eyes mid-leap.
Whereas before the teens had watched silently in awe, they now adopted triplet looks like that of children being caught at mudding up the living room floor. At first the white haired dancer stared at them in shock, then quickly changed to glaring fiercely at the intruders.
"Keepoutofmyroom!" he rushed out, voice mixed with anger and embarrassment, as he hurriedly went and slammed the door shut on their collective faces.
For a minute afterwards the three stared silently at the closed door. It practically begged them to open it back up, to see the dancer move on the other side. It was so tantalizingly simple to ease the door open, just a crack, and peek into the room.
All three valued their lives, however, and as such decided it best to heed Pietro's words and stay out of his room. Too bad, though, because they had really been enjoying the show.