Rhythm
He watches as her body moves in perfect rhythm with the vibrant beat around her. Her hair dances in the heated air as shinobi after shinobi confront her in turn; and she dances with them.
The beat becomes slower, luckily, as they both need air.
She pants, hands leaning on her knees as she stares her partner down as though silently daring them to move. The beat gets faster and faster matching his beating heart with perfect timing. He can't help but stare transfixed at this goddess before him.
No one can keep up with her. It's amazing, he thinks, that as he's lying here on the forest floor with blood trickling down his side and a deep gash to his torso, that she still manages to amaze him. When the beat stops, she makes her way across the dance floor to him, a different look on her face.
Before, it was of pleasure and sheer excitement but now it is of concern.
"I told you that if you ever needed help, you were to call me, Crybaby."
He can't help but laugh.
BumBum BumBum BumBum.. A new rhythm starts in his heart as head feels light. He knows he is passing out from blood loss but he's glad that he was able to stay awake to watch her dance.
~Fin~