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A One-Shot for AiHime...
Some facts might shock you but I'm a former dancer. I've been in that world during eight years. I wish I would come back a day dancing with my friends.
Before screaming grammar, well, French is classical dance's language. I put the words in italic. La Seine is a river.
Dancing...
Paris, 1905...
She was the Swan and the Princess. She was the sky and the Water. She was the Beauty and the Animal. She was the Bird and the Human. She was the Sun and the Moon. She was dancing as the bird in the sky. She was moving with graceful gestures. There was no way her colleagues and rivals could outclass her. It was impossible and no one could expect that. Some painters wanted her as a model and some musicians and compositors wanted her as their muse. She was asked by poets too. But she had refused them. They weren't that interesting. They didn't have she was searching. She was wishing a danger. She wanted a way to surpass herself and grew in grace.
Her smile was so soft and her body was incredibly thin. Her line muscles were as some feathers on a swan. Even if she was supposed to not eat that much, she was able to support that. Every dancers were supposed to. They were in the Opera. They were dancing for Art and not for musing. They were living for their passion and not for made the mouvement final and collapsed in her lover's arms. That was of the act for sure. But she was panting and the heavy red curtain fell to hide them.
Aizen Sôsuke, Art's Merchant smiled. He wished to see her. She was already his lover. She had fell for him not such a long time ago. There was no way she would offer herself to someone else after him. Every women here wanted him as lover. Even some famous male dancers too. Male dancers didn't have no wish female company at bed. They weren't for them. They were sort of princess. They disliked them because of their constant rivalry and for their way of trapping other dancers too. It wasn't healthy for them.
She was sitting on her chair and waiting for him. She had removed all her make-up and perfumed her. She was ready for their date. He hold a hand for her and put her own on his graceful. Body kept grace. It was natural. Her red hairs weren't attached. They were free. She was far more beautiful in this way.
They went out the opera. They were chatting laughing slightly. They wandered around La Seine and they sat on a café. They wished some intimacy. But some famous artists looked at them with some jealousy. She was with him? The devil itself? It was impossible! That man kept all their work for him and didn't want to share them with anyone. They were like jailed here.
But he didn't care. He was here just for the young woman and the best dancer in the Opera.
She asked some red wine and him some white wine. French wines were excellent. Aizen came from Russia and Orihime from Germany. They were both promising at first but Aizen was faster. He had convinced a lot of people here and even Ministers were asking his skills in Art sometimes. For Orihime it had been different. Dancers were true evil ones between each others. There was no real friendship between them. All wanted the best roles but only the most experienced got the roles. Orihime was talented and the directors asked her to dance for more important roles even if they were short as carrying fake diamonds.
Then they had met at Opera. Aizen wanted to congratulate her. He had wanted to be polite but instead he had fell for her. It had been unexpected. He had come more often to the Opera and she was always here for greeting him with her smile. She was definitely the most beautiful and nicest dancer here at Paris.
They drank their drinks. They asked for some others and the waiter said they closed soon. But they were already laughing hard because of alcohol. They kissed in shades. They didn't want to share their intimacy with anyone. It was their beautiful secret. This secret wasn't supposed to be exposed.
Then they came to Aizen's apartment. It was big and a lot of statues and painting were decorating the walls. Orihime had come here some times but she was always stunned to see her lover had good taste. He chuckled slightly when he saw her eyes. She was as pure as their first encounter. He caressed gently her hand. She shivered at this contact.
She caressed her lover chest and felt muscles here. He was her protector, her guardian. No one would dare to attack them here. He was too much dangerous for that. He practiced martial arts with a Japanese. He was one of his best students. According to him he would be soon an instructor too. He had refused politely but he had helped some times.
-Well...
He kissed her softly and she responded eagerly. She came close. She wanted to feel her lover strong arms around her. She felt them. Her lover was quite nice with her. He didn't want her to undergo. He had never taken her at bed if she wasn't agreeing and they hadn't been together at bed at all. She was still wishing to be virgin and she was proud of her body too.
They lost their clothes and they shared Sôsuke's bed for once. She was ready and wanted to give in her passion to live with him. A pregnant dancer wouldn't fit to this profession. Directors were quite strict with that. There was no way you could feel any other love than passion for dance. Impossible.
They soon came and Orihime fell asleep in his arms. Her lover was so sweet and patient with her. He would never force her. He was a perfect gentleman and the perfect seducer too. She was smiling in her dreams with that thought. He was far than being a cruel and fierce man. He was greedy for sure but for art. He had this passion, that was all. He wanted more money for sure and power too but he wanted her to feel peace in his arm.
He smiled too. She was belonging to him and only him. He would never let anyone else to touch her. She was sort of possession right now...
The next morning she told the directors to let her leave. They yelled at her but they were forced to admit Aizen Sôsuke was more powerful than them...
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