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Chapter Nine

Don't Dance Anymore

"Wait, what?" I asked. My face still buried into his chest. What had he said?

"I . . . I just still have feelings for you," he replied.

"No . . ." I pushed away from him, tripping over my own two feet until I was sitting on my butt in front of him. "It's only one week until you're getting married. Please don't do this."

He stepped over to me and held out his hand. I wanted to look up at him and tell him that what he said made me feel happy. I wanted to jump up and kiss him and hug him and do whatever it took to get him to ask me to marry him. I wanted to do all of that, and yet many many more. I just wanted to be with him and in his arms forever, but I couldn't be. And I wouldn't be. I wouldn't let myself ruin his wedding. He loved her more than he ever did me. He asked her to marry him, so I wouldn't let such sudden and unexpected feelings to resurface.

"Don't do this!" I shouted at him. "Don't ruin the marriage by admitting this to me!" I could feel tears going down my cheeks, but why, I didn't know.

"Please don't cry," he said. He knelt down and wiped away my tears.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed. "Get your hand away from me!"

He sat there looking at me with his eyes opened. He made no move to touch me as I let myself cry some more. I never expected to cry again that day. Especially in front of him too. It made me feel a bit weak, and I wished that I could just shut myself up and be happy with what had just happened, but my heart wouldn't let me do such a thing. I never met his fiancee so I didn't know what to think about her. I just knew that she would be nice though. He would go with nice people, of course he would. Why wouldn't he?

"Just let me have another chance," he whispered.

"What chance is there? You're engaged and getting married in a week!"

"I know that, but please just . . . I didn't want our relationship to end the way that it did, and I just want another chance to set things right again, and then maybe we could break up for real. Instead of what happened."

"You want to make me fall in love with you more just so you and me can break up and then kill me?" I asked.

"Well, I just wanted us to end our relationship in a better way, and don't think that this is just hurting you, this is hurting me too, and it's just that I want to set things right between both of us. I know that I won't be able to stop thinking about you, and that I'll never be able to truly let you go until you agree to this. Please, if you don't do this for me, then eventually it will ruin my marriage."

"I don't think this tiny thing will ruin it."

"You don't understand, it will because of how I feel about you. If we do this then we'll be able to break up for real. And then everything will be resolved. Don't you want that? Some actual real closure?"

I thought about it for a minute. Was it really worth it to do this? I mean, it was hard enough as it is just to be with him as friends, but to give him another chance just so they could break up again wasn't exactly on my list of things that will make me feel better.

"Okay," I whispered. I didn't want to ruin his relationship in any way with his fiancee.

"Thank yo so much," he sighed.

"Mm hm. Well, I think that since this awkwardness has invaded this penthouse, I think it would be best if I go home."

"But you're already dressed to go to sleep," he said.

"Well, that was before you said to me what you just said, and now I think that I should be getting home."

"I'm not going to do anything to you! I swear."
"Oh, I know that, I'm just saying that it might be bad for me if I stay. Especially with this on my mind."

"Please don't leave." He grabbed onto my wrist. "You promised you would give me another chance, so this can be the beginning."

"We're not getting together you know, we're just kinda sorta doing that so that we can fully break up this time. With no regrets."

"With no regrets," he whispered. "I don't want to die an old man regretting something like this for the rest of my life. I don't want to have to wish every night to turn back the clock and set it right with you."

"I do that," I admitted. "I wish I could do that every night. I wish that I never met you, but at the same time, I wish that I never left so that I could always be with you. I want it to stop too though. I want to end it right this time." I looked at my feet so that I could avoid his gaze, but I couldn't. I found myself looking up right at him and his blue eyes.

"Don't think that I don't regret that either," he whispered as he took my arm in his hand, squeezing tight. "Don't think that I never regretted not going after you or following. It was my fault you left though. If I had been better towards you, if I had done something to make you want to stay, then none of this would have happened. We could have been like Tezuka and Tsubaki."

"But we're not," I mumbled. "You're like that with Ai, and I'm just here, in the way."

"I'm sorry I couldn't have done this better, but I don't want to get married while still having feelings for you like this."

"Let's just end it then," I whispered. "Right now."

"How do we start over though? We very well can't go on a date while I'm engaged."

"Today, we have the whole night together, we can end it tonight."

He nodded his head and he helped me sit down with him on his couch. I didn't exactly know how we were going to "get together" again and then break up. It seemed too weird for me to think about. Even though we agreed to it, this "other chance", I didn't want to do anything with him, because it would be like forcing him to cheat. Cheat on his fiancee.

"How are we going to do this?" I whispered.

Instead of answering me, he leaned over and said, "Kiss me."

"W-w-what?" I stuttered.

"We have to act like we're still in a relationship, so kiss me."

I blushed. I couldn't help it, seeing him so close to me, and hearing him say that to me after so long. I leaned in towards him and let our lips touch a tiny bit. As soon as I leaned in, he did too, applying more pressure to the kiss. I kissed him harder, and it felt exactly like what I thought it would feel like. It felt wrong. It felt like cheating, and betrayal, and lust.

"Stop," I whispered, pushing him away.

"What? Why?" Fuji questioned.

"We can't do this, we really can't. Let's stop now."

"I thought we were going to try and end it right by being in a sort-of relationship again."

"No. It feels too wrong, and I don't want to be a person who will break up a family."

"You won't break us up, we're doing this so that we can fully lose feelings for each other."

"But if she were to find out, then it would be over between you two, and I don't want that."

I stood up from the couch and ran to the bathroom to get changed into my old clothes. I was taking off his shirt when he came in and said, "Are you really leaving? Are we not going to resolve our problems?"

I threw his shirt at him, and shimmied out of his short just to throw it at his face. "It's resolved. You're getting married, and I'm leaving. It's done and over with. There's nothing to resolve if you're already this far into the relationship. I know I promised you 'another chance' so that we could set this right, but I can't do it." I put on my clothes and pushed past him out of the bathroom and into the living room. "Don't follow me," I whispered. "I'm tired of how you make me feel, and I'm going to leave now."

"Wait, Faye," he called out. He gave me a weak smile and said, "I'm still your dance partner, you can't leave until we finish the dance. You stopped us before the music ended."

I gave him a glare and grit out, "Don't joke about this. Don't you ever dance anymore! You have no idea what it feels like to be with you and to lose what I've wanted to be my whole entire life! You have no idea how I am. Don't every try to dance with me ever again!"

I ignored the look he gave me and rushed out the door. I headed towards the dance studio. Dancing would be the only way I could calm myself down and be drowned in nostalgia as strong as that in Swan Lake.

The lights were off and the studio was closed, as expected since it was already ten at night. The time had passed so quickly while I was at Fuji's house, and it made me feel angry at myself. I strapped on my ballet shoes and stood up to test them out. I stood on the tips of my toes to do a pirouette, but as I tried, I found that it hurt to. My ankle still wasn't fully healed, so I couldn't do moves that would further stress it. I banged my head against the mirrors that surrounded the room and looked at myself in the mirror. The person I saw then was different than the girl that left Japan to pursue her dream in New York. I was different, and there was no going back on it. People changed, but to determine if it was a good change or not would depend on the person.

I sighed as I left the studio sooner than I wanted to. I could still dance, but the dances and dance moves that I wanted to use were much too advanced for me while I was still injured. The walk back to Roshe's house was long, and my feet seemed to drag against the sidewalk the more I walked. I had to go home and talk to Roshe. He had gotten an invitation to Fuji's wedding, and as much as I wanted to tell him not to go, I also wanted to talk to him.

Midori had given me extra keys to the house earlier, so as I reached their place, I quietly opened the door and closed it. Even though it was a bit past half past ten, I knew that Midori would be asleep since she was pregnant and she liked to sleep early. I went into the guest bedroom and fell asleep without even bothering to change my clothes.

My exhaustion was the only thing I cared about.


I woke up to the sun shining through the cream-colored curtains in the morning. I rolled out of bed and felt sore and crusty from not changing clothes. I remembered that I took a shower at Fuji's house though, and I let my mind wander to what had happened the night before. As much as I hated the kiss we had, I also wanted to have more of it. I didn't want to feel the same way, but I wanted more of his kisses. So much of it that I could get drunk off of it. The only thing in the way was how I felt when we kissed. I didn't want it to feel like I was helping him betray his fiancee, I wanted it to be different.

"Faye?" a man's voice came from outside the door.

I sat up immediately, afraid that it was going to be Fuji, but only Roshe came in with a worried expression.

"So why did you come home at ten-thirty last night?" he asked.

"That's not late," I pointed out.

"I know, but you don't usually stay out like that once the dance studio closes for the night."

"I was at Fuji's house," I answered truthfully. There was no need to hide where I was.

"What were you doing there?" Roshe demanded. "Are you just going to let yourself be hurt again?"

"We agreed to be friends again." Though I wasn't afraid to admit where I was, I felt as though Roshe didn't need to know what me and Fuji were doing.

"Why do you look so . . . lost?" he asked.

I considered his question for a moment, and instead of answering I asked, "Are you going to go to his wedding?"

"I'm not exactly sure."

"Can I come along?"

We both paused for a few seconds.

"What happened last night?" Roshe whispered. "You're my sister and I just want to help you. You have to tell me."

I sighed. I didn't want him to know how I still felt about Fuji, and I didn't want him to think anything bad of me. "He wanted to set things right between us. He wanted to end things in a better way than me just leaving the country and writing a note to him."

Roshe gave me a look. "Listen, I'll take you to the wedding, but only if you tell me what happened with you and him yesterday. I'm your brother, your older brother."

"By like two seconds," I mumbled. Roshe was always pulling the older brother card on me since he was the first twin born.

"Tell me," he said.

"We tried to set things right," I whispered. "But it didn't work, it felt as if I was helping him betray his fiancee, and I didn't want that, so I left, and we couldn't set things right."

I buried my face in my hands as Roshe gave me a hug. "Don't worry too much. I'll take you to the wedding, and you can apologize there to him, okay?"

I nodded my head, if only Roshe knew the whole story.


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