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Season: Frontier
Genre: Friendship
Characters: Orimoto Izumi, Fairymon
-Post Frontier. She felt like she was dancing wherever she went now.
28. Grace
She didn't tell the others, but Izumi had once been a giant klutz.
Izumi had never been able to identify it, but it was when she had returned to Japan. She had just failed at finding a balance for her feet, her hands, darn near anything. Perhaps loneliness had burdened her steps. She could never be completely certain of things like this.
She knew the Digital World had changed this. She knew, because the others never commented more than once. They never took her as fragile either. She proved her worth to them, any time she could. She found herself dancing a show that only they could see. Her friends. They could see a her that the school had made her dread trying to muster.
Izumi was perhaps, a little bitter with her schoolmates. Unlike Tomoki, she didn't have the ease of being young in school. She was established, known.
However, what kind of Warrior would she have been if she let that stop her?
At first, it was a few well-placed words, a little showing off. (Winking always helped, Fairymon had said.) Then it was a bit of dancing. It was holding out a hand. Soon, it wasn't lonely. Soon, her clumsiness was forgotten, all but for the fewest of jokes.
She was a dancer again. She was, like she was in Italy, a small star. Izumi knew she could never shine, like Takuya-kun, or even Kouji-kun when he smiled, but she had her own little ballet, a stage of her own with a few good lights and the right music.
She was her own actress now, the wind her favorite sonata.
