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Chapter I-Wanted-To-Try-Out-A-New-Writing-Style: Dancing in the rain, yay.
Alternate Title: Why did I write this?
Under the blanket of deep grey clouds stretching across the horizon, amongst the descending raindrops,
she dances.
It's slow at first, tiny hops and small steps creating ripples and splashes in the water pooling in the dips and curves of the sidewalk, but then Kanako finds a burst of inspiration deep within her soul
and then, her dancing is no longer an act of impulse and spontaneity, but a work of art.
Mariya watches in wonder as Kanako gracefully twirls around lamp posts and leaps over cracks in the pavement, silently wondering how someone who tripped up and fainted so much could move so gracefully.
Until Kanako trips in the middle of a side step, nearly falling face-first into a puddle of water, and Mariya laughs, relieved to see that his clumsy, idiotic roommate hadn't suddenly been replaced by a ballerina. Kanako ignores him, continuing her dance as she hummed a song to herself.
Under the blanket of deep grey clouds, stretching as far as one can see, amongst the descending raindrops, Kanako dances to a song only she can hear, and Mariya watches in amusement and wonder.
Third person, present tense? Did you mean 'writing style with a lot of run on sentences'?
And for some reason, I really can see Kanako dancing in the rain, except she's more likely to fall on her face than this chapter indicates.
On another note, the word document for this fic has now exceeded 100 pages! Yay. I would do something to celebrate, but I can't think of anything.
Anyways, have a nice day/night/whatever, and see you next update! :D
