He smiled softly as the music began, enjoying the fact that he was purely and simply alone. Just him and the music, the way he liked it. Slow intro, three steps to the left and spin, lifting his arms . . . and then the music had control and he wouldn't stop for anything. Hot, fast, beautiful, the music was picking up now, the moves becoming more complicated, but that was how he liked it. As he moved everything left him, his fiancées, his father, the Tendoe's, Ryouga, himself . . . all that mattered was the music. Faster and faster he moved, allowing his eyes to slip shut knowing he wouldn't hit anything the same way he knew that his body needed know commands or thoughts to guide it- he just flew. Louder, faster, spin, leap, move fire flame, the music was burning him, no HE was burning, he was the flame itself, nothing could harm him, nothing could touch him, nobody else mattered, he had no responsibilities, it was just him and the music forever and ever . . .
After all, no one ever saw him Dance . . .