Dark: Again, I don't own Cyborg 009, and I never will.
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Calm breezes floated past the warm golden sands and toward the quaint cottage that stood near the shoreline. Orbs of aquamarine watched said shoreline, as the waves created faint sounds as they hit against the surface of the sand. A porcelain face held these features, alongside long golden locks. A crimson hair-band held this in place, so none would get in her eyes as she practiced.
A leg rose into the air, sporting a matching crimson ballet slipper. A lithe hand rose with it, graceful as ever. She never needed music to perform these movements. The ocean waves provided the rhythm while the beating of her heart offered the tempo.
Dancing had always enthralled her to no end, that much she knew. She had practiced nearly all her life to fulfill her dream of being a ballerina. Her brother supported her, wanting to see her dream become real. But Black Ghost took her chances away...
But- once thinking about it carefully- there were things he'd never take. Her heart. Her dreams. Her friends. Her unique dance of life would always continue, along with everyone else's. It wasn't like ballet, not completely graceful, or perfect, but it was good enough for her. As long as the others were there.
Her graceful movements came to an end, as she stared out at the mass that was the ocean. One day, after their dream had become a reality, she would dance for them. Just for them. Maybe she would.
"You know what? I will."
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Dark: Well, there goes another one. I wish it was longer though… *Sigh*
To GoldAngel2: Thanks again. I know about the manga though. *Pause* I'm collecting the volumes.
To Holli: I never thought about the monologue thing, but thanks for reviewing. By the way, good luck with your fanfic.
Dark (Again): I really got to thank the two mentioned above, because they are the only two who reviewed. So thanks you two!