N/A: Please forgive me for the very late update. I have been very busy. Anyway I just wanted to inform my readers that I only plan on making this fic up to 7 chapters. Which means it's coming to an end.

Chapter 5

The little white house was lovely and quaint. Every room was furnished tastefully and decorated with fresh wild flowers. It looked like one of the houses Tohru saw in a lifestyle magazine. Midori held Tohru's hand and quickly led her to a small room. The small room wasn't furnished lavishly but it was still pretty. The room's window was open and it let the shining sun through. The pretty room was filled with a warm happy light. Inside the room there was a small pink bed that matched the rose flowered wallpaper, a dresser with a built-in mirror in the corner, and a brown wooden desk behind the open window. On top of the desk were a radio CD player and several CDs and tapes. Midori silently motioned for Tohru to sit on a brown velvet chair. Obediently Tohru sat on the chair and continued to examine the four walls of the room.

"Tohru! Tohru, watch me!" Tohru quickly turned her attention to Midori. Midori pushed a button on her CD player and a soft sweet song started to play. She started to dance. Her steps fell perfectly with the rhythm. She moved effortlessly with the enchanting music. She spun gracefully across the room. Tohru was hypnotized. She was a Ballerina in a music box. She was a swan gliding on water. She was a wild flower blowing in the breeze. Tohru watched mesmerized by the little girl. Everything else in her surroundings seemed to melt as the little girl danced. For a moment there was nothing but Midori and the soft rhythm of the music.

She came to an elegant finish as the soft music faded and finally stopped. "So? How was it?" Midori exclaimed shyly.

"It was . . . you were . . . " Tohru was speechless. There were no words to describe what she had just witnessed. "You were wonderful." Tohru replied gently. It was true. Tohru had never seen anything or anyone move so beautifully before.

Midori let out a soft giggle and smiled brightly. She was swelling with pride and contentment. "Here, I'll teach you." Midori quickly grabbed Tohru by the wrists and pulled her from the chair.

'"I...no . . . I can't . . . " Tohru hesitated. She wasn't graceful. She wasn't elegant. Most of all she didn't how to dance. She'd probably trip over her own feet if she tried.

Midori's smiled quickly changed to a pout. "But you said that you wanted me to teach you!" She protested.

It was true. She had asked Midori to teach her. Wasn't this why she was here? To let Midori teach her to dance. Just like Tsuki had taught Shigure to dance ten years ago. Tohru thought about Midori's graceful movement. Was that how Tsuki had danced? Was that the dance that Shigure had fallen in love with? Who could blame him? The way that Midori danced was simply stunning.

"Okay. You can teach me."Tohru sighed and decided to give in. Tohru stood up form the brown chair, ready for anything.

Midori spent the rest of the afternoon teaching Tohru how to dance. Midori would take Tohru's hand and teach her how to move her body evenly with the music. It was difficult. Tohru tripped over her own feet several times in the process, but all in all, but it wasn't all that bad. Tohru would just laugh it off and try whatever move Midori was trying to teach her. In the end Tohru even started to enjoy dancing.

"You . . . were . . . great . . . " Midori complimented in a pant. They had been dancing for a while and fatigue and tiredness was starting to set in.

"Thanks. I have a good teacher." Tohru replied as she wiped sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. It had been hard but fun. As she looked up, she happened to glance at the flower-shaped clock in Midori's room. It was almost 5:00. Shigure was going to be there soon. Tohru remembered the plan that she he concocted earlier. Panic and worry started to overtake her. Could it possibly work? What if it didn't? All Tohru knew for sure was that Shigure would be there soon and hopefully he would meet his long lost love. But what did she really know about Tsuki?

"Midori, can I ask you something?" Tohru smiled and asked the little girl sitting next to her.

"What is it Tohru?" Midori asked tilting her head to one side.

"Your mother, was she the one that taught you how to dance?" Tohru inquired.

Midori nodded. "Yes, she taught me to love music. She taught me how to dance. She was like a ballerina when she danced. I wanted to be just like her." Midori wasn't facing Tohru anymore. She gazed at the open window with a far away look. The fading sun shone through the window and a light breeze blew through the room.

"Then you spent lots of time with your mother dancing, just the two of you." Tohru commented quietly.

Midori stared at Tohru again, her eyes were big and sad. "We don't. My mother's..."

Midori was cut off by a loud noise. They heard a doorbell ring. Tohru and Midori left the room and went to see who it was. Panic started to consume Tohru. It was most likely Shigure. Tohru felt her heart beat faster. This was the moment. The moment when Shigure and Tsuki would be reunited again. Tohru couldn't but help feel anxious. She hoped that by some chance her plan would succeed and that Shigure and Tsuki would recognize each other.

Tohru and Midori made their way to the front door. There they silently waited and watched. Tsuki quickly made her way to the wooden gate of the house. She opened it. From the gate emerged a tall dark figure. Tohru froze. It was Shigure. He politely bowed and then looked up at the woman that had opened the gate for him. Their eyes meet. Shigure stood frozen in shock. The smiled on his face faded quickly, confusion and surprised filled his eyes.

He blinked and stared even harder. Could it be? Could it be her? Was he imaging it? The women looked very familiar. If he wasn't mistaken he had known her a long time ago. About ten years ago. She had a striking resemblance to his old childhood friend, Tsuki.

She also seemed taken a back by the tall dark stranger. It was like she had met him before somewhere, but she couldn't remember where. Who was this man? Where had she meets him before? Why was he so familiar?

They stood in silence, their eyes never parting. Each lost in thoughts of one another. Shigure was the first to speak and break the silence. He coughed and gazed deeply in the woman's eyes. "Have we met before?" He asked in a low hoarse whisper. He had to know if she was the same girl that had taught him to dance. If she was the same girl that he had fallen in love with.

A bright smiled spread across the women's face because she seemed to remember something. "By any chance are you Shigure Soma?"

To be continued...