prompt "through someone else's eyes" another character's outside view of the main characters.
Sango leaned against the front desk, arching her brow as she got a clear shot of the couple acting like children in the studio's practice room. Something had shifted in their relationship recently. She had decided not to ask questions when Kagome had shown up for work this morning with wrapped bandages around on her hands, knuckles and fingers. But now she watched, the last of the students gone for the hour for a short lunch break, as the pair interacted.
"Okay okay! So bring your left foot up your right leg slowly… good..okay now stop when your toes are at your knee. Now bring our arms up and then slowly bring your knee up like this..Then you extend your leg up like thiiiiiss…" "Woman I may be flexible, but I have bits that you don't and fuck if i'm ever gonna get my leg up there!"
Sango chuckled as the watched the two. Inuyasha's dark brows were knit together as he gave Kagome what Sango could only describe as a "The fuck?" face. She was trying to teach him how to do an arabesque penche. But because of Kagome's limitations she had to hold onto the barre, but was still able to complete a full, yet shakey, 180 degree penche. Sango shook her head. Kagome was probably the most hard headed woman she knew. And this was the perfect example. Seeing her friend, left leg completely vertical and toes pointed towards the ceiling, made her worry.
Sango could see that even Inuyasha was concerned when he started to wave his hands at her and put his clawed hand on her foot and gently brought it down. She couldn't hear what was said next, but Kagome laughed and brought her leg back up.. But rested the ankle on Inuyasha's shoulder and brought her head to her knee as she stretched. The hanyou turned his face to the side and even Sango could see his red cheeks as his ears twitched wildly.
Seeing Kagome this carefree brought about memories that she was not fond of. Memories that occurred not so long ago that made days like this seem unreachable. One in particular came forward like a violent wave, washing over Sango and drawing goose bumps as she pursed her lips.
"Kagome.." Sango breathed, looking at her friend as she was wheeled into the small studio by Sango's husband, Miroku. Her friend of 8 years looked nothing like the strong and vibrant woman she had come to love as a sister. The woman before her was frail and broken. Barely held together by the black steel frames completely encompassing her legs and hovering over her left hip bone. The exposed skin of those legs held purple and black bruises surrounding the areas where pins disappeared into pale flesh.
The face on the woman was one of torment. Her eyebrows knitted together high on her forehead as tears poured down her cheeks seeing her long time friend. The entire lobby, usually bustling with students and parents, stood still as Sango rushed to Kagome, collapsing at her friend's side, resting her forehead on her wheelchair's arm as she cried for the loss of people she cherished as family herself. Kagome rested her hand on Sango's shoulder as she slumped forward, sobbing out her pain.
Sango remembered the months of painful therapy. The weeks spent begging Kagome to slow down so her body could handle it. The nights she would come down from her home upstairs and find Kagome pushing her limits on the barre. All of those tears and the fear she felt for her friend were easily pushed aside and made worth it for the scene that lay before her.
Kagome was laughing. She was making friends and getting out of her own mind. And that is why she had allowed the maintenance man to begin assisting in classes. Because of Kagome.. And hey, the hanyou could keep a beat.
Sango smiled now as the two pestered each other, Kagome trying to grab at Inuyasha's ears and Inuyasha expertly evading her on the wooden floor. She could hear a string of curses from the man intermingling with the unbridled giggles of the woman. It was like music to her ears. Sighing, Sango took a sip of her tea and shook her head, shooting her husband a quick text to pick up some extra ramen on the way home, they were having guest over for dinner.