Against my better judgment, I have decided to post this sequel to Proverbial Waltz. I don't know if it lives up to its former but it's another look into the life of Chihiro as I saw it like a dance. I hope you enjoy it, and it's your fault if you don't like where I took it… I didn't want to post this. J/k… You know I love you guys! - Kindlee Krul Kilr
A Prevocational Ballet
There had been whispers for months now. I was heavy hearted to understand my situation. They were whispering about things they didn't know. Didn't understand, couldn't understand. And somehow he knew. He didn't come last night, when it rained. I never fell asleep. I wouldn't let him come.
They were whispering things of the faction that I was a whore and my protection fell through. I laughed when Sanji told me that one. The old nurse maid was all I had now. She didn't care to know what this was the birth of. I was suspended from work. They called yesterday, the job will wait for me. A suspended leave of absence.
The worst of the whispers had accused me of sleeping with the manager, Roshima, but that was quickly put out by the company. This has been an interesting seven months. The small pattering of feet and the kicking of hardships. The small crying spells and the unruly appetite. Morning sickness. But still, I just have this feeling inside that this was supposed to happen. Like a cruel ballet with the harsh stances and unimaginable balance. And I was being forced to play the lead, even though I had never practiced. The audience was set and the lead male was no where in sight. The pain in my heart and head were nothing like a ballet, but I was some kind of dance I didn't want to stride.
There was blood there were tears and then there was nothing, an empty feeling inside and Sanji at my side and then, again, everything changed.
My parents had disowned me nearly a year ago when they saw my life going no where. They would never claim this. But I would, and I think that he did. Taking her home, I knew he did. I know he would claim his little girl. His little Caroline Rei.
And true enough, that night it rained. I woke with a start and looked to the little crib in the corner. And there he stood. The light was poor but I had seen him like this for so long, that I knew what he looked like. His face was blank and his eyes were soft. He looked at her like he looked at me. With what I took to be nothing short of pure love and happiness.
She's beautiful was all he said and with a small smile I lied my head back down and closed my eyes. I didn't wake up cold the next morning.