As always,
Enjoy!
~Kyvena
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Graduated from high school now, Indra, Naruto, and Sasuke decided to wait before jumping straight into college for two reasons. The first reason was that it was summer and there were currently no classes to attend. The second reason was due to Tobirama attending Juilliard purely out of spite for Shisui pulling a gun on him... even though he had no real interests in attending the school in the first place. However, Indra was still in a forced relationship that was, by all means, one sided.
Not willing to wait to place herself in another sticky situation where her purity might be stolen by another in an unwilling sense, Indra took the initiative and stole her own purity by using a dildo. She told her father that she would rather her steal her own purity than being forced to hold intercourse. Afterwards, he took his daughter to the doctor once he agreed that her taking her own purity was a better alternative than being raped and had an IUD placed in as her form of birth control.
By the time it was time for school again and they actually entered Juilliard, everyone wanted to meet the two-time world national champion for dance and the two musicians that had accompanied her on her second win. There was never a moment of peace for little miss Indy, Naruto, or Sasuke... but that didn't seem to bother them all too much considering they were as friendly as they got. Still, Indra wanted that duet with Naruto's tweaked duet song that sounded absolutely amazing.
During the middle of their first year, Indra found a duet partner and was excited for this duet... even though Tobirama protested it. However, the director approved of the duet... so there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. So far, the dance wasn't living up to Naruto and Sasuke's standards considering it was supposed to blend the worlds of ballet and street dance together... but there was absolutely no street dance in this routine, and it didn't seem as if there ever would be.
For Izuna, the moment he graduated high school... he took the worst route possible for him and became a full time member of the gang. As of now, him and a few others were out and about to find something to steal when they came upon Juilliard, making him hum, "There has to be something of value in this place." The others nodded once Izuna broke a window with the bottom of his handgun to enter inside of the school, only to begin looking around for anything of value to take.
As they began to look around, one that was with him, Obito, then spoke up, "Dude, is this a damn school for rich kids?!" Izuna could only shrug at this and sigh heavily before grumbling, "I have no damn idea, so why in the fuck are you asking me of all people? It looked like a rich building, so I decided to break in. If you have a problem with it, then take it up with Madara." Obito snickered at Izuna's testy attitude until they came up to a case holding trophies and pictures, "The hell..."
Izuna lifted his brow as he looked around, "What?" Obito could only scoff a laugh at all of the male ballerinas in the pictures, "Dude, you brought us to some school for the rich and gay!" Turning his head, the long-haired male rolled his eyes as the others began to make fun of these pictures as Izuna walked forward before opening a door to enter a lavish auditorium, only to call out, "Yo, come and see this!" Obito and the others entered to see the stage set up for a future play and scoffed.
Walking onto the stage, one person accidentally bumped into a masterfully crafted statue and broke it, making Obito tease as if he were in trouble, "Ooh!" Izuna chuckled softly and spoke out, "They are rich, you dunces. They can afford that." Right then, Izuna broke another on purpose... and soon enough, it got out of hand. This place was being trashed, costumes were being destroyed, the stage no longer appeared perfectly set up... and that's when the stage lights turned on.
Being behind a bunch of costumes, Izuna hurriedly fanned the other's to run as Obito was tackled to the ground. As the others rushed out, Izuna bolted out and punched the guard across the face so hard that Obito was released, only to yell out, "Run!" Obito nodded and skidded to a stop the moment Izuna was grabbed, "Izuna!" Izuna shook his head, "Run dammit!" Nodding, he bolted... and just as he went to grab his gun, he was surrounded by guards with handguns pointed at him.
The next day, there Izuna was... in court. He might have been eligible for prison, but he was given a verdict that he was dreading in the form of a massive amount of time of community service to the school he had broken into... and his hours started on this day. Internally grumbling at how he just had to go and play hero, Izuna was given his court orders and headed to the school. Swearing under his breath as he entered the school, everyone looked at him due to how he was dressed.
His low-rising dark wash jeans complimented his muscular thighs perfectly, his skin-tight V-neck t-shirt showed a few inches of his muscular abdomen and back, his black sweatband around his left wrist, and his cheap lace-up riding boots. Yeah, he didn't look as if he belonged in the club, per say. Making it to the director's office and walking inside without knocking, he then spoke, "I'm Izuna Uchiha." Tsunade, on the phone, glanced over and internally sighed, "Take a seat mister Uchiha."
Albeit Tsunade also being the director for the Institution of Elite Arts Program, she was also the lead director for Juilliard that found the most talented members of her school to hand off all of their information to the Juilliard scouts while running everything concerning both schools. This was how Juilliard and the Institution of Elite Arts Program was honestly linked together. It gained everything from fundings to promising students through the director for both of the schools... Tsunade.
Sitting down in a comfortable chair lazily and waiting, Tsunade then hung the phone up to notice Izuna's uncaring facial expression, only to sarcastically speak, "Well, don't you just appear stricken with remorse for your actions." The long-haired raven could only lift a brow at this as she continued, "You have no idea what you have done, do you." Shrugging his shoulders, he then replied, "I don't know, destroyed a theater?" Tsunade then sighed heavily, "Oh, it's far more than just that."
Seeing no change in his facial expression, Tsunade then leaned forward with her elbows propped up, "The cost of all of that damage was the equivalent to a student's tuition. Would you care to know what that means?" Shrugging his shoulders, the director could only scowl, "Many of our students are here on scholarship. So, in other words... you just ripped away someone's future." His face still unchanging, Izuna could only speak lazily, "I'm sorry? Look, I'm just here to get my hours done."
Standing, Tsunade then motioned for him to follow her, "Come along mister Uchiha." Standing and following, they then came to a stop for Tsunade to speak, "Ah, mister Yamato, this is Izuna Uchiha. He's your new helper, which I'm sure you will be overjoyed for the help." Yamato smirked at Izuna and handed him a broom, "Once the dance studio clears out, you are to sweep it and then mop it, only to then polish the floors. Many lights have gone out too, so you will need to care for those."
Handed everything he would need, Izuna was then handed many trash bags, "Each room, you are to take the trash out. Any rooms with carpet, you are to vacuum. Keep a rag on hand, because you will also be washing the windows. Now, here is a janitor's uniform so that you don't get your... nice... clothing dirty." That internal groaning only became much louder and more pissed off. Tugging the uniform on and flicking his long low ponytail free, Izuna got to work with one scary ass façade.
In the dance room now, Indra was nudged by her new female friend, Sakura, as they waited in line to take their turns, making her look over and blink softly, "Yeah?" Sakura could only look at this godly man in awe as she spoke, "Uh, hello? Who in the hell is that? He is hot as hell!" Shifting her head to witness Izuna, Indra shrugged, "No clue. Why not go talk to him if you are so interested?" Izuna then shifted his head over the moment Indra began to take her turn to do the combination.
The dance instructor clapped her hands as she counted off and praised, "And a one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... good Indra!" Izuna watched Indra intently until she was finished and the instructor clapped, "Great practice everyone!" Walking to her bag and sitting down, Tobirama entered and hatred blazed in Izuna's eyes the moment the silver-haired male leaned down and kissed Indra, "How was practice baby?" Shrugging, Indra forced a smile, "Hey... yeah, it was good."
As they began walking out, Sakura turned her head back, "Is that a new janitor?" Tobirama blinked rapidly and turned his head to see Izuna before smirking, "That's the guy who destroyed the theater." Indra could only turn her head back to look at him with confusion as if that couldn't possibly be true due to how damn beautiful this teen was, only to use that clearly perplexed tone, "Really? That was him?" Sakura then looked at Izuna one last time, "I wouldn't mind taking him to bed."
Taking the trash out, a car, that was clearly stolen, then pulled up for Madara and Obito to get out, "Well, well... Izuna, don't you look like the real deal." Izuna gave a dry expression to his older brother, only for Obito to turn his head as some of the girls from the school walked passed them, "Damn those girls are hot as hell! They look like they came straight out of a sexy dance music video!" Izuna then lifted his brows at this before speaking, "Maybe... but they don't really dance like it."
Madara snickered at Izuna, "Well, perhaps you should give us a demonstration of how they dance." Oh, Madara was fully aware of how these girls danced... he just wanted to play Izuna for a fool. When Izuna gave a demonstration, Madara and Obito both were dying of laughter, only for Izuna to begin that hardcore street dancing, "They can't handle any of this though!" Right then, Indra came to a stop at a window and peered out to see that long low ponytail thrashing about gracefully.
Watching in amazement at how graceful this man was, Indra stared at those sleek movements that held no choreography or restrictions and was as free as a bird, only to mumble softly the second he backflipped off of the stolen car to continue such free movements, "He's... so graceful." Right at that moment, Izuna caught sight of those bright purple orbs inspecting his movements, only for her to become embarrassed over the fact that he had caught her watching him and quickly hid.
"Indy, come on! Time for practice for you to hold onto and claim that three-time in a row world national title! I'm actually surprised that you're brave enough to enter as a duet!" Naruto chirped out as Sasuke approached her to ask, "Why in the hell are you hiding? Did you see something interesting?" Looking out of the window, Sasuke's mouth dropped while thinking, 'She's watching Izuna dancing?!' Blushing heavily, Indra pinched Sasuke's ear, "Let's go! I don't need to be interrogated!"
Making it to the dance room after all other classes were finished for the day, Indra sat in the dance studio to think of her routine that she honestly wasn't too thrilled with. She knew that if she wasn't thrilled with it, the judges at the world national competition wouldn't exactly be thrilled with it either. Closing her eyes and humming, she then heard the sound of crutches and opened her eyes for horror to slap her across the face, "Oh my god, Neji, are you okay?! What happened to you?!"
Sighing, Neji frowned before replying, "Well, during class today, I sprained my ankle. The doctor says that I need to stay off of it for a couple of weeks until it heals completely. I'm so sorry Indra, do you think you can find a partner to practice with until my ankle heals?" Indra felt internally nervous about doing that, but all she could do was look into his eyes, only to reply, "It's not your fault, so don't worry about me. You just worry about healing up, okay?" Neji then nodded, "Thanks Indra."
The day following, many dancers from freshman to seniors were there to try out to effectively take Neji's spot permanently to gain that title of being the best with the girl that already held two of those titles. Izuna was on a ladder changing lights when he watched Indra lifting a senior male up in her arms while claiming, "See? It's not that hard!" Setting the male down, Indra gained distance before running towards him, only for the male to panic and fall to the ground so he couldn't lift her.
Turning his head and watching this epic fail had Izuna scoffing and snorting out a soft laugh. This girl wasn't that large, when on the contrary... she was actually rather tiny. So, it was almost baffling that this man wasn't even attempting to lift her and was panicking over even attempting to do so in the first place. Personally, he wouldn't mind in the slightest to be taking hold of someone that damn beautiful and lifting them in the air as if he were a prince saving a princess from a dragon.
Once this male panicked far too many times for her to handle, Indra held her hand out, "Thank you for coming to try out." The male shook her hand and left, knowing fully well that he had just lost his chance to become a world national champion. The next male was then up and when he went to lift her, he lifted her and ended up dropping her to the ground. Izuna snorted out another laugh once he witnessed this and continued to watch all of these pathetic men calling themselves dancers.
"Thank you for coming," she sighed out as she shook his hand, only to motion the next forward. So far, he was doing well... but her dance held plenty of lifts. Rushing forward for the lift, Indra was then lifted and tossed over this male's shoulder, making her panic, "Oh my god, put me down!" The male kept claiming that he could do it until they both fell to the ground, making her so frustrated that it wasn't even funny. Holding her hand out, Indra shook his hand, "Thank you for coming."
With the next, Indra was at the turn where she would have to lean away from and need his support, only to take his hand and spin out and lose balance due to this male not holding her upright. Tripping over herself and collecting herself, she made the mistake of trying again. The moment they made it to that turn again, the male actually released Indra so that she was hurled to the ground. Oh, she was so pissed that the moment he walked over to help her up, she held a hand up.
Standing up herself and shaking his hand, Indra gave one fake smile, "Thank you for coming to try out." Each male that went after that was no better in the aspect of what she was attempting to accomplish. She fully understood that each dancer held their own strengths and weaknesses, but this... this was just ridiculous. If they already understood their weaknesses, why in the hell would they try out? It wasn't hard to understand that the only reason they were there was to gain that title.
She understood many of them wished to take Neji's spot to gain that world national title as the best, but if they didn't meet the qualifications, then why would they even attempt to try out in the first place? It made no sense to her... and it was almost baffling that they were even trying out for positions that they clearly couldn't pull off to begin with. She was well aware that having her as their partner would no doubt make them champions, but if she already had a routine, then why try?
This free comedy routine went on for a long time... and Izuna was genuinely thrilled as he changed the last light, only for Indra to sit down and sigh heavily while looking defeated, "Dammit all to hell... not even the seniors were up to standards." Sliding down the ladder and wiping his hands off, Izuna walked out, "I'll do it." Looking up, Indra wasn't following as she asked, "Do what?" Motioning out to the dance floor and chuckling softly, he answered, "Whatever you were trying to do."
Oh, sassy couldn't even begin to describe the look she now gave him, only to reply dryly, "You want to lift me?" Shrugging, Izuna remembered her lifting a male, only for him to end up tossing her over his shoulder like a rag doll, "I know you saw me dancing yesterday." Figuring that she knew what he was trying to do, Indra stood up and sighed, "Yes, I witnessed you dancing, what's your point exactly? Ugh, thank you... but you aren't going to use me to get out of cleaning the windows."
Shrugging, Izuna began to walk away while claiming out, "I was just trying to help out is all. Good luck trying to find a dance partner." As he walked further and further away, Indra remembered how sleek his movements were and how strong he was to hold himself up with a single hand, making her call out nervously, "Wait." Stopping and turning around to face her with a lifted brow, Indra rushed forward, which he seemed to understand as he swiftly lifted her into the air effortlessly.
Shocked at his strength, Indra stared at him before he dropped her to catch her in both of his arms, making her wrap her arms around the back of his neck as he spoke, "What next?" Gulping heavily and blushing, she swiftly released his neck and whispered out, "Put me down..." Setting her down on her feet, she took his hand and tugged him along to follow her. Making it to the director's office, Indra knocked before entering, "Director Tsunade, I just need his help for a couple of weeks."
Tsunade appeared shocked as she replied, "Have you tested out all of the other free dancers?" Indra nodded at this, "Yes. None of them can handle my routine. I've seen him dance before and he should do fine as a substitute until Neji's ankle heals up." Peering at Izuna, who wasn't seeming to take this seriously, Tsunade could only sigh heavily, "Don't make me regret this decision Indra..." Nodding her head with a bright smile, Indra released a heavy silent breath, "Thank you director."
The sassy brunette turned to walk towards the door, only to stop and turn her head towards Izuna before speaking, "Be here by three o'clock. Bring your tights and dance shoes." Before he could say a single thing in return, she left. Blowing his bangs up, all he could do was think, 'Does it fucking look like I own any damn tights or dance shoes?! What damn gang member owns a pair of tights?! I can already hear Madara now if he ever catches me in a pair of fucking tights of all things.'
Leaving with a sigh, Izuna began to exit the building with a smirk while thinking to himself, 'Now, that's one hell of a way to play the system to get out of my community service. Find a beautiful desperate girl who needs a dance partner that gets me out of cleaning. I get to dance while also having someone that's easy on the eyes to dance with. Score.' Returning back to the bad side of town, Izuna walked inside of the home that him, his brother, and father lived inside of, "I'm home..."
Right then, the father of the family and prior leader of the gang, Tajima, walked out to see that his youngest son, that was still alive, just returning home as he got ready to go to work, "Izuna, you're late. As the second in command, you must be here when called upon at any moment. Now, would you care to explain as to where in the hell you have been?" Izuna ran his hand through his long low ponytail before huffing, "If you must know, I was doing my community service for the day."
Tajima laced his belt holding his handgun around his hips with a scowl as he spoke, "And you expect that I will believe such nonsense? No community service lasts this late into the night. Now, I expect for you to tell me the truth." The long-haired raven scowled deeply at this before gritting out, "Why in the fuck would I lie about something like that?! For fucks sake, you're not even the leader anymore, yet you sure as hell like to push us around as if you are still the damn leader of us."
"Do you care to pass that by me again son?! Go ahead, I dare you to say it again," this furious father spat out in return to his son, making Izuna gain a lazy fared and bland facial expression as he spoke in return, "I said that you're not the leader of the gang anymore. Therefore, you no longer have any rights to be demanding answers from me as if you still are the leader. You would be wise to remember that I outrank you now, considering you left the gang long ago to work a normal job."
Right as this angered father went to bark angrily, Madara walked out as he looked over paperwork while humming, only for Tajima to growl out, "Madara, get ahold of your damn officers and keep them in line. I never made the mistake of allowing my officers to go off on their own." Continuing to skim over that paperwork, Madara then lightly grasped his chin and spoke in a rather distracted tone of voice, "So you have told me." Tajima snapped out as he left, "Madara, Izuna has returned."
Peering up, Madara sat that pile of paperwork down before speaking, "Where in the hell have you been?" Ruffling the short portions of his hair, the long-haired raven then sighed, "In a way, I got out of my community service by some girl losing her dance partner and needing a replacement for some world national title competition until his ankle heals. I guess that I'll still be doing the community service... but I'll be doing something other than taking out the trash and cleaning windows."
Lifting a brow, the moody older brother then replayed what his little brother had just claimed, only for his eyes to unnoticeably widen, "One moment, you do not mean Indra, do you?" Izuna could only shift his eyes to look at his older brother in clear surprise, "How did you know that?" Madara could only chuckle at this as he picked that stack of paper up again, "I've been a huge fan of hers for a long time now. She's won the world national title twice now, and I've seen all of her dances."
That was surprising enough to hear, making Izuna fold his arms across his chest, "Really? One moment... this world national title thing... that's the same dance competition that you watch on television each year, isn't it?" Madara chuckled and nodded as he began to swap through different papers, "That would be the same exact one. Each year has always been amazing to watch due to the level of skill. However, Indra has always been my favorite dancer to watch each year... but..."
He paused for a moment and shifted his onyx eyes over subtly while remembering that recording he held of Izuna and Indra dancing together with an internal smile. Izuna could only further lift his brow once his older brother didn't continue, only to speak out with folded arms, "But, what?" Madara could only chuckle under his breath before continuing, "It's nothing. Now, get some rest. If I know anything, she will work you half to death. These dancers work hard to get where they are at."
Izuna then spoke out seriously, "I will. However, you will want to know this." Madara gave his brother his full attention at this point before he continued, "Tobirama attends that same school." This made Madara's eyebrows lift in clear surprise over this bit of information that had just been given to him, "Wait, Tobirama attends Juilliard?" This made Izuna nod his head and fold his arms as he claimed out in a calm tone of voice, "Yeah, he's in a relationship with the girl I am now dancing with."
This made Madara completely shocked, considering the fact that Shisui had told him that Indra had broken up with Tobirama. Sighing heavily and folding his arms, the moody male then dropped his arms and began to rub at his temples while claiming, "I'm going to have to inform Shisui of this news." Lifting his eyebrow over this, Izuna now needed to know why, so he asked, "Uh, why in the hell would you need to inform Shisui of all people over this? Does he hold some connection?"
Chuckling dryly, the moody male could only nod at this as he spoke, "That he does." The long-haired raven had to ask about this, so he did, "What, is this girl a lover of his... or something?" Madara dropped his hands from his temples to resume their folded position as he replied through a soft chuckle, "Not in the slightest. That girl is Shisui's daughter. She was once a triplet. Indra was the first born, the deceased Ashura was the second born, and our beloved Izumi was the third born."
Appearing shocked, Izuna's mouth could only gape wide open before he managed to fumble out, "Big brother... you... you're kidding with me, right?" Madara could only shake his head at his younger brother, "I'm afraid not. Besides, you know that I am not the type to joke in the slightest." Izuna could only appear shocked and was about to further question until Madara chuckled while holding a single hand up, "Go on and head to bed now Izuna. I'm rather sure that you will need the sleep."
With the day to follow at three in the afternoon, Izuna walked inside of the dance studio, "I'm not late." Indra could only give a scowl, "You aren't dressed as I have asked either. You can change in the bathroom." She watched as he removed his shirt to be in a black tank top, only to toss it on a chair while speaking, "Done. Yeah, I remember what you said... but does it honestly look like I own any tights?" Groaning, she reached in her bag to pull out her spare male sweats, "Change now."
Changing and walking out while fixing his hair, the sassy missy motioned beside her, "I'm going to start us off." Nodding his head, Indra then began, "Prep, turn... step, fan... transition by crossing your leg in front of the other and slide to the ground... and roll to the right. Got it?" Running his hand through the short portions of his hair, Izuna nodded, making Indra count off... only for Izuna to not realize that he needed to begin at the end of eight, making him baffled, "Oh, my bad."
"Start after eight. Now, five, six, seven, eight," she counted while watching this train wreck while doing it perfectly. She had to remember that this man was a street dancer, not a ballerina like Neji. Right as they finished the combination, Tobirama walked in, "Don't you look professional." Izuna glared at this comment as Indra internally stabbed her brain, "Tobirama, I would like to hold onto my title." Tobirama rolled his eyes, "Come on baby, take a break from this train wreck to get coffee."
The hell? They just started and he was suggesting for her to take a break? Sighing heavily, Indra shook her head, "No, I can't." Tobirama continued to attempt to put Izuna down while bribing her to get away from the long-haired raven, making him finally speak up as if he didn't know the silver-haired fucker, "I'm sorry... but is there an issue?" Tobirama then smirked at Izuna, "Oh, not at all princess." Izuna stepped forward furiously, "We can take this outside if you want to settle this."
Furious at this point, Indra shouted out, "Enough you two! Tobirama, Izuna and I have a lot of work to do, so get the hell out!" Shoving the silver-haired male out and closing the dance studio doors, Indra frowned, "I'm sorry about his behavior." This made Izuna blink adorably, "Why are you apologizing? From where I stand, you have nothing to apologize for." Indra smiled softly and showed the combination again, only for him to find this incredibly stiff and boring, making him groan.
"What's wrong," she questioned out, only for him to shrug, "It's just stiff..." Indra could only narrow her eyes, "Your point being?" Izuna could only sigh heavily, "My point being that it's boring." The sassy brunette could only scowl at the long-haired raven, "Well, then it's boring. Now, deal with it and perform what I have taught you." Indra could only think about what he had just said and had to internally agree with what he had just claimed. Yeah, she had to admit that it was stiff too.
Izuna sighed softly while internally groaning at the statement that she had just made before claiming something that neither him or her remembered at that point that this had been her to begin with, "I once danced with a ballerina that was open with her style of dance and performed ballet while I performed street dance long ago." Indra then scowled at the comment made before externally scoffing at her, "Well, that's probably why she no longer dances with you any longer. Now, hush."
By the end of the practice for the day, Izuna appeared drained, bored, and unenthusiastic about the dance she had partially taught him to memorize. People would kill to be her dance partner to gain that world national title... but him... he seemed to dread the routine that she had even showed him to begin with. Now she was beginning to feel self-conscious about the routine that she had made as a whole. Was her routine honestly that stiff, boring, unenjoyable, and displeasing to the eye?
As Indra packed her dance bag up, she instantly took notice in his facial expression before clearing her throat, making him turn his face towards her before she spoke, "I'll see you tomorrow at three. So, I expect for you to purchase and bring tights to our next practice." Snapping away to begin walking off so that she could head back home to gain rest, Indra then left the building while thinking and pondering deeply over this entire situation at hand concerning her dance routine.
Remaining in the dance studio after Indra had left for the night, Izuna continued to practice such a stiff and boring routine. Pulling out his cheap prepaid phone, Izuna looked up her previous dances and sat down to watch them before continuing to practice. Watching those routines, he felt mesmerized at how free these dances appeared compared to the dance that he was now performing. Compared to her two prior dances that had made her a champion... this dance was missing something.
Standing up, he began to make street dance choreography to add into the first dance out of one hundred dances that she had made. By the time he checked his watch as sweat dripped from his bangs, Izuna almost instantly swore, "Fuck! I need to leave!" Tugging his shirt back on, Izuna bolted out of the studio after shutting the lights off. He had no ride, so he had to run all the way back to his home. However, by this point in time, he was well aware that he had to head to the clubhouse.
Reaching her home, Indra entered through the door to hear Naruto and Sasuke in one of the music rooms. Walking to it, Indra hid behind the door to listen to hear the two speaking. Naruto sighed heavily as he spoke, "I don't know about you, but I've never been so damn reluctant to compose any of Indy's dance songs before." Sasuke could only hum in return, "Out of all one hundred dances that Indra has choreographed for this world national title competition, I don't feel any emotions..."
This hurt to hear... but she continued to listen in as Naruto basically spoke a frown, "Yeah... I mean, it almost feels like she is trying to force a black hole that is devoid of any and all emotions onto everyone." Sasuke could only nod at this as he replied, "I know what you mean. I mean, if you watch her past two competitions, all one hundred of her routines are bursting at the seams with various different emotions for the crowd to feel. This time though... her routines are stiff and boring."
Indra never knew that all one hundred of her routines were actually that bad... and it made her eyes fill with tears over the words now being spoken. Was Izuna actually correct over these matters? Were her routines actually that stiff and boring? Not able to listen to anymore, Indra walked to Ashura's room and opened the door before entering and closing the door. Sitting on her deceased brother's bed, Indra pulled her knees to her chest while crying softly, "Ashura, I'm letting you down."
Unable to sleep no matter what she tried, Indra stood up and walked out of the home before getting in her car for once. She drove for hours on end until noticing that it was almost three. Speeding to Juilliard and parking, Indra swiftly changed in her car before getting out and walking to the dance room to stretch. All she could do was quietly think about everything that had been said about all one hundred of her routines that had been made thus far for the world national title competition.
Entering the dance studio while wearing a pair of black roll up sweats, Izuna noticed as to how exhausted Indra appeared almost instantly and gained an overly worried facial expression over her current status. The moment he entered the dance studio, Indra turned her head to look at the long-haired raven and almost instantly gave him a dry facial expression before speaking, "I told you to purchase and wear tights today. So, might I ask as to why you have not done as I have asked?"
Now, there was no way in hell that he was ever going to buy a pair of tights. That just wasn't going to happen in this life, nor the next. Giving a dry face, he blew his bangs up, "Don't expect for me to ever wear tights like your other ballerina pals, because that will never happen. Besides, does it look like I have the money to purchase all of those expensive tights? Sorry to bust your bubble, but I live on the poor side of town and rarely have the money to buy anything new for myself at all."
Peering at the sassy lass that wasn't... well... sassing for once, Izuna then cleared his throat, "So... um... I watched all two hundred of your previous dances from the two other world national title competitions last night. So, I... uh... came up with some moves to add into your dances that maybe you'd like to use." Indra discarded what he had just claimed before speaking out, "Today, we are going to work on drilling ballet into your mind. Such as pirouettes, leaps, and various other moves."
With how he was just ignored, Izuna became frustrated as fuck, but he did do her little lessons per her requests and demands. By the end of her little lessons, Izuna tried again, "Indra, I came up with some moves to add into your dances that maybe you'd like to incorporate." Witnessing her sharp eyes snap towards him, she then scowled, "Unacceptable! You will be doing the dances that I have choreographed! I don't need an outside party giving me hints or tricks over my dances!"
Saying that this pissed him off would be the understatement of the millennium... and that anger followed him to the next day as well. Walking around with a few of his gang members, Izuna then grumbled, "I have to go get my community service hours done for the day." Getting distracted further for an extra hour, his eyes widened immensely, "Fuck! I have to go now!" Bolting, he knew that it was going to be a thirty minute run before he actually arrived to perform those boring dances.
With how Izuna hadn't arrived at three, Indra continuously checked her watch before becoming so frustrated that she simply left the dance studio. Walking to where her boyfriend was, Indra sat inside of the room where Naruto was helping him so that she could listen to him sing as the blonde male helped him compose his tracks. Izuna then skidded inside of the dance studio to see an ongoing class, only to exit to hear Tobirama singing. Approaching the room, he witnessed Indra sitting in.
"Indra, I'm sorry that I'm so late," he gasped out, making her sharp purple gaze snap towards him, "Where were you?! You're an hour and thirty minutes late!" He knew that no excuse that he could give her would be good enough, but he tried anyway, "I got held up at work, I'm sorry! I ran here as fast as I possibly could! " Indra could only huff at him, "I don't think you understand how important this is to me!" Motioning his hand, he then spoke, "Come on, let's go and practice now!"
Frustrated that he wasn't understanding, the long-haired brunette scowled at him, "We can't! There are other dancers in the dance studio now! It would be a different story if you would have showed up on time!" Tobirama then entered the room to listen to the track that he had just made, only to comment out, "Some of us actually take this seriously. Now leave, we are trying to work." Stepping back and snapping away with a scowl, Izuna could only begin walking away completely silent.
Returning to the director's office, he made her aware that he was going to return to cleaning before heading home. Figuring that he had learned his lesson, Indra stood in the dance studio the next day for hours all alone. Checking her watch at how Izuna was over four hours late, Indra packed her dance bag before picking it up with a scowl. Walking out of the dance studio, Indra came to a furious stop the moment she witnessed the long-haired raven mopping the filthy school floors.
Storming up to him, Indra came to a stop and blurted out, "Where were you?! I needed your help!" Izuna could only lift a single eyebrow before replying, "Yeah, that wasn't going to work for me. It didn't seem as if you needed me anyway." With tears filling her eyes, Indra felt like such an idiot for letting him use her as she spat out, "I can't believe that I actually trusted you! I feel so stupid!" Shrugging his shoulders, Izuna spoke in return, "People make stupid decisions all the time."
Snapping away, Indra began to walk away while wiping tears of frustration away from her face as she spoke through muffled sobs, "I can't believe you..." Izuna learned to not get his hopes up over anything, so he sighed, "Listen, I gotta get back to work now." By the time he was given clearance to go home for the day, he walked inside of the clubhouse and sat down, only to hear people making jabs at him, "At least I can stick with something unlike Izuna! He never sticks to anything!"
Upon hearing that coming from someone in the gang, Izuna sat there silently while thinking deeply. He wondered why they would say something like that of all things at a time like this. Looking back at his entire life... he realized that they were absolutely correct. Not once had he ever truly stuck with anything that he had ever started... and now he had to wonder as to why he didn't. Thinking back to Indra's hurt face, the guilt of ditching her when she had needed him finally hit him hard.
Her betrayed expression was all he could think about for the rest of the night as he pondered everything. By the end of the night, his eyes sharpened with focus and determination. This was one thing that he had started, and was actually going to stick to it. It didn't matter if he truly enjoyed the dances at all at this point in his damn life, considering the fact that he was now bound and determined to, for once, finish something that he had initially started until the very end no matter what.
With it being the weekend now, Indra paced back and forth in the dance room that was built inside of her home. Naruto walked inside of the massive dance room with Sasuke, only for the both of them to appear rather baffled at how Indra was pacing while ringing her hands and chewing on her bottom lip anxiously over her current predicament of having to create a whole new one hundred dances that weren't duets... for she now had to create a whole new roster of solos instead.
Both teens knew what this anxious pacing meant. She had lost her duet partner and now had to create one hundred solos in the place of holding that many duets. Approaching the stressed long-haired brunette, Sasuke placed his hand gently on her shoulder, not knowing that once Neji had sprained his ankle, that Izuna had stepped up to be her stand-in duet partner, only to frown before uttering a single word to her, "Hey Indy, are you alright? You seem really troubled over something."
"How could I not be troubled?! He just pulled out as my duet partner and now I have to create one hundred solos in such a short amount of time," she blurted out in a stress-filled tone, making Sasuke's eyes slightly widen over the statement, only to speak in return, "Neji pulled out a few months before the world national title competition?!" Indra's sharp gaze snapped towards him before stating, "What? Neji sprained his ankle, so I've been practicing with a replacement named Izuna!"
This was news to him, considering the fact that the composer and musicians practiced apart until only a month was left until the performance. This comment had made Sasuke's eyes widen immensely before shakily replying, "What? You've been practicing with Izuna?!" Turning towards Sasuke, Indra peered down, "It doesn't matter anymore... I'm bound to lose that world national title that I've been holding onto. I now need to create solos..." Yeah, that was a huge issue to say the least.
Peering down, Indra's lip began to quiver before she spoke shakily, "Leave me be... I need to think of one hundred brand new routines..." The two male teens frowned and left the room, only for Sasuke to let Shisui know that he was going out for a bit. Leaving was all he could do at this point to head to where Izuna was bound to be in the hopes that he could persuade the long-haired raven to practice with Indra once again. All he could do was hope and pray that he was there as of now.
Arriving at the house that everyone always partied at, he parked and stood up before walking inside of the party house. Peering around, Sasuke then walked down the stairs to where everyone danced. Looking around, he found Madara and approached before speaking, "Madara, where is Izuna?" Madara shifted a frown from side to side, "Actually, I'm not entirely sure where Izuna is. Perhaps he is out doing something that would place his life in danger. If you find him, let me know."
By the time Monday rolled around, Indra practiced her few solo routines until she couldn't handle being in the dance studio any longer. Walking to her dance bag and picking it up, the brunette slowly exited the school for Izuna to rush up to her, "Indra! I'm sorry!" Scowling, Indra continued to walk to her motorcycle while speaking, "What, not in the mood to clean any windows today?" Making it to her motorcycle, she was then stopped by Izuna, "Will you stop and listen to me?!"
Pushing him away, the sassy brunette glared at the long-haired raven, "I don't trust anything that you have to say to me! I don't think you understand a single thing about this! If I don't win this, I go nowhere and I won't have a future! I will have absolutely nothing!" Izuna took in a deep breath and slammed his eyes shut as he spoke, "Look, I understand! I know everything about having nothing! So let's get back to work and do this!" Indra shook her head furiously, "It's too late Izuna..."
As she walked away, Izuna slammed his eyes shut out of shame as he spoke, "Then I wish you the best of luck..." Turning away, the two parted ways and Indra worked tirelessly to create those solos. However, when it all came down to it, she knew that she was in trouble. Her goal had been to win the world national title competition four times in a row, and one might ask why. If you won the competition four times in a row, you were crowned as the world's most elite dancer of all times.
This was a title that had never been achieved by anyone before, and each year before she was capable of competing there was always a different dancer crowned... but if you did win it, you never had to compete again unless you chose to do so. You couldn't win one year, lose the next, then win the next year. It had to be four consecutive wins with no losses so to speak of. She already held two of those titles, and it only made her even more determined to win those remaining two titles.
By the time it was go time again, little miss Indy was actually panicking internally. As per usual, nothing ever went well if this wasn't the dance that she was honestly wishing to perform. She had been wanting a duet for the longest time... but apparently that wasn't going to happen. Looking up at the ceiling, she figured that she was going to blow it on the first day of the competition. Many girls were already gunning after her to sabotage her... but that wasn't exactly necessary at all.
Indra was fully capable of sabotaging herself due to how her brain chose to function. If the dance wasn't how she envisioned it, she might as well be ready to improvise her entire dance again. It was only the first day... and the moment she heard her number called, she stiffened up completely. She had heard that two famous dancers had entered this year... and the moment she walked out of her dressing room, she passed them both... and her mind went completely blank over her routine.
Nervous as hell once she made it on stage, she knew that the first song was upbeat, so she softly chuckled the moment she heard Naruto starting the song. Oh, she improvised the entire dance once again, completely dumbfounding Naruto, Sasuke, Shisui, and Izumi entirely. Each round leading up to the finals was only a max of three minutes... so she performed an entire three minutes of a beautiful, upbeat, bubbly, fascinating, and dumbfounding routine that secured her spot.
Madara currently sat in the clubhouse with the television locked onto the competition, only to become completely floored the moment he witnessed Indra's routine. With a gaped mouth, he leaned forward a bit to watch closer. He had found out from Shisui that she was completely OCD when it came to her routines. So, if it weren't the way she had envisioned it, her mind would shut down entirely and would almost instantly become completely blank the moment she made it on the stage.
By the end of her... "routine"... the crowd went wild as she gave a graceful curtsy. With her being the last to perform due to being the two-time holder of the title, the announcer made his way on stage and began to call out who was moving on to day two. It came as no shock to anyone who was watching when the two famous dancers and Indra had their numbers called to move onto the next round. But no one, except a select few, actually knew that Indra had improvised her entire dance.
The next ninety-nine days were no different than the first day either, considering the fact that this wasn't the routine that she was actually wanting to perform. She would practice her actual routine, get ready, and the moment she would make it onto the stage... her mind would go blank and completely forget her dance, only to then miraculously make it to the next round. This was not only baffling her... but it was also baffling everyone who actually knew that she even was improvising.
With it being the final day and her time to shine, Indra went last again since she was the two-time champion... and improvised yet another dance. But this dance was substantially different considering she improvised for thirteen minutes straight. By the time she had finished without taking any breaks again, the crowd was going crazy. She honestly didn't know how anyone could think that those train wrecks classified as dances were even moving on, but she had done it again... by winning.
When her name was called as the winner, even Indra appeared baffled that she had just outclassed two famous dancers by using completely improvised dances and simply accepted the win. This only meant that she only had to win one more title until she was truly... the best. In all honesty, no one had ever witnessed a dancer of her caliber before, and no one she knew could actually claim that they had beat and were praised by two famous dancers at the world national title competition.
After giving an interview and telling the tabloids that she had honestly improvised each and every dance that they had witnessed, and the only way she knew what to do was because she remembered the songs that were being played. Everyone was absolutely floored that this girl had won a third time by improvising all of her routines through remembering the songs that were going to be played by the conductor and musician that were now always playing at all of her performances.
To say the least, all this managed to accomplish was placing an even larger target on her back so that she didn't win that fourth world national title competition. Everyone at Juilliard was absolutely thrilled that she had won... but the rest of the world wasn't so kind in that aspect for just being happy for her. Now, she received a lot of hate mail, threats to not attend the next world national title competition, and plenty of people putting her dancing down or even sending her death threats.
However, what she didn't know was that most of those death threats came from Senju dancers that hadn't even made it passed day twenty to fifty... and were connected to the Senju gang. Those threats had been made possible because of her boyfriend that she actually despised being with. Tobirama delivered all of the news... and also delivered all of the hate mail that wished her dead. He would only claim, "I bumped into some of your fans that asked me to give you these letters."
Indra learned fairly quick to never read anything that Tobirama ever brought her and kept all of her hate mail tucked away in her locker at school. If she won the fourth title, she would never have to enter that competition ever again... and that was something that she was rather thankful for. The world national title competition gave and stole something from you all at once. It gave you a sense of accomplishment... while it also stole a part of your sanity and a good portion of your life.
Once the competition ended, you got right back to work on making routines... for there had to be one hundred of them in total, which left little to no time for a social life at all. She would have her final win at that god forsaken competition to be her way, no matter the cost. She didn't care if she had to train someone from step one at this point in her life. Her fourth and, hopefully, final competition... she was bound and determined to win it the way she wanted it to be done... a duet.
Izuna hadn't been the same since Indra shot him down for him to be her partner. Currently cleaning the windows in the dance studio as dancers entered, he released a gentle breath of air as the class started. Sakura nudged Indra gently and snickered, "Hottie at two o'clock!" Lifting her brow at this, Indra turned her head to see Izuna, only to chuckle and roll her eyes, "Why not go and ask him on a date then." Sakura blushed at that comment before fanning her hands, "No way!"
Snickering, Indra could only place the back of her hand against her forehead dramatically, "The world might be doomed then!" Sakura could only roll her eyes and fold her arms across her chest before blowing her bangs up, "Well, with the way he keeps... discreetly... eyeballing you, I figured that he had a thing for you. I mean, you two would make a super cute couple. Besides... haven't you heard all of the rumors about Tobirama? Apparently, he used Naruto to get signed without him."
"What?! Naruto made all of his music though!" Sakura could only nod at that, "Yeah, I know... a dick move." Indra softly hissed out, obviously not happy over what she had just been told, "Please tell me that you are kidding! Tobirama went and got signed without the person that even made his music possible?!" The pinkette could only shake her head and whisper in return, "No, I'm not kidding at all. When you look at Naruto's face, you can basically read that all of the rumors are true."
Once the dance class concluded, Indra didn't change and left her dance bag in the studio as she stormed out to find her boyfriend surrounded by girls, only to blurt out, "You got signed without Naruto?! Are you kidding me?!" All of the girls quickly left and Tobirama hushed her, "Listen, they only wanted me because they said Naruto was, at best, a subpar composer. It came out of nowhere and it was so sudden." That was a damn lie... and she knew that to be a fact and more as she glared.
Ever since Naruto had begun composing all of her dance music, people... including the bigshots... haven't given him a moment of peace and quiet. Swiping her hand in front of her body, Indra could only growl out, "That is a damn lie! People everywhere have been attempting to recruit Naruto ever since he began performing live for all of my competitions that you never attend! You know what? I can't handle you anymore, I really just can't. I feel like you are slowly burying me alive."
As Indra began to walk away, in need of finding a duet partner, Tobirama called out, "You're breaking up with me?!" Continuing to walk, Indra then furiously called out, "Yes, I'm breaking up with you! Go ahead and pull a gun on me again! At this point in my life I really couldn't care less and believe that it would be less painful!" Scowling at the furious brunette, the silver-haired male could only call out in return angrily, "This has nothing to do with me, does it?! This is all about Izuna!"
Indra turned her sharp purple gaze back towards Tobirama before spitting out, "I have better things to worry about right now... like finding a duet partner for the world national title competition that you didn't attend a single performance for! I can't let my deceased little brother or my little sister down when it comes to the final world national title competition that I will have to attend. So, my answer to that statement is no. This is all about me and my future that you don't care about."
This time... he let her go without a fuss, considering she had honestly sounded fed up with everyone and everything. Entering the dance studio and blowing her bangs up, she knew many of these male dancers and began pointing at them before motioning to the door, "You all don't have what it takes." With two choices left... she wasn't exactly thrilled over those two choices. Her first choice was an extremely slow learner... while her second choice wasn't much better and held weak ankles.
Shifting her eyes to Izuna every couple of seconds, Indra had to remind herself that he had betrayed her trust already. When those two men were dismissed due to their lack of skill, Indra sat down and looked up at the ceiling while mumbling, "Ashura... what do I do now?" The window Izuna was cleaning then gained a warm glow, making her shake her head and mumble, "Ashura... no. He betrayed me once already. I can't trust him at all. Any other bright ideas? I've got nothing."
Izuna turned his head towards Indra to see a single tear slide down the corner of her eyes, making him shift his gaze away until gaining the feeling as if someone were now gently pushing him to go to her. Giving up the fight, he wiped his hands off and approached her before speaking, "Indra, you know that I'll be your partner again..." As stubborn as always, Indra folded her arms before huffing, "Like I said before, you aren't going to use me to get out of your work. I won't fall for it again."
Slamming his eyes shut over that, the long-haired raven could only blurt out, "I'm sorry for breaking your trust! It won't happen again Indra!" Shooting her sharp bright purple orbs towards him, Indra stood up and scowled, "Why in the hell should I believe that you won't abandon me again?!" He dreaded saying this, but he said it anyway, "Look, I'll do anything for you to trust me again!" That single comment made Indra lift a brow, "You are telling me that you are willing to do anything?"
Nodding his head, Indra could only smirk, "Alright, meet me here at six." Rapidly blinking at this, Izuna could only nod. However, he had no idea what he had just signed up for. By the time he returned, a leotard and tights were tossed at him before she pointed at the bathroom. He had said that he would do anything, so he internally groaned as he went and changed into the attire that she had bought for him. Exiting once changed, Indra had to bite her lip to not laugh at this man.
Teaching ballet lessons with Izuna as one of her students now, Indra smiled as she passed all of the little girls, "Now, first position." Izuna had no damn idea what first position meant, so he copied a six-year-old little girl that was in front of him as Indra continued, "Lean forward and touch your toes with straight backs!" Passing Izuna, Indra scoffed a laugh at this man that was tougher than nails as she inspected his form before speaking out to her class, "Reach up high and touch the sky."
He couldn't help it... so the moment he heard Indra laughing at him, he snorted out a soft laugh through his nostrils as well. Turning, the instructor in the form of the sassy lass called out, "Very good! Now, move to second position!" Continuing to walk, she made it through all positions before all of the little girls and Izuna made it to the dance floor, "Now, we are going to practice our beautiful turns with perfect forms! So, prep and hold so I can make sure that all of you appear perfect!"
By the end of the class, Indra and Izuna re-entered the studio once he changed for her to laugh hysterically at him. After having a good laugh at this man, Indra calmed and began to drill the final dance she had instead of starting at the first dance, considering the fact that the final dance was the only one that he would actually be part of. It wasn't against the rules to bring in a partner for a dance. However, if they pulled it off... he would be awarded with that world national title as well.
By doing this, it was more or less like a cheat to anyone who went through all ninety-nine dances, for he would gain all four titles in one shot due to her already holding three of the titles. It seriously wasn't fair for anyone who had worked so hard to even get as far as they did... and with her holding three-time world national titles, it... by default... gave him those three-time national titles as well since it was her. If they won... yeah... he'd be exempt from ever having to actually compete.
As the ending of their practice came upon them, the two began to exit the building side by side. Turning his head towards Indra, the long-haired raven shifted a frown from side to side, only for Indra to calm herself and place her hand over his masculine paw, "You said that you had some recommendations for the routine, right? Tomorrow, I wish to see what you came up with." This made Izuna's eyes sparkle before nodding, "It's more or less for me, not you. I hope that you will like it."
Once the next day was upon them, Izuna arrived dressed in sweats that were rolled up to his knees to witness Naruto. Smirking and holding his hand up as Indra spoke to her friend, Naruto did the same, "What's up Izuna?" Noticing the look that the blonde now held, Izuna approached him, "What's wrong?" Naruto handed his headphones over for Izuna to take so that he could listen, only for him to take them and begin listening to the beat, "This is sweet Naruto. Is Indra using this?"
Naruto shook his head, only for the long-haired raven to whistle to Indra. With her attention caught, Izuna handed the headphones back before speaking, "That one turn, I was thinking about you wrapping your leg around my stomach as I face you to hold your leg in place, only for you to then leap out with me gripping your thighs to show a close connection." Obviously knowing what turn he was speaking about, she could only nod at him while envisioning this done, "Alright, let's try it."
With the two turning, Izuna held her leg before she took his hand and turned out, only for him to then release her hand for her to turn back and leap for him to gently grip her thighs the moment she leapt and swiftly release her so that she could roll to the ground as he slid to his knees behind her to tenderly place a hand upon her belly as she leaned to the side before using his hold to press off of the ground so he could lift her to leap over his shoulder effortlessly to land on her feet.
As she leapt over his shoulder, Izuna released her to roll over his shoulder and catch himself with a single hand before lowering to his feet at the same moment that she landed on her feet. Indra's eyes became widened over how beautiful this had appeared and smiled brightly before nodding, "I love it! Let's do it a few more times to make sure that it's completely synchronized!" Izuna was actually shocked that she had liked it and was wanting to incorporate this into her dance at all.
Watching this intently, Naruto smiled softly that his music was finally being danced to as it should've been danced to this entire time. Izuna was inserting his style of dance that combined and clashed Indra's world of dance by bringing the parallel worlds of his sharp and sleek movements that his street dance held to harmonize with Indra's finely polished and entirely graceful world of ballet to appear absolutely beautiful together. This, by all means, was going to be a dance to remember...