Sorry for not updating in such a long time. But i think this chapter could keep you entertained for a while, while I go and update the rest.

I do not own naruto

"Itachi, you are the Danseur. So start acting like it," The teacher bellowed at him. "You are supposed to support the ballerina. Not let her fall. I swear as we get closer and closer to the week of the performance, the more stupid you get." Ok, so there was an up side to being the only girl in the class, I didn't get blamed for half the stuff that was my fault. It was now about seven weeks into the school year and I have been working really hard for the upcoming performance we are doing for a charity, that all the rich folks would be at. "Itachi, hold her here." the teacher yanked Itachi's hands off of me and griped me with his hands. "Boys, come here. While I'm at it I might as well just show you where you should hold a ballerina in En dehors." He held my left hand as I lifted my right leg to the side and made a clockwise circle. As I did that motion he put his other hand on my right hip. "see that boys. Not only are you supporting her, but you are also not constricting her movements. Ok. You can drop that." I sighed as I slowly lowered my leg. "Itachi, go practice in another room with Itsuko." Our teacher waived us off, clearly annoyed that Itachi wasn't getting this.

"Are you trying to make me look bad?" I asked him. He stopped in the middle of the floor in studio next to our class.

"No." was his short answer. He's been ignoring me and giving me short answers since the end of the second week, when we found we had to dance together.

"Then what? Don't you know that our teacher has this bruising grip. Wait you wouldn't because your not the one in his hands are you danseur?" he just glared at me and turned on the music. "you are so…annoying Itachi. I'm your partner for this. And if I bruise any more or hit the floor any more I might just break something. And then I can't dance."

"Is that all you care about? Dancing? God girl you like some dancing machine." he suddenly bellowed at me.

"we'll excuse me for knowing that I am at a dance school." I retorted.

"I know that, but seriously we aren't the only one's going to be performing."

"I know that, but we are the only one's from the ballet section of the school. And I don't want to look like I am ten years old again."

"What does looking like a ten year old have to do with this?"

"The way we are performing now, is how I performed when I was ten. Now you either get you ass up in gear and practice or we will not perform." I was huffing for breath now. I was so pissed off. How could he just be a lazy ass when we where to perform in a couple of days.

"Your friend was right. You strive to far."

"What's wrong with trying to be better than you are now?"

"Um…your attitude. Your constant pestering for practice. That's what!"

"If you didn't want to practice then you should have said no. Now since you don't feel like practicing to day, I'll see you on performance day." I huffed and walked out of the studio. Fine, if he wanted to look like a fool, then he should. I can do, all the stuff we are doing now as partners by myself. This should make him look like a fool on stage and me as a star. One, because I will practice with out him and two because I strive to be better than the last time. So when is performance day you ask, well its in a week. I'll let him enjoy his time of freedom.

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The lights and the stage….my stoic pain. Ok, so I was nervous, I normally didn't perform in front of really rich people. I mean these people are like billionaires and they always have money to spend. One of these billionaires people was Itachi's father, wonderful right? No, the idiot never talked to me since I decided we shouldn't practice together. Itachi was currently talking to his father, who might I add was behind stage, and was at the moment pointing at me. Both father and son looked at me, I glared at Itachi and turned around. I was still angry about our fight. He better no make me look bad, because if he did, I would defiantly walk off that stage in front of all those people.

"Itsuko," I heard my name being called by Itachi. What now? "I want you to meet my father." sighing I walked up to him like perfect dainty ballerina should.

"It's a pleasure to meet my sons partner this year. Last year the poor girl fell of stage right before we all had to be here. Poor Itachi never got to go on." he shook my hand.

"I'm sure he won't go on this year either." I stated and glared at him.

"Oh, this isn't good. You mother really wants to see you perform. Now you should settle what ever it is that you two have been arguing about."

"There is no need-" Itachi started to say.

"Yeah, there is no need, for it wouldn't have happened if he had listen to me. Now I hope you don't embarrass your self Itachi because I am not waiting for you to support me when you should. I have been practicing by myself and I hope you know what you are doing." I said and walked off to put my shoes on.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our annual charity festival. This year we have a lot of students that are more than willing to perform for us." An applause was heard, short but long enough for the occasion. "For the first dance we will have a pas de deux form Swan Lake, the Black swan pas de deux. Itsuko and Itachi." We both ushered our selves to the upper-left part of the stage. The music came up loud and elegant as we both began the pas de deux. Of course things started out smoothly for the first minute and a half, then it fell apart, well Itachi did. He missed a passé and then forgot to partner me in Pirouette

and by the end I was on the tome for each seconds and he was off. The audience still applauded even though many didn't look happy about the performance.

By the time we got off stage and change out of our costumes and into our formal clothing, it was the end of the showing of the dancers. Itachi's father came strait up to him and started to rant.

"Good, god. She was better off by herself. I don't know what has gotten into you but you have been seriously slaking off in your studies, which I say I don't mind to much, but to slack off in the dancing. Inexcusable. You shouldn't have gone up there if you where going to be that….bad. Your own cousin saw you, you know the one part of the Russian ballet. He was shocked at how stupid and bad you looked up there. But he complimented the ballerina for going on and not looking like she was about to fall apart do to her partners performance." His father was now red in the face for having to with hold his anger and not yell at him in the ballroom of the school.

"You did a wonderful job, both of you." I looked to Itachi's fathers right and found a young woman standing there. I guess that was his mother.

"Thank you." I said bowed slightly and excused my self from the mess I help create. This should teach him a lesson.