Disclaimer: I do not own La Corda D'Oro. Yuki Kure does. I simply own this original idea and anything non-canonical.
Pairing: Ryoutarou/Kahoko
Summary: Learning to dance is never as hard as learning to trust.
Author's Notes: For tears-of-redemption, who requested Tsuchiura. I love him to death; I just wish I had more ideas for him.
Lovers II – Dancers: Tsuchiura and Hino
They danced around each other so much that it made everyone around them dizzy to watch.
Sometimes, when Tsuchiura was being particularly aggressive because Hino was being particularly dense, it was like watching a tango. He was almost dangerous in his focus, radiating a sort of possessive hunger as he watched her dance around him. She was brilliant, stunning, nearly glowing with the vibrancy of the dance. Anyone who didn't know them would be taken aback by the sheer sensuality of their closeness, of the frequency that they touched and caressed each other. Yet for all their assumed intimacy, her steps were not where he wanted them to be, and their friends wondered at how they could move so well yet be so out of sync.
Other times, when Hino's attention was on nothing but Tsuchiura and he wasn't allowing himself to look back, it was more like a swing dance. She would often be spun out, her mind whirling in too many directions at once as she tried to understand what was going on and how he managed to get so far away. Her feet would move, dancing as fast as she could to find her way back to him, and just before she got too lost he would pull her back into to his embrace. But the inevitability of the dance, and their differing motivations, meant that he would always spin her away again, and she closed her eyes and tried not to cry.
On days when they pretended that all they wanted to be was friends, it was a slow, pitiless minuet. They would move as one, spinning and bowing and sliding across the dance floor with impeccable grace, but their chests and heads would be turned away from one another and their eyes would never meet. They would only be connected by the barest touch of hand-to-hand, and it was heartbreaking in its beautiful indifference. Those days, it was particularly hard to move because each one wanted to reach out and make something out of nothing, but they shared the same unspoken fears and allowed the dance to go on its somber way.
But one night after a spectacular piano-violin duet, when they were in the green room and laughing and reveling in the adrenaline rush that came with performing, Kahoko wrapped her arms around his neck and Ryoutarou put his hands on her waist and twirled her in a delighted circle. As they moved, something indescribable changed between them, and all the years of not-dancing came rushing back. Before they could remember why they had never noticed it before – how well they moved together and how easily they fell into step – the spinning gave way to lips touching and hearts singing and pulses offering a tempo that was neither too quick nor too slow.
They danced beautifully for the rest of the night.
Author's Notes (11/26/07): The end of NaNo is coming up, so I'm not certain how many more drabbles I'll be putting up. Still, I love writing La Corda shorts, and I might even try my hand at writing a longer story.
Thanks again to everyone who's been reading and keeping up with me! I'm so grateful for you, and I hope these drabbles continue to amuse.