Eight Gesture:

Waltzing…

He grasped the paper beneath his fingertips. His eyes never leaving the words…tracing each sentence once then twice. He had stared at it for quite some time…stared, then stared…

It was a beautiful full moon which hazed through the horizon that night. She was out in the balcony, taking in the refreshing air as the others lay soundly asleep in their mattresses. She heard soft creaks from behind as she slowly turned around and faintly smiled in recognition.

"Why are you still up?" she asked, concerned that she might've caused his rise. He simply gave the same gesture and leaned against the railings, standing inches away from her as his arms overlapped. His vision remained distant though his voice appeared calm.

"Same reason as you."

"And what reason could that be?"

"You tell me." For a second or so, his eyes shifted on her, then after a smirk, gazed on the expanse once more.

They have been conversing like this since she can remember when. He would always throw the question back at her and she'd end up in silence afterwards. She always knew he was a bright person - brilliant in many ways - yet he was more introverted than the normal of his genius.

"I'm dancing."

Kira looked at her, amazed and wondering at what she just said.

"Excuse me?" he clarified, unsure whether they were still talking about the same thing.

"I'm still out because I'm dancing." She then walked towards the clearing by the shore and stretched her arms side wards while closing her eyes. Turning around to catch a sight of him, she held out a hand towards his direction.

"Dance with me?" she invited which shook him back to his senses.

"Why would I dance with you?"

"You said you had the same reason as mine. I'm here to dance, and I assume, you are too." She then raised a brow.

No matter how enticing she appeared or how careless her beauty was in the evening light, he can't help but shudder at her deceiving wit and intelligence. She always found a way to outsmart him - - just one of the traits which endeared her to him…and another more reason to break his heart.

He was bothered but he didn't show, instead, he quickly thought of an excuse besides being labeled as "crazy" by anyone who passes by the area. He stood silently and straightened his back.

"But I do not know how to dance." He replied. They need not shout for their voices echoed clearly through.

"I shall teach you then."

"But there is no music. How can we dance?"

"I shall sing to you…and my voice shall be our music."

"What if others see us? What would they think?"

"Now you wouldn't think anyone would still be up at this hour of the night, would you?"

He smiled inwardly. He found himself cornered as his mind could not process any reason further. She got him, and had her way, as what she usually had since the past. Sighing in defeat, he walked towards her and took hold of her hand.

She swirled herself until she was in his arms…both of them staring at each other. He never knew how exactly to dance but at least he had an idea of the hand positions. Thus, he placed a free one on her waist as the other kept a firm hold on her hand.

Not really astonished by his actions, she placed an arm over his shoulder as she spoke in between breaths.

"Where did you learn that?"

"I just saw it on tv."

"Liar…you never watch tv." She smiled into his skin as she guided his feet…and thus they began to motion.

After giving her a half turn, he then breathed in.

"So, what song shall you sing?"

"I'd rather not…I shall hum instead." And as soon as she said so, she did which caused him to blush a little. Her breath against his skin was slightly unusual still to him and the closeness of their bodies was somewhat obscure.

But what was certain to him was her voice which never lost its touch in his heart. It was a melody as fine as the instrument harp and its tone was well-pitched…equally complementing the natural feel of the surroundings.

While they moved about, it was unavoidable that Kira would step into her foot often than once. He was obviously apologetic and considered stopping then and there. Lacus, being the trained and passionate person in the arts, patiently taught him the steps and encouraged him to continue. She wasn't one who'd give up easily, and never would she give up on him – most especially him.

They swayed slowly against the passing wind as he placed his stretched hand on his chest, with hers beneath it. She could feel his heart beat as she rested her head against the same. She momentarily stopped her humming and let the crashing waves give the orchestrated feel. He laid his head above hers while his eyes began to close. She did the same as well, fully relaxing into his warmth amidst the seemingly cool night.

"Thank you." she whispered softly.

"You know I should thank you more." He replied with such loving and care.

They remained still as the clouds covered the moon, its once illustrious light turning darker by the minute.

"Will you be back…?" his voice was low as she felt the hurt in his words.

Releasing the piece of paper from his grip, he stood up and looked out the window. Sleep hardly visited him, what more in this particular evening…not after what he'd seen.

His words and the way he's acting now caused her an unbearable pain inside. She knew no matter what she says, it would not make things any easier.

She tightened her hold on him, turning her face to the other side, to spare her from seeing the pained expression on his face - the pain which she knew she herself caused him. Forcing away a tear, he swallowed hard and cleared his then almost blurry vision.

"I'll be here..." He spoke sully as he fully embraced her and rested his head on the crook of her neck.

"…I'll wait for you." He then whispered.

He never knew how to dance that's why she guided his steps. Clumsy as he was, she was certain no matter who she'd ever danced with in the past or in the future to come, in her heart he would always be the best dance partner she could ever have - - one whom she'd want and love to dance with for the rest of her life.

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The words were written in clear italics…underlined was her name and the cause unspecified…all that could be seen amidst the folds were…

…requested…Plants…

…Lacus Clyne

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A/N: Hmm, I know this is a bit "unclear" or perhaps "unfinished" to an extent but then, I think it's best that this ended the way it did. The future holds so much more...and I'm thrilled to see it for myself.