http://clampfix.fanworks.net/re-fix/dance.txt </head><body><pre>Story Title: The Dance By: Umi Ryuuzaki aka Samantha Disclaimer: No, of course I don't own MKR or Clamp or anything else here. I wouldn't mind owning Clamp or MKR and getting all the money and having people worship me because I own an awesome anime, but that's never gonna happen, so I'm not gonna worry about it. Story Idea: It's a story about Umi and *him* It's pretty obvious who *he* is and if you don't figure it out by the end of the sotry, get help. Setting: This would take place somewhere after the first season, but it would really fit anywhere. Considering that they don't exactly seem very worried about invading countries, I would think it's be after the second season. Author's Notes: I'd really like feedback (hint, hint!!!!) Send me anything telling me if you liked it, what I can improve on, or if you hated it. Just give me a reason if you say you hated, it, so I can improve in the future. And if you're really nice and email me about my story I'll be nice and email you back. I love meeting people who like MKR and I love talking. Anywho, on to the story. The dress flows down, gently brushing the floor. The low neck hangs perfectly, not too low, but seductive enough. My long, light blue hair hangs down, nothing special done. There's not much to do other than place the dark blue headband in place. I sigh, wondering if I look alright. Is the dress too formal? Is another blue outfit a good idea? Should I have chosen the dress with long sleeves? So many questions, so much to worry about. It was so much easier in Tokyo, but not nearly as fun as the magical land of Cephiro. A knock sounds on the door. "Come on Umi, or we'll be late," a familiar voice calls out in a very bubbly and happy tone. "I'm coming Hikaru," I call back, throwing one last strand of hair onto my back, glancing one last time in the mirror. I exit my room, smiling politely to Hikaru, my best friend. She smiles back and grabs my hand, suddenly taking off at the quickest walk she can manage without ruining her dress or mine. "Come on Umi! I'm so excited! Aren't you?" I hesitate for a moment, trying to think of what to say. Hikaru didn't know my secret wish for this evening. "Yes, I can hardly wait to see everyone in their fancy outfits." I decided that talking about everyone in general was a safe subject, one that wouldn't tip Hikaru off to my hopes. "Yeah! Everyone will look so great!" Hikaru giggles slightly as she comes to a quick stop, slowly opening the door to the ballroom. Hikaru opens it slowly, obviously seeing the look of anticipation on my face. God, I just wanted to get in there already. "Come on!" I cry, almost begging, far beneath my normal behavior. This of course sparks Hikaru's interest. "What, is there something that you want in there? Or perhaps, someone?" I take a deep breath as I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Did she know? How could she? I had never talked about *him* before, and I certainly had never let on that I might possibly like him. "Will you just open the door already?" I ask in a bit of a snotty tone, pushing Hikaru into opening the door already. I enter behind Hikaru, my eyes instantly wandering, searching for *him.* Alright, so perhaps I was obsessed, but I couldn't wait to see what he would be wearing. My eyes dart around. I see Fuu and Ferio already dancing. They look so adorable together. And over near the refreshments stands Presea. I smile lightly, jealous of her beauty. My eyes suddenly catch glimpse of Caldina. She always looks nice when she's wearing more than normal. But seeing Caldina meant that *he* couldn't be far away. There is not way Caldina would have let him miss the party. At least that's what I told myself. Suddenly I see him, standing near a column. I look away, afraid that if I stared he might catch me, and with his long bangs, from here I'd never be able to see his eyes. I sighs quietly to myself. Those glorious golden eyes, hidden under silky brown hair. I suddenly remember why I wanted to see him so badly in the first place. I was curious how he would be dressed, though that was not the only reason I came, but I wasn't worried about the others right now. I hesitantly glance up again, looking towards his direction. My eyes go wide as I stare at a blank wall. Where'd he go? He was just there a moment ago! My eyes dart around wildly. He couldn't have gotten far. Then I see him, standing behind the column. Is he cowering? Why would he be trying to hide? There's nothing scary here. I watch curiously, and suddenly hear a familiar voice with that familiar western accent. "Git on out here you!" Caldina calls out as she walks towards *him.* "You ain't gonna hide back there all evenin', so just git out here and say hello to everybody." *He* sighs and exits the concealing shadows of the column. I smile lightly, looking at his black suit with intricate red designs everywhere. Obviously only an outfit for fancy evenings. I decide to take my chances and walk over to Caldina and *him.* Caldina smiles. *He* blushes. I smile lightly. I love it when he blushes, but I never understand why he does. "Why hello there lil' missy," Caldina says sweetly. "How are you doin' tonight? My, ain't that a pretty dress you got on?!" I smile sweetly. "Thank you Caldina," I say politely. *He* just stands smiling. I can feels him watching me, even though I can't see his eyes. "Hello," I say to him, praying as I speak that my voice doesn't crack or I don't make any rude noise as I talk. *He* smiles and says hello back. Caldina steps away, thinking I didn't notice. I did, but I'm not arguing. I decide to take a chance, drawing a breath as I gain confidence. "Would you care to dance?" I ask him. He smiles. I love it when he smiles. "I'd love to dance," he replies. My heart races as he smiles again. He holds out his hand. I place my hand gently in his. They seem to fit perfectly together. I smile lightly as he leads me out to the dance floor. As we reach the hard wooden floor he places a hand gently on my waist, holding my left hand in his right. My right hand rests gently on his shoulder. I look up at him, smiling as we begin dancing slowly. I close my eyes lightly, feeling as though I'm floating on clouds, dancing with the one man I feel most attracted to. The power, the passion is all so strong, I nearly can't handle it. As I hear the song nearing an end, I curse in my mind. I had hoped that moment could have gone on forever. *He* seems to realize the song is ending as well, as I feel his grip around me tighten just slightly. I smile lightly, wondering if that was a good sign. I think it was. Then, as I knew it would, the song ends. I open my eyes and look up at him. As I hear another slow song start, I decide this is my one night of paradise. Why not enjoy it? I hold him tighter, persuading him to continue dancing. I rest my head lightly against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I've never felt quite this way around anyone before. Could it be love? I toss the idea in my mind as we dance. He lets my left hand go, sliding both his hands around my waist. I move both my hands around his neck lightly, smiling. Finally he had made a move. So perhaps he liked me as much as I liked him? I think about that as well, and don't even realize the next song had ended. *He* does, and I feel him reluctantly let go. No, I don't want this to end! I think quickly, trying to find some way to stay close to him. I feel his hand grip mine as he leads me off the dance floor and towards a few chairs. He leads me to a chair and I sit, watching him sit next to me. I smile towards him, receiving a smile back from him. Now was the problem of what to talk about. I look towards the ground, trying to think quickly. I hadn't prepared for this. If only we had something in common. What could I say? I can tell that he feels the same as he starts fiddling with his jacket. I giggle slightly, and look up to see him watching me. "What?" I ask. "Uh, nothing," he says, obviously alarmed. "Oh," I say, a bit disappointed. I don't know why I was sad about that, but for some reason..... Perhaps I was hopping he was going to say something else. I sigh lightly. *He* can obviously tell that I'm bored. "Um..... do you..... want to go to the garden?" he asks. I can hear the hesitation in his voice. Was he nervous? Maybe as nervous as I am? I smile. "Sure, I'd love to." He smiles also and stands, holding out his hand for me. I reach up and take his hand once more. His warm touch made the night so special. He leads me out to the garden. I shiver slightly as a cold breeze cuts through me. He leads us to a bench and lets me sit down first. I watch as he sits next to me. Is it just me, or did he seem to be sitting a bit far away? I silently move closer, praying that he didn't notice. "Umi?" I look up at him curiously. "Yes?" "I... there's something that I want to tell you." I watch him silently, wondering what he was about to say. "Umi.... you are very special to me. I want to start by thanking you for everything you've done." "Me? I haven't done anything." "You taught me. You guided me. You enriched my life." I watch him, my mind trying to comprehend his words. "I..... Umi..... I love you. I have for a while now, but I just haven't been able to say it." He looks down at the ground, obviously feeling afraid, ashamed, and vunerable. I blink, my mind consuming this information. He had said the words I have longed to hear for a while now, since I finally admitted to myself that I liked him. He looks up at me, searching my eyes to see my emotions. I smile lightly, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug. He wraps his arms around my waist. Oh, his grip was so strong. It makes me feel safe, as though nothing could ever happen if I'm here in his embrace. I look up, being able to see his eyes from this angle. I smile and lean up, my lips brushing his, and kissing him passionately. My eyes close softly. So do his. I hold out the kiss, never wanting to end the enchanting moment. Everything was so perfect. The full moon above seemed to rain softly on our figures sitting alone in the garden, sharing a special moment together. I feel him break off the kiss, but only for a moment to grab a breath. Suddenly his lips are touching mine again, pulling me tight, seeming as though he would never let go. I had never know that love could be this strong. I have heard many stories about the strength and passion of love doing enormous deeds, but it has never been so close to reality as now. My head spins, millions of thoughts running through my mind. I ignore them, telling myself I have all night to think about this, but only this moment to enjoy it. Quicker than I can remember our lips are apart. My eyes flutter open softly. I look up at him. His face shows extreme happiness, and a bit of confusion. I decide this would be the perfect moment. I may never have another. As I speak the words, a beautiful smile crosses my lips. I hug him tighter, knowing that when I wake tomorrow my world will be completely different. "I love you too, Ascot."</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>