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Title: Another day of practice
Starring: The Shitenhouji dance academy.
Note: Remember ballet-verse? This is a tinyfic written in ballet-verse for Melly, who wanted more Baka pair.
"It's called a pas-de-deux," Yuuji said testily, "because it's meant for TWO, not THREE, Koharu."
Koharu stood slightly apart from the pair in the middle of the floor, glaring daggers at Oshitari. "You don't lift from that low on the hips," Koharu growled. "It's higher on the waist. Want me to show you?"
"I'm doin' it the right way, idiot," Kenya said testily.
"Koharu," Osamu sighed from the bench. "Please get the hell off the floor. I didn't cast you as the cavalier because we needed someone more classically handsome."
"My Koharu is perfectly handsome," Yuuji protested, pivoting a little in Kenya's hands to do a perfect portebras derriere. Kenya's hands dipped to support his move, and Koharu took a few more steps toward them.
"Gin," Osamu coughed.
"Of course. I'll go ahead and show Kenya the lift," Gin said, and loomed over the trio in such a way that Koharu fell back. He took Yuuji by the waist and easily hefted him into the air, letting him settle back down to complete the fouette.
"Nice. Now why didn't I think of Gin?" Osamu mused, chewing his toothpick meditatively. It was a bad morning, he was on his third one. "Okay everyone, take your places. And you," he eyed Koharu, "back to the goddamned corps or you're gonna be Clara in the next four Nutcrackers."
Koharu went back to his position, much chastened, and sank to one knee with his arms in third position.
"Tachibana, if you and Chitose could stop 'finding your internal rhythm' for a minute, we need the beat?"
The blushing drummer returned to his drum and they began. All was well with the pas des deux until the moment where they'd paused last time.
"Too low," Koharu muttered.
"It's fine," Kenya growled.
"Konjiki Koharu! If you interrupt my moment of glory I'm never speaking to you again!" Yuuji wailed, and everything fell to shit from there.
Osamu lay back on his beach chair (repurposed for choreography) and stuck his hat over his eyes. Squabbles made for peaceful white noise while he napped, and he was sure everything would work itself out eventually.
Starring: The Shitenhouji dance academy.
Note: Remember ballet-verse? This is a tinyfic written in ballet-verse for Melly, who wanted more Baka pair.
"It's called a pas-de-deux," Yuuji said testily, "because it's meant for TWO, not THREE, Koharu."
Koharu stood slightly apart from the pair in the middle of the floor, glaring daggers at Oshitari. "You don't lift from that low on the hips," Koharu growled. "It's higher on the waist. Want me to show you?"
"I'm doin' it the right way, idiot," Kenya said testily.
"Koharu," Osamu sighed from the bench. "Please get the hell off the floor. I didn't cast you as the cavalier because we needed someone more classically handsome."
"My Koharu is perfectly handsome," Yuuji protested, pivoting a little in Kenya's hands to do a perfect portebras derriere. Kenya's hands dipped to support his move, and Koharu took a few more steps toward them.
"Gin," Osamu coughed.
"Of course. I'll go ahead and show Kenya the lift," Gin said, and loomed over the trio in such a way that Koharu fell back. He took Yuuji by the waist and easily hefted him into the air, letting him settle back down to complete the fouette.
"Nice. Now why didn't I think of Gin?" Osamu mused, chewing his toothpick meditatively. It was a bad morning, he was on his third one. "Okay everyone, take your places. And you," he eyed Koharu, "back to the goddamned corps or you're gonna be Clara in the next four Nutcrackers."
Koharu went back to his position, much chastened, and sank to one knee with his arms in third position.
"Tachibana, if you and Chitose could stop 'finding your internal rhythm' for a minute, we need the beat?"
The blushing drummer returned to his drum and they began. All was well with the pas des deux until the moment where they'd paused last time.
"Too low," Koharu muttered.
"It's fine," Kenya growled.
"Konjiki Koharu! If you interrupt my moment of glory I'm never speaking to you again!" Yuuji wailed, and everything fell to shit from there.
Osamu lay back on his beach chair (repurposed for choreography) and stuck his hat over his eyes. Squabbles made for peaceful white noise while he napped, and he was sure everything would work itself out eventually.