Chapter Three:
O The Humanity
SUMMER 1998
Natasha was winning.
Sophia blew a stray strand of hair out of her face, lifting her fists back up. She could already feel her cheek swelling from Natasha's right hook. Her red-headed friend was standing on the other side of the ring, shaking her head. Her lip was bleeding. That was Sophia's mark.
"Again!" The Ballet Teacher commanded, tapping her cane against the wooden floor of the studio.
Natasha rolled her shoulders and spat into the ring. Sophia laughed at her comrade as she watched her prep for the third round of fighting. Then the brunette brought her hands up and smirked.
"Come on Romonaoff, you take this too seriously," Sophia chuckled as she readied her self for Natasha's attack.
"Really, I think you don't take this seriously at all, Dorcheiv," she quipped back tilting her head as she spoke.
Sophia smiled again and cracked her knuckles.
"Well, why don't you show me how serious I should be then?"
Almost instantaneously after Sophia's taunt, Natasha lunged for her sparring partner. Sophia managed to block a few initial blows from the redhead before grabbing her arms and head butting her. Natasha staggered back, and in that time, Sophia crouched and knocked the redhead down. With Natasha on the floor, Sophia pushed her to the ground, clamping Natasha's head between her thighs. Natasha was smiling, her face glistening with sweat.
"So you can fight!" she taunted. Quickly, she brought her legs up and clenched Sophia's ribs in-between her claves and pushed forward, catching Sophia off guard and flipping her onto the ground. The brunette hit her head hard against the wooden fighting ring.
The loud clack of the Ballet Teacher's cane hitting the floor broke the two girls apart.
"That's enough," she ordered. Sophia sat up slowly, rubbing her head. Natasha rolled her arms and shook her bruised hands as they turned to look at their teacher.
"Restart, and this time I don't want to listen to your insipid flirting," she jabbed, her thin fingers gripping the top of her cane tightly. The two girls glared at each other over her comment, before slowly stepping back into their starting positions.
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The light and airy tune of Romeo and Juliet's theme filled the air as the girls stretched. Each student in the class had some form of bruise or black eye as they warmed up for their lesson. Natasha winced as she lifted her slim leg up and placed it on the bannister. Sophia smirked as she watched her friend flinch from the injury she had caused her.
"I don't know why your smiling, I'm sure it'll only make your eye swell even more," Natasha snapped at the dark-haired girl, who grimaced at her words.
Out of spite, Sophia gracefully placed her foot against the barre and stretched with ease. Her ribs ached as she moved but she refused to show Natasha any form of discomfort as she warmed up.
"Show off," Nat muttered under her breath as she turned and did the same, letting out a small groan as she moved.
Sophia had always been better at dancing than Natasha. The gentle light movement of a ballerina seemed to be something that was innate to her and despite the harsh nature of the Red Room Academy, the seventeen-year-old truly enjoyed her ballet lessons. Natasha, although better than most, still could never quite grasp the essence of the dance and it seemed that she enjoyed the more brutal movement of fighting.
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