Things We Do For Love

CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

A/N: Just wanted to thank all of you wonderful readers who still pay attention to my story. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you guys enjoying the story as well. Leave comments if there is anything you'd like to convey (constructive discourse is welcomed)! I am all ears. You are all my lovelies, Z. 

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Y/N's P.O.V 

Midori-toji arched her back as far as it could bend. Her face relaxed and somewhat mischievous while her green eyes looked straight towards the imaginary audience. Naomi and I struggled to imitate her pose but Saaya gracefully copied the move, waving her hands to the right while her heels moved accordingly to the beat. I huffed annoyed but tried to endure the pose for another two minutes with strained eyes and a rattled face. Finally, our mistress loosened her body and quickly moved like a serpent – now, she was bowing with her hair touching the ground while those eyes narrowed to slits, trying to mimic the fox eyes of a sultry queen as she swayed like a silk ribbon side to side. While Saaya definitely couldn't copy that move, and Naomi's bow almost sent her tumbling to the floor, my left heel broke and I crashed to the ground. A disgraceful scream erupted from my mouth as my knees collided harshly against the ground and unfortunately, that was how the class ended. My friends couldn't help but laugh while my knees turned red, unable to cope up with my own weight.

It had been a few days since Midori-toji started teaching us the art of enchanting – a mode of dancing that captivated people. Our hairs were tied strictly to a bun which could only be loosened if the audience demanded, but according to Midori-toji, hair was what weaved tales of romance and tragedies. If we were to let lose our hair, it should be on occasions where we could snatch the prey by our bare hands. Even though our philosophies weren't exceptional, we tried our best to understand her anecdotes. Occasionally, she would gently sigh and tell us that it would start making sense once we grew older but it was hard to deal with three young children, especially girls. We were curious and in many ways, possessed not-so-tender qualities that our mistress desperately wanted us to have. Food being one of her greatest concern, she was adamant about changing our diets so that we all could fit into an acceptable size for being an 'enchantress'.

"A little grown in this area, are we?" Midori-toji nudged my protruding tummy while my fingers poked the side to squish it.

"So soft" Saaya pinched the rolls of my stomach while Naomi giggled as I batted her hands away from me, angry and somewhat embarrassed.

"Uh-oh, you are bruising" mistress picked up my right leg that sustained the worst blow and massaged the area. I flinched as her cold fingers grazed the red skin, worrying if it would hinder future practices.

"Is it bad?"

"Mmmm" she put her finger underneath that pointy chin, rummaging her mind for an appropriate answer, "yes, for an enchantress. But you don't have to worry about this too much. As dancers, we must make sure we never injure our knees beyond repair. So far, it doesn't look fatal"

"Why?" Naomi asked.

"Because mobility becomes horribly bound with pain. Our body must resonate nature. That is what it takes to be an enchantress – flexibility"

"So, are you nature? What does that even mean?" Saaya asked with wide child-like glimmer in her eyes.

"It means that you girls must be nature"