Going Through The Motions: A Princess Tutu FanFic [On Hiatus]

Chapter 4

Yay! Updaaaate! Probably bad. Oh well. At least it’s here. Anyways, I’m thinking about changing Kasai’s name. Because Kasai and Yuki are two RP characters I’ve had for like, ever, and I can’t stand to see them with anybody else but each other. So I’m thinking about keeping the general character, but changing the name. What do you guys think? Let me know. Uh... Dedicated to WolfQueenN for the amazing cover.

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“Take your starting positions!” Mister Cat called.

Kasai stood before Fakir, her back to him. She stood on pointe, her emerald eyes carefully stoic as she made herself keep her gaze off of both him and all others. Her legs were crossed beneath her, and both her right arm and the air and her left arm to the side were matched perfectly by his own. The music started. Kasai’s right leg rose, bending at the knee to cross in front of her left. As it continued, her leg extended to the left, before sweeping to the right and folding back as she turned into a spin.

Fakir’s hands were instantly at her waist, holding her balance as he spun her, her arms held in a loop shape over her head. Her spinning came to a slow and she lowered her arms, extending her right leg and arm backwards, while her left arm reclaimed its position in the air, arched at the wrist. Fakir held her steady, standing only slightly behind her with his arms straight. Kasai continued to move, her right leg moving the right of the way into the air, while her left arm swept down.

She repeated this, only backwards.

“You’re not half bad.” She commented in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, as she stepped forward, matched by Fakir.

The black haired male extended her right arm, which her own rested slightly upon. “First a smile, now a compliment? And here I was thinking you were always so full of yourself.”

Kasai’s brilliant emerald eyes flickered to him, locking with his own. She didn’t say anything, however, simply moving in perfect sync with him. Her arms raised and she stepped forward with her left leg. Fakir’s arms found her waist again as she went down slightly, before pushing lightly up on her right leg, her left coming up into the air, only a bit more than a ninety degree angle. Both arms tilted to the left, but her right was bent ever so slightly at the elbow and her wrist flicked down towards her head, while her left arm was straight, pointed up slightly.

His arms moved with her, his hands guiding her moves. From this position, she began to tilt to the right, her arms coming down gracefully as her left leg came straight up into the air. Her right arm wound in the general area around his leg, but was careful not to touch him. He shifted, turning her in a full circle before pulling her back up, where she extended both arms into the air, bent at the wrists with her left leg extended out behind her.

“We have an audience.” He commented, lowly.

“I know.” Her arms lowered, to extend to either side of her.

It was true. A few pairs had stopped to watch them. Them, and the pairing of the white haired male and Rue.

He made a low grunting sound that she ignored, bending down on her right leg. Nonetheless, he supported her as she extending her arms fluidly behind her, just above her left leg. Her head tilted back and she exhaled silently. Fakir’s hands shifted as she came back up and went right into the turn, her left leg coming back into contact with the ground. He moved fluidly with her as they stepped forward, left, right, left, right. Then he paused and she stepped forward with her left foot, her right arm extending out to the side, where it was met by his own. He raised it, and she stepped forward with her right, only to sweep said foot high into the air, bending slightly on her left as he stepped back, extending his left arm to the side and stepping back with only his right foot.