Yaro Akizawa's Story

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I shouldn't be here...

Nakahara had walked into the studio about twenty minutes ago. The people whom were there didn't even get a glance from him as his brown hues as he started quite adamantly at the floor as he strode inside. Being a professional, punctuality was in his blood. He had kept his distance from the group that was gathered there, leaning his back into the far wall.

He had taken some days off of work for this get together, having a couple months off of his usual and mundane desk job. The work itself was easy, but the work place gave off a very lonely feeling. So far, this place didn't feel all that different. He had no one to blame but himself though, purposely keeping a bit of a distance from the others. It had been years since he saw them all after they had left, leaving him the only one to remain in the end. He wasn't hurt by that however, but felt that he was the one at fault. The past week wasn't much different. Sure some of them sort of got to know each other once more but Naka had locked himself in his room, not bothering to come out until he had to be at the studio. Even then he left at the crack of dawn so hardly no one even knew he was there.

He, like many others most likely, had received a sort of introductory letter that stated their classes and dancing groups. His dull eyes scanned over the page, though he didn't feel the need to complain about being around the most sexually charged people, at least as far as he could remember.

The Exotic Predator, Carmen Villegas Cordero. One of the few people who was older than Naka himself. His rather erotic and spontaneous behavior would normally be at odds with Naka's more calm and dead pan appearance.

The Prince Charming, Eli Blaine Brasher. The younger brother of Dimitri with what seems to be an obsession with his own chest flaunting. Despite being insincere, he was someone Naka could respect, if not be slightly uncomfortable around.

The Sin, Valentine Sinclair. She's not all that a person in the end, honestly. After all someone who's a die hard for Shakespeare can't be all that bad. Naka can't help but remember some cringe worthy incidents with this underclassmen back in the day.

Lastly was their dance leader, or choreographer of sorts, Mikhail Yves Roux. This is an envy inducing sight to behold for Naka, as he greatly revered both his skill and personality. Mikhail was everything Nakahara could never dream to be.

As his eyes scanned the paper, Naka could almost feel himself shrink smaller and smaller still. He was an introverted and picky child in the presence of the very visage of 'sex' or 'excellence'. He felt dwarfed in comparison, though he did not mind. This, in his mind, was at least a bit normal. He continued to read the page.

Duet dancing. It's not as bad as dancing on his own, however the idea of dancing with one these people under the specialty of a professionally trained ballet and jazz dancer was not something to be over the roof about. He preferred group dances that required little to no physical contact in the end. None of them were shy about getting all touchy feely, much to his distress.

"...?"

A look of surprise came across his face. He had noticed all his thoughts. He was getting nostalgic over the names. He was thinking of what his life would be like in dance once more. Thoughts of returning to his desk job didn't cross his mind for once. He felt... Almost happy.

Was this the best choice in the end, after all?

Of course not. It was only a matter of time until he stained the bonds with his cowardly ways.

He let out a long sigh, looking up from the paper and around the room.

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Until the very last minute, Anders was standing on the small, little balcony of his apartment, smoking grey clouds of impure air and releasing it as it was pierced by the falling drops of rain. God was it raining hard tonight... and speaking of tonight, wasn't he supposed to be going to that dance thing? Yeah, he was, and he knew it. He knew he was supposed to go there and meet with everyone again, to try and dance with them again, as if nothing had happened before.

Nothing huh.... Bullshit. Things happened and he knew people wouldn't just forget it with a few years, even he didn't. He already talked things through with Mavis, though only briefly, but while it was possible to get back onto even grounds... Anders wasn't certain if things could still be classified as 'the same.'

'Well...' He began to think, moving to his car keys. 'It's not like anyone's expecting it to be the same. How bad could it be, anyways? People usually put on happy faces in front of others, don't they? So maybe things won't go wrong. Hmm. I should try going anyways. There's no harm in trying the class out and dropping it if it's boring.' He shrugged to himself and proceeded grab an old bag he used to put his dance supplies in, dropping his little puppy German Shepard in there as well, seeing how he couldn't leave her alone, and began to walk down the steps of his apartment to his car started.

While driving, he kept contemplating with himself: to go? or not to go? The smoking eventually grew tiring and he threw it out the window, allowing his car to take in some fresh air, for once. It seemed that just the way he drives described his whole character- with one hand on the wheel, one hand carelessly laying outside, feeling the heavy rain bang down onto his palm. He didn't care about getting wet. Maybe it'd give him an excuse to remove his shirt, right? No, Anders wasn't that kind of flirt. His shirt stayed on, no matter what occasion. Even if he ended up getting soaked in the rain, it'd stay on.

He parked his car outside, already noticing other cars in the area. Of course he didn't recognize them, seeing how the group split up when they were younger, in their teen years. He sat in his car for a bit, crossing his legs and debating further. He could just turn around and leave... ignore everyone and pretend as though he forgot about it all within a few weeks with the excuse that he had too much work... But... something in the back of his head kept nagging him to go inside and give it a shot. Anders heart his puppy complain in the back of the car, and maybe that's all he needed to know. "Alright, alright... Jeez, what was stubborn dog..." He sighed and grabbed the bag it laid in along side his bottles of water and other, before heading for the building.

For a long while, he stood outside the door, just staring at the handle, wondering if this really was the right choice. 'Well, fuck it.' He thought carelessly and opened it while saying flamboyantly, "I'm here, no need to worry anyone, seeing how I know everyone was worried for me." He added in a confident chuckle.

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As soon as Emiko Aoki Mizuahara took her first step out of her mother's Volkswagen, she became nauseous. How long had it been since she last seen them? Emi didn't know. The thought was both nerve-wrecking and exciting all at once. What would she say to them? A simple 'hello' ? A slightly uncertain gesture? Hours and hours spent rehearsing her greetings in the bathroom seem to have gone to waste. There were no mirror giving back a reflection of herself. There were no doors closed on the act because all doors were opened.

It was now or never at this point.

She made a mental note of how she would escape this one, but it had seemed useless. She could do this. She was infact brave. Besides they were all her friends, well most of them .. others she couldn't bare to be in the same room with without going all apeshit. Now the question was, was she ready to go through all of that a second? Course she was. It was hardly her dance buddies she was ready to see again, but to be able to dance. The feeling was beyond exhilarating. Emi wondered who would be her coach this year. Zayn? Yves? .. Nana? More importantly, who would be in her dance class this year? She hoped it would be Bali. Or even Apolline. Oh, how she hoped it would be Apolline. She had missed her so dearly.

Emi didn't even realize when she first walked in that class hadn't even start yet. She was practically the only person here. Well, her and Anders of course, but he particularly didn't count as someone of "human species" in Emi's book.

Ignoring the fact that he- who should not be named - was in her dance class, she took up space on the far side of the room and began to stretch as her dance-mates began filing into the room ..