A dance! I do, indeed. I fear you've seen it before, but I doubt you remember it as strongly as I do.
[He pulls his phone from his pocket, disconnects the earbuds, and stashes them in his bag. Then he pulls up a sound file on his phone, one that starts with a series of tempo clicks. But soon enough the music begins, and Wataru takes his place squarely in the middle of the room, directly in front of Eichi.
Eichi might recognize the music, if he thinks back. Wataru's swan song, so to speak. The last time he performed as an idol, thanks to Eichi's destructive tendencies. It was the showdown between Eichi's fine and Wataru, the long haired idol alone on the stage, as his friends watched in horror. The audience tore him limb from limb that day, and rehashing the dance might be akin to putting himself back in that place, but he doesn't seem bothered. His smile is as wide as it was that day, his head held as high. But it lacks elegance, in a track suit.
It lacks emotion at first, too, as he dances the halting movements of the duel section, and he doesn't sing the words that went with it. Instead, he counts pauses, calls steps, focusing on the dance elements entirely, not the song itself. What he's aiming for is to make Eichi's brain fill in the gaps, to recall what little he may of that day, the first day they touched, when a spent Eichi collapsed into Wataru's arms and the magician wished things could be different. The first time he felt a pang of longing when looking at Eichi. Sure, he'd felt a pull the first time their eyes met, but Wataru was, at that time, such a lover! He would feel that pull with anyone exceptional, anyone who might be on his level, who he might've been able to see eye to eye with. Why had this one turned from an ephemeral dream to a walking, brutal nightmare?
He'll dance until the end of the song, or until Eichi stops him, the familiar lines echoing from the phone, with tempo clicks during fine's interludes. He'd had the whole thing perfectly timed from the start, perfectly rehearsed. All he's doing now is showing Eichi just how splendidly he'd danced to the Emperor's tune.]
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[He pulls his phone from his pocket, disconnects the earbuds, and stashes them in his bag. Then he pulls up a sound file on his phone, one that starts with a series of tempo clicks. But soon enough the music begins, and Wataru takes his place squarely in the middle of the room, directly in front of Eichi.
Eichi might recognize the music, if he thinks back. Wataru's swan song, so to speak. The last time he performed as an idol, thanks to Eichi's destructive tendencies. It was the showdown between Eichi's fine and Wataru, the long haired idol alone on the stage, as his friends watched in horror. The audience tore him limb from limb that day, and rehashing the dance might be akin to putting himself back in that place, but he doesn't seem bothered. His smile is as wide as it was that day, his head held as high. But it lacks elegance, in a track suit.
It lacks emotion at first, too, as he dances the halting movements of the duel section, and he doesn't sing the words that went with it. Instead, he counts pauses, calls steps, focusing on the dance elements entirely, not the song itself. What he's aiming for is to make Eichi's brain fill in the gaps, to recall what little he may of that day, the first day they touched, when a spent Eichi collapsed into Wataru's arms and the magician wished things could be different. The first time he felt a pang of longing when looking at Eichi. Sure, he'd felt a pull the first time their eyes met, but Wataru was, at that time, such a lover! He would feel that pull with anyone exceptional, anyone who might be on his level, who he might've been able to see eye to eye with. Why had this one turned from an ephemeral dream to a walking, brutal nightmare?
He'll dance until the end of the song, or until Eichi stops him, the familiar lines echoing from the phone, with tempo clicks during fine's interludes. He'd had the whole thing perfectly timed from the start, perfectly rehearsed. All he's doing now is showing Eichi just how splendidly he'd danced to the Emperor's tune.]