Disclaimer: As much as I never want admit this, I do not own InuYasha, it belongs to the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi, nor does Swan Lake, or any of the music pieces depicted or implied in this drabble series, I do take credit in the idea of putting IY cast with undertones of Swan Lake :3
I dedicate this series to MomoDesu who took the time to fix all of my horrendous mistakes as my official Beta Babe, and to Velvet Sometimes for helping me brainstorm what to do with the drabchappie names.
Oh and last but certainly not least, I have decided to use this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S76CGGPqI3s to help see what Sesshoumaru dances to.
<3 <3 ENJOY~!! And please to remember R&R <3 <3
The long hallways of the studio were quiet, no sounds could be heard, but with heightened hearing, music could be heard. Strong strides and the movements of muscles stretching, releasing energy to bound up into the air. Landing so softly with a thud, only a feather could make. Glancing at the mirror a figure in white and black was seen, sweat dripping from his neck and brow - but he didn’t stop moving.
Everything was constant, flowing, like a river. Every part of him moved with purpose, even the long flowing bound silvery hair, each strand dancing along with the rest of him. His eyes focused on his reflection, intense citron eyes, like two globes of gold in frozen snow, clear with only concentration to keep moving, to keep his rhythm with the music drifting through the studio.
“..Sesshoumaru-Sama?”
Only silence was the reply and continued to move through the choreography. Making sure to not make a single misstep, his train of thought lost in the movements. The roar of his blood pumping, even the small mist of sweat dripping seemed to be screeching down his temple.
“Sesshoumaru-sama?”
A quizzical face was wondering when her idol would answer her. She didn’t want to interrupt him while during his practice, but it was important and he did tell her to call for him when the time came. She took a deep breath and prayed that he wouldn’t be upset after this. His name rang loudly throughout the entire studio.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!!!”
Finally he stopped and looked his way towards the one who interrupted his crucial routine. He readied his most fierce scowl only to let it soften to a much warmer neutral face.
“What is it Rin?”
“She’s here.”