Chapter Four: He Did Ballet

Ryuichi passed his RAD at the age of fifteen.

Ryuichi was one of the most well known dancers at the age of thirteen.

Ryuichi started joining other disciplines of dancing at the age of ten.

Ryuichi had the chance to join a dancing contest in Germany and went back to Japan with a silver medal hanging by his neck at the age of eight.

Ryuichi was forced by his lunatic of a mother to do tap dancing and ballet at four.

Ryuichi got Kumaguro as a gift from his uncle for Christmas at the age of two.

Even though the last bit didn’t seem to sound relevant to the things mentioned above it to some, however to Ryuichi it meant a lot. Ever since the first time he felt the little bunny’s soft cover caressing his skin he realized how in love he was with it.

There was never a moment in his life that the bunny has never witnessed. He took Kumaguro everywhere he goes, and though he didn’t look like it, he’d beat the living day light out of anyone who tries to take his bunny away.

“Ne, usagi kawaii” a ballerina once went to him, looking down at him with warmth and glow that was suppose to attract him to her. The then young dancer looked at her and held on to Kumaguro tighter, scared that she might remove the purple rabbit from his clutches.

“Ryu-kun, don’t be scared, we just want to play with you” another girl came in, her hair in a tight bun and she wore a blue tutu for her show.

But the little seven years old won’t budge, it was strange.

After a few minutes of trying to get his attention, the two girls decided to leave him alone. The little boy sat on the farthest corner away from all the other children who were practicing with their partners and friends. As he looked at them, his heart reached out to those others.

But it’s reaching hand was left all for no one to take as he sat there, with Kumaguro in his arms.

Ryuichi thought that he was doomed to be alone.

(SPACE HERE)

“Yahoo, Kuma-chan, I can make a wish now!” the eccentric student named Ryuichi declared as he managed to piece his chopstick evenly. He was sitting alone underneath a sakura tree that has yet to bloom with his purple bunny.

“Should I wish for new points, Kuma-chan? I can’t do any good pirouettes if I don’t get new ones” he placed a finger on his chin, “Or maybe another chance to dance with Mayumi-san! She is cute as Odette…”

To the naked eye, Ryuichi was blessed with the body that never had any trouble with weight. He was the one who can finish two whole pizza pies, wherein nobody knows where the fat of those he ate goes to. He should thank heredity for its marvelous job. It was from his mother’s side that had him receive the ever great metabolism, the one that ships food to the pits of oblivion so he doesn’t have to worry much about weight. And also the amazing gift he has which was dancing, he could twist body into a pretzel if he wants and not complain how much it hurts.

“Well… Itedekimasu!” he stabbed his even chop sticks, and started to dig in. As he ate at light of speed, the purple bunny was sitting with his back- Ryu doesn’t like it when people call Kuma-chan ‘it’- leaning on the tree’s hard skin. His food remained untouched while Ryuichi’s container was devoid even of the smallest piece of rice that used to reside there.

“Ne… Kuma-chan, aren’t you going to eat that?” the green haired boy asked, pointing at the (noticeably) untouched food of his only friend. He looked at the plush doll for a moment, and as if a reply was given Ryuichi smiled and thanked his best pal for the offering of food.

“You know what, Kuma-chan? You should really eat more” he poked the (un)living toy’s soft tummy with his stick, “You’re going to end up anorexic if you’re not careful… It was okay for Anna Pavlova she was great with her delicate frame, but turning into a Nicole Ritchie is just too scary…”

Students passed by the new boy, each and everyone thinking he has a crack in the head. No one could stand a few meters from where he was standing, because most were afraid of being contaminated by the boy’s unconventional habit.

“Ah! I am so full!” the boy stretched his arms, “What about you, Kuma-chan? I bet you’re begging for a piece of pocky right now… well that’s your fault for not wanting to eat!” With that, he showed his tongue to the rabbit in mock, thinking that would make the tiny toy whine and cry in despair at his lost.

One of the seniors who saw him pulled that age old childish taunt shook his head along with his friends, the words pathetic and new kid part of their conversation.

The bell broke the scene and signaled everyone to go back inside.

“Na no da! It’s time, we better hurry, Kuma-chan! We don’t want to miss anything important!” and with that, he grabbed the rabbit who unknown to the whole world was grumbling that he doesn’t want to attend any boring lectures.

(SPACE HERE)

A/N: Extremely short, apologies! I am running out of ideas!