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“My, my, my, vhat have ve got here~? Such a schneaky little mouse you are! Ja! So schneaky und schlippery, I almost did not find you! Vhat are you doing here, little mouse? Squeak Squeak!”

It was unlike Droite to hide things from her family, though the older man trusted her enough to know she meant no harm. However, what he didn’t trust was the sense of judgement she had yet to fully form….after all, there were those who could take advantage of someone with such a sensitive soul.

And Yeager was not a man who would take such meddling well.

No no. Not at all.

“EEP!!”

Almost jumping out her skin, the pig-tailed girl turned around quickly, spinning on her heel and somehow, managing to swivel the hidden object under her shirt behind her back.

Oh no! Yeager couldn’t find out either! That would be bad, and her master plan would go completely down the drain!

“Yeager! Sir! I did not see you zere!”

She has something shoved under her shirt, hidden within the folds of fabric. It’s cylindrical in shape, and she seems to be using extreme caution when walking around with it.

“Who said I’m stressed?” Okay, maybe he was. It didn’t show on his face, but perhaps the tenseness of his body had gave it away. He did loosen up, but he was sure Droite was still able to tell that much. He just hoped she saw it as someone who was not experienced with dancing rather than someone really was a bit stressed.

Though he does his best to keep up with her, now that she had quickened her steps a bit. There’s a couple of missteps, but he thinks he’s getting the hang of it.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Yuri asks, finding himself giving a small smile in return. But in that moment, he ends up accidentally stepping on her foot, ruining his rhythm.

“Whoa! Sorry ‘bout that!” He hopes he didn’t step on her too hard.

She’s about to reply when he accidentally trod on her foot, her eyes widening slightly as a quick, but minimal amount of pain shot up her foot.

She takes a moment, but begins to laugh, an unexpected outcome she’s sure he’ll find weird.

It hadn’t hurt that badly, it was more or less just amusing because he predicted it’d happen, and the girl sways slightly and gives him a smile.

“Heh, you must be pretty lucky then.”

Which was good. He really didn’t want to go stepping on her feet by accident, considering his boots weren’t exactly the friendliest footwear when it came to stepping on feet.

However, he blinks and tries to relax himself once Droite tells him to loosen up. He may be tense because he’s not use to dancing, but he’s also got a lot going on in his mind. Especially how he was wondering earlier if this was okay.

Though considering her genuine smile, it seemed things were alright. He fought for people’s smiles. Maybe he’s not fighting right now, but to make Droite happy meant something.

“Guess I’m a little worked up.” Yuri tries to ease himself, loosening up his tense body, but he can’t find himself to fully relax, but hopefully this will be good enough for Droite to continue leading him with her fancy footwork.

Dancing was a past time the girl quite enjoyed it seemed, and she was rather good at leading, though she normally followed. Leading Yuri around like this, it made her feel like she finally had a friend that wasn’t related to her, even if that friend was supposed to be an enemy.

Picking up the pace ever so slightly, she changed tunes, leading into something a little quicker, though not too much.

“Dancing is also a form of stress relief you know, if you really get into it i’m sure you’ll start to feel better!”

This was a little discomforting. He wasn’t use to contact, let alone being this close to someone so he was feeling a little uneasy to dance with Droite. Though if it would make her happy, he suppose he’d go through with it, if it’ll keep her happy. So his other hand finds it’s way to the small of her back, a bit uncertainly but he thinks he’s got it.

Yuri’s slow to follow along, but the rhythm she gave him was a simple one to follow, so he wasn’t doing too bad. Though he was still rather stiff with his movements as he went along with her tune.

“Hope I’m not doing too bad.” He gives her a sheepish grin, but kind of finds himself getting use to this simple pace. Hearing her hum a nice too was rather pleasant too. Perhaps taking her up on her offer to dance wasn’t so bad after all.

“You are a lot better zen you zink! You ‘aven’t stepped on my feet once!”

She lead him around in a circle as they danced, once he got the hang of the pace, and she gave him a tooth smile.

“You need to relax a little more, let me guide you, oui?”

It really has been a while since he danced, because Yuri stiffens as she leads him into it. He’s not sure what he’s doing, but he awkwardly follows her lead as she shows him what stance he should take so they can start dancing.

Yuri’s pretty tense, but looks down to her, then down to his feet and hands to see if they were in the right stance as Droite’s. They weren’t correct, but he adjusts himself to what he thinks is right while his fingers slowly intertwined with hers.

He felt very awkward, but seeing that spark in her eyes and her overall joy over this made him feel slightly happy. There’s still a lingering doubt in his choice for going along with it, but he would have felt the same no matter what choice he had picked.

“So, like this?”

“Oui, now put your hand in ze small of my back!”

She lets go of his hand and rests her own on his shoulder, shifting her weight so their bodies were aligned properly. Once he had placed his hand where she instructed, she started to guide him into an easy rhythm.

“Un, deux, trois! Un, deux, trois! See, it’s easy!”

She kept her pace slow, and steady, leading like the male should in their situation, to ease him into it. Her tone of voice was cheerful, ecstatic, even, and she hummed a tune between counting, an old lullaby her sister used to sing before they’d go to sleep.

Yuri was really good on the battlefield, but what he didn’t know, is his own battling style could be considered his own special way of dancing. The way he moved in battle, and went with the flow. He knew it well, and it can be mesmerizing to watch.

Though Yuri doesn’t quite answer right away, he’s looking at his hand and mulling over his choices of what he should do. Leave her, and obviously upset her for not being able to dance with her? Or accept her offer and make her happy, but possibly cause her pain in the future? It was a difficult choice. There was a possibility where things could end up okay, but there was another possibility of things going wrong.

Should Droite even touch hands with someone who has been tainted? Sure, he was positive Droite has killed before, but she was still a happy and cheery child. He was afraid of taking away that child-like innocence just by being with her.

However, she looked so hopeful. So eager to dance, he felt his gut twisting into a tight knot as he hesitantly takes her hand in his. Maybe one little dance couldn’t hurt.

She looks at him expectantly, her eyes sparkling with energy and excitement, and when he takes her hand she can feel her insides start to jump.

He actually agreed! This was fantastic! She’d get to teach her new friend how to dance after all, and Droite rocks back on her heels in a moment of excitement.

“Oui, oui! Zis is going to be great, just you watch Monsieur Lowell, you will be the best dancer by the time we’re done!”

Pulling her with a sudden jerk, she catches his other hands in hers with a grin, holding them up and adjusting her footing.

In all honesty, he wants to leave. Gauche’s words ringing in his head, along with the threat she had given him if she were to spot him with her. It was just as she said; they were enemies. Yeager especially. No matter what, Yeager always tried to get under his skin, just to make him angry. And he was really good at it, even if he kept a calm composure around the guy.

It was kind of unbelievable to think Droite was linked to a man like that. Someone who made his blood boil. When Droite was good and honest, unlike him. But was Yeager really so bad when he looked after her and Gauche? Yuri didn’t want to even think about it.

He feels a large lump in his throat, and feels like he’s been cornered to an edge, trapped, with little room to escape. No matter, he keeps a relaxed face, despite how he was feeling inside.

“ I don’t know ‘bout that. I might step on your toes. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“Dancing is just like sword fighting, if you can fight wiz a sword, you can dance! And if you step on my toes, then you just say sorry!”

She’s hell bent on doing this, and her poor ability to read people has her thinking Yuri is just concerned for her feet.

Was she… Dancing? Guess this didn’t have to do with the chaos that happened earlier. He preferred it not to be, honestly. Dancing sounded like a better idea, but not the best idea for him. He really didn’t know how to dance. It has been a while since he had done so. Last time he remembered dancing was with Flynn when they were both still kids.

“Sorry, but I’m not the best dancer.”

“Then i’ll teach you! Gauche and i used to dance all ze time when we were little!”

Jumping up and down slightly, the girl claps, the idea of actually getting to teach someone something for once was exciting and gave her a buzz of energy she hadn’t had before.

As much as he didn’t mind her company, whenever he finds Droite near him, he feels uneasy. As if Gauche or Yeager will pop up any second with weapons, ready to stab him.

“I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“Just don’t go overboard with it.”