A/N: I'm not sure why they're dancing. They just are, because this is based off of Tommy Spark's "She's Got Me Dancing." D:

He could only stare. She danced and sang and she didn't give a rip about how off-key her voice was, because she was just that happy, and she couldn't care less about the fact that each step she took in the dance was one, two, three seconds behind, because she was too into to find any reason in following the beat. She was Rukia Kuchiki, cherishing the moments away from her stern older sibling.

Hanatarou, on the other hand, had no one but himself that dumped a daily load of pressure on the weak shoulders he'd been born with. He just watched and whispered as people came and went. He knew her kind, and he knew his kind, and they would never clash.

He couldn't think of a time where he'd felt lonelier. It was only at these times, as he watched the people he loved sway along to a beat that he would feel like this was such a cold world. He'd feel like an invisible force put a wall between them.

Regardless, Hanatarou danced as well. Behind the cruel, cold wall, his feet flew around on the floor. He could keep up whereas Rukia's moves continued to be just a tad behind. It didn't matter. He knew that. It didn't matter. She danced better than he did no matter how off she was. She sang better than he did no matter how off it might be. It was just because she was who she was.

Hanatarou sidestepped. Rukia was all over the place. She was sidling up beside him. He'd be flattered and blushing and flustered if he didn't know that she was merely moving to the beat that was exclusive to her own self.

A tiny, almost nonexistent sigh escaped his lips. The loneliness nearly consumed him at times. Being who he was he could handle it, yes. Either way, he sometimes had to wonder why it only seemed to be him that was lonely.

Rukia's thigh brushed past Hanatarou's own leg as she twirled past him. While she didn't notice, Hanatarou felt like it was a sign. He felt like she'd pulled some of his loneliness away in that simple touch of the legs. He felt… hopeful.

Hanatarou's feet tapped against the ground just a bit faster. The music blared, the shoes clattered against the floor, and their bodies would occasionally twirl dangerously close to snapping that wall. Rukia didn't care. Hanatarou didn't care. In fact, he was beginning to think the wall didn't exist.