Summary: Kyoya has always loved the dance, but loves the dancer even more.

Pairings: Kyoya/OC and slight Mori/OC

Author's Notes: Enjoy, and I will update faster if you review!

Dancing Between the Lines

Prologue

A five-year-old Kyoya tried to stifle a yawn, as he was led over to a couple and their daughter. The ballet performance that he had been required to attend had run late, well past his bedtime. His older brothers, more accustomed to the late hour did not hint that they were tired, but their boredom was slightly portrayed on their faces. However, they followed dutifully behind their father. Fuyumi had declined to meet the small family, preferring to wait with her fiancé and the rest of his family.

The couple was obviously an interracial couple. The woman was of Japanesse decent. Her long black hair flowed down her back and her slim eyes were a beautiful hazel color. The man was obviously strong, as he held his daughter with one arm. His hair was a strange mixture of red, brown, and the beginnings of gray. His green eyes sparkled with laugher.

"Ootori," the man said, waving his free hand, "it's good to see you again."

"You as well, Healy," Kyoya's father replied.

In his head, Kyoya scanned his memory for the importance of the family. Healy, must be Robert Healy, the son who turned his father's failing pharmaceutical company into a success. That meant the Japanese woman was his wife, Hiromi Healy. The child was their daughter, Melody.

Hiromi smiled lovingly. "Yoshio, your sons look like they will grow into fine young men."

"I expect nothing less of them," Kyoya's father said with pride.

Kyoya continued to stare up at Melody. She was still in her costume from the ballet. She had danced as a young party guest in the Nutcracker. Her hair, a similar shade to her father's, was curled gracefully around her face. Her eyes were one of the few signs that she was half Japanese. They studied him as he studied her.

"Your performance was beautiful tonight," Kyoya said up to the girl.

Melody blinked, and then smiled. "Thank you, Kyoya."

"Melody honey, how do you know his name?" her mother asked. Melody shrugged, not giving up her juicy secret.

Her father placed her down on her feet. "Well go talk to your new friends."

The three adults turned to talk to one another, casually, about business. Kyoya didn't buy the pleasantries; his father had to be scheming about something.

"Do you want to play a game?" Melody asked the brothers, after she got bored of what the adults were saying. The three shrugged. The young girl turned to the older two boys. "Try to find us."

Without a second thought, Melody grabbed Kyoya's hand and took off running. He could hear his father protesting, and Healy's assurance that the pair couldn't get far. Kyoya could also hear his brothers trying to follow them, but they were having trouble trying to navigate through a large group of people. Melody led him through the lobby, and back into the theater area.

"I don't think we are supposed to be here," Kyoya said as he dropped Melody's hand.

Melody turned towards him. "Who is here to stop us?"

He watched the young girl climb up onstage. She danced slowly for a few minutes before turning to him. "Come up here and dance with me! It's not right to dance by yourself."

Kyoya climbed up on stage. Melody placed his hands where they were supposed to go, and the two started a clumsy waltz. Suddenly, soft violin music came over the speakers. Some of the other dancers from the show had also escaped into the theater.

All of the other dancers were older than the hiding children, however they still joined the simple waltz that was going around. Kyoya couldn't help but notice that a bottle of something was being passed around.

The door open to the theater, Melody and Kyoya quickly ducked behind some of the scenery that had yet to be put away. Kyoya could hear his oldest brother call for him. "Where are you two?"

"Who two?" the dancer who had played the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy asked.

Kyoya heard his brother sighed. "My younger brother and one of the younger dancers."

"So kids?" a male dancer responded. Melody and Kyoya peaked out from behind the scenery. They watched the male dancer hold up the bottle of something. It looked like wine. "Do you really think that we would have kids hanging around here?"

The door closed. The older dancer laughed behind the back of the Ootori boy. The dancers went back to their wine. The young pair came out from behind the scenery. They sat on the edge of the stage, with their feet hanging down.

"I like it here" Kyoya said out loud.

Melody looked up at him and smiled. "Then stay with me forever."

Interesting Notes:

The surname Healy means artistic and scientific in Gaelic