The Eyes of the Dragon and Moon

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Itachi exhaled sharply as he walked the darkened streets of the city he hated.

Leaf, the capitol of Fire Country and his "hometown".

He hated everything about it, which had translated into the written word as he wrote a series of horror and murder novels that topped the charts days after their release.

Now with that series finished, he was being hard pressed by his editor to at least start another book.

So he prowled the streets in search of inspiration at some early hour in the morning, with the kind of fag he didn't want but had anyway hanging from his lips, it's end the only natural light he could see, the stars covered by smog and clouds.

He paused under the eaves of an apartment complex when the rain that had been threatening the last four days finally unleashed its' wrath upon the city. His black gaze swept the buildings around before doubling back when he saw light.

The sign above the door told him the building with lights on at this unholy hour was a dance studio. His interest piqued he darted through the sheets of rain and slid in the door, sliding his wet shoes off to make his approach to the source of the music drifting through the air quieter.

He followed the music to it's source and paused in the door way to the room of mirrors that the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen danced in.

The dancer was a young man with a slender body that had an androgynous sexuality to it, all smooth lines and gentle curves that hid the muscle that preformed all sorts of dance moves flawlessly. Long, beautiful silky looking coffee black hair swung about as if with a will of its' own and begged for Itachi to run his fingers through it.

Itachi was amazed as the younger man slid through a tango that switched to a foxtrot, which bled into a pop and lock that dried his mouth and then into an elegant waltz that dragged into a breakdancing move, the music switching accordingly every fifteen seconds or so.

Itachi saw things that ranged from Bollywood moves to moves that he was sure were from China or Japan and then into something seen only in the best strip clubs before the music finally played itself out.

Eyes the sweet color of the moon he hardly ever saw in Leaf turned on him when the boy caught sight of him in the mirror and Itachi knew what his next novel would be. He swallowed hard when the young man walked over towards him, mile long legs eating up the ground with a sway that distracted Itachi to no end guiding his hips back and forth enticingly.

It would be about a whirlwind romance about the best dancer in the business and a down on his luck writer, and maybe some cutthroat, cloak and dagger stuff, because he couldn't write pure romance.

Itachi world was narrowed down to this beautiful creature as wonderful lips parted, his eyes of the moon locked with Itachi's Dragon eyes. Itachi's last distracted thought was that inspiration could really come from anywhere.

"What are you doing out so late? My name is Neji."

Or maybe a book about ninja, and a forbidden love between a ninja who had betrayed his home and still loved someone from it, someone who wouldn't leave.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

"Have I met you before?

Yeah, this was actually my Grade 12 English exam essay, without the names, since the prompt was "Inspiration can come from anywhere"

So tell me what you think.

Kira

Oh! I'm in China for ten days! Yay!