by Sean Gaffney
Author's Notes: A simple character piece, Yumi POV, starring Yumi and Yumi's self-loathing, as itself.
Yumi was dancing. Not just her body, which she had pretty much put on autopilot, but her mind, her spirit.
She felt exhilarated. Earlier today she had felt like everything was coming to an end. Her life with the Yamayurikai, her 15 minutes of fame. No more Sachiko-sama.
But now she was dancing, and the fire was burning higher, students laughing and playing music and Sachiko's arm was firmly around her waist, a smile playing across her lips.
Later, she would let her mind slow down, and her fears would catch up to her. An ordinary girl, suddenly Rosa Chinensis en bouton's petit soeur. There were so many other girls who were better suited to Sachiko-sama. Yumi had nothing to offer her. She was just fooling herself.
Later, her ego would pack itself back into the box where it spent most of its days.
But now, all her mind could think of was the rosary around her neck and the arm around her waist. She was too fast. Too fast for the doubt, for the fears.
She was dancing with an angel in the pale moonlight.