He almost hesitated to go faster. So much of his life limited by having...
But no. He wasn't Nadeshiko. He wasn't a girl. He was Nagihiko. He was a boy. And no one told boys they couldn't play as hard as they wanted. He could push himself now. He didn't have to hold back. He didn't have to pretend to be weaker or slower or anything to the point where he actually became those things. He could go faster. He could go as fast as he wanted. And if Mallia couldn't keep up, he could gently let her go then go faster on his own.
There were so many kinds of dance out there, and he no longer had to stick with slow traditional Japanese fan dances. He could move, he could push himself to the very limits... He could... take control of his own rhythm!
The egg floated out of his pocket to hover between them. His dancing skidded to as safe a halt as he could manage given the speeds they'd been going.
"It certainly has reached me," an oddly echoed voice said. And it... came from the egg. "Your rhythm!" The egg developed a crack around its middle quickly and then... the shell flew apart into a top and a bottom and a small Chara popped out from where the egg had been in a quick blast of sparkles. He was about the size of Nagihiko's hand.
Nagihiko stared, as if awed, as if he had forgotten that Mallia was there. "Shugo... Chara..." he whispered.
The small creature had its hands in its pockets and did a flip in midair. "I'm Rhythm! Are we gonna stand around, or are we gonna have some fun?" he asked.
"Rhythm..." Nagihiko repeated in a whisper, still seeming stunned.
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But no. He wasn't Nadeshiko. He wasn't a girl. He was Nagihiko. He was a boy. And no one told boys they couldn't play as hard as they wanted. He could push himself now. He didn't have to hold back. He didn't have to pretend to be weaker or slower or anything to the point where he actually became those things. He could go faster. He could go as fast as he wanted. And if Mallia couldn't keep up, he could gently let her go then go faster on his own.
There were so many kinds of dance out there, and he no longer had to stick with slow traditional Japanese fan dances. He could move, he could push himself to the very limits... He could... take control of his own rhythm!
The egg floated out of his pocket to hover between them. His dancing skidded to as safe a halt as he could manage given the speeds they'd been going.
"It certainly has reached me," an oddly echoed voice said. And it... came from the egg. "Your rhythm!" The egg developed a crack around its middle quickly and then... the shell flew apart into a top and a bottom and a small Chara popped out from where the egg had been in a quick blast of sparkles. He was about the size of Nagihiko's hand.
Nagihiko stared, as if awed, as if he had forgotten that Mallia was there. "Shugo... Chara..." he whispered.
The small creature had its hands in its pockets and did a flip in midair. "I'm Rhythm! Are we gonna stand around, or are we gonna have some fun?" he asked.
"Rhythm..." Nagihiko repeated in a whisper, still seeming stunned.