This is typical gaze again- so RUN! Top of that don't anything but plot and the OCs. Oh yeah and have you read, "Another Chibi, Another Problem" by Phoenix-Roar? It's so cute…well if you haven't where the hell have you been? And btw, Phoenix-Roar if you're reading this…PLZ write more chapters in that fic! I'll help you!

This story is based on true events, and a novel and purely my own ideas. As you may know, the whole story is under revision, a few cleaning up here and there…still the same facts and plotline is pretty much the same! Warning: it's slightly AU. The time period of the seasons is a bit different.

Killer Dancer
Chapter 1: Who is the stud?

(Flashback)

It was the Summer School Year End Dance. Hilary Tatibana wore a strapless little black dress and a sky blue shrug and a pair of sky blue stilettos. She was dancing along the catchy beat of the music when she lost her step and stepped on something…the most likely story…

(End of Flashback)

"Hhheeelllloooo!" Samantha waved her hand in front of Hilary's face. She shook her head and blinked several times, finally awake from her trance, "What?"

"Snap out of it!" Samantha was furious then calmed down, "Did you see that cutie?" Her cerulean blue eyes wandered the hall as she flicked her shoulder length platinum blond hair. She was the girl who gave another definition to the word 'cute.' She couldn't simply help it but to fall in love too easily and soon and being the school's boy magnet wasn't helping either. Nonetheless, she was never able to land on a perfect 10. The reason…she couldn't stay with the same guy for a day.

"No, I was too distracted," Hilary opened her blue locker, revealing the neat, orderly textbooks and the small gym bag. Samantha leaned against a locker beside Hilary and sighed, "He was so cute…"

"I'll take your word for it," she bluntly replied as she took out her textbooks from her locker, which suddenly closed with a slam. "What the—" Hilary muttered and peered up with a stunned look. It was the red haired boy named Tala who had pushed the locker shut. He had a dangerous smirk plastered on his face and a glint of friskiness filled his purple eyes. "Hey KD," he greeted.

"Have we met?" she pretended not to know the Russian.

"…hm, depends," he cornered the brunette and had an intense gaze pinned onto her.

"Okay Tala," she laughed nervously, grabbing his hand. "Are you still high or something?"

Tala smiled sheepishly, "No, I like to kid around." He took his free hand and wandered down her waist and she squeaked. AHH! PERVERT! The brunette couldn't help but blush.

"TALA!" she screeched. Suddenly a soccer ball flew across the hall and directly hit the back of Tala's head. He sharply turned and growled as he clenched his fists tight. The ball helplessly bounced to the side as its owner never came to recover it. Hilary ran and picked the soccer ball up with her delicate hands. It looked definitely new and suddenly, she found two initials. K.H.

The redhead strolled towards the brunette and snatched the ball from her hands. "I have to go…I'm it."

"What?" Hilary asked.

"I have to give this back to the owner. See ya later, KD!" Tala said and with that he ran. She waved goodbye as the blonde next to her suddenly spoke.

"I wonder if he's still single," Samantha looked up in wonderment.

Hilary cocked an eyebrow, "Don't you already have a boyfriend? Shane? You know in the 10th grade." Shane wore square framed glasses and had greasy spiky brown hair. Samantha called him 'dreamy' but Hilary just said a muffled ew for he was a player, for a geek.

"He's no good," she said, getting wound up at the thought of the boy.

'And he doesn't know that,' Hilary thought. 'I wonder…' "Who was the guy that passed by?" she asked out of curiosity.

"Oh you know that Russian beyblader, a total hunk…" Samantha said twisting a strand of her hair.

'This not had better be who I think it is, Samantha…ugh you!' The Blitzkrieg Boys did decide to move into Japan and go into Tyson's school as foreign exchange students, but they hadn't given the team full details. "Tala?" Hilary asked, hopeful.

"Close," Samantha fiddled with the strap of her messenger bag. "You were with the Bladebreakers! You should know who I'm talking about!"

"I do," Hilary whispered, clenching her fists.

All of the students sat on the bleachers inside the gymnasium. Students chit and chattered in the gymnasium just then the microphone let out an eerie shrill, silencing the students. Both Hilary and Samantha covered their ears, "Good morning students," the principal greeted.

"Today, a professional dance instructor has come to teach you how to dance. Let's use this opportunity to improve on one of our codes of conduct: trust, by interacting with the opposite sex." Many teens couldn't help but giggle when the principal mentioned the s-word. But most laughter came from the eight-graders or the new-pups of the school.

"People could be so immature," Hilary muttered, sticking out her tongue. "Right, Sam?"Samantha was barely paying any attention. "Sam?" Hilary looked at her left and Samantha was staring at someone…Samantha snapped out of her trance and turned at Hilary with an apologetic smile.

"Hey people!" Hilary shifted her gaze back in front of the gymnasium. It was a guy, in between his late teens and early twenties wearing a Hawaiian shirt. He had light blue hair tied in a ponytail, he had scarlet eyes. "Hiro…" Hilary said in a soft voice.

"I'm Hiro and four people know me here in this school but I'll acknowledge one, my little bro, Tyson." Hilary looked for Tyson, and found him. He had that devastated, embarrassed and idiotic pouty look. 'Feh, typical Tyson.'

"I'm here to teach you how to dance. Music please," Mr Granger announced.

He gave the principal and started to do the swing, then jazz and then the fox-trot around the stage. Hiro did many fancy steps. After a few minutes the music stopped, leaving the principal panting.

"Those are just some of the dances all of you will be doing…Dance classes…will be held everyday during gym class, ten hours a week. The 9th ….grade students will be mixed with the 10th grade students. The…. 11th grade students will be mixed with the 12th grade students. Unfortunately… for the grade 8s, you will not be participating in the dancing course." The principal undoubtedly was out of breath. Almost all of the eighth graders rooted for their 'inconvenience.'

"Dance lessons?" Hilary was devastated. She wanted to run and hide behind a rock. Though there wasn't a rock to run behind of and she couldn't run since she was on her tush. Stranded.

"I guess we have to do these classes," Hilary sighed, looking at her new schedule. "I wonder which grade 10 class boys are we being paired up with."

Samantha's eyes gleamed as she leapt up the air, "I hope it's the class where Kai is!"

'I wish it's not!' Hilary prayed. 'Please…' She defiantly looked at the piece of paper and sighed. The chances of getting Kai were pretty slim, considering the number of fan girls hunting him down. "I just hope I won't break anybody else's toe! And someone would still want to be my partner," she said grimacing.

"Yeah right! Who would want to dance with you, KD?" Samantha laughed not knowing she's hurting her own friend. Hilary sadly frowned at herself, 'You're right, who would want, me, the Killer Dancer as a dance partner...'

End of chapter

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