A/N

I've been thinking lately. Which is serious for me, since I almost never use the gray blob rammed up in my skull...

My older sister was brutally raped twice. Count 'em. Twice. 'Brutally' meaning she was left for dead in an ally way in New York City.

Then I thought that as soon as we're born we start dying. Courtesy of Cake's song,
Sheep go to Heaven.

And then of course, I've never really gotten over the hatred for my brother's ex-fiance. She dumped him for his friend after proclaiming undying love.

But, despite all of these morbid thoughts, I'm in a relatively good mood. (^_^)

Call me crazy, see if I care. After reading pure smut stories and laughing my ass off for no apparent reason in silence can do things to you.

Anyway...

This fic was inspired by all of those brilliant authors out there. Would anyone out there believe me if I said I've never gotten a flame before? (OO;;)

*Giggles* My bro's on a sugar high. Currently dancing around the room to a band called
Jazzanova. Now THAT is GOOD techno. (^-^) He's doing so much better...

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Now, that was wayy back in.. whenever I published the story. ^-^; I've reread, to find that the style is so much different from what I've come up with today. And that, *points up*, was a complete rant. Since I rewrote this, I've kinda gotten over the whole brother problem since he has too. ^^ He's in lubbles again~! With, coincidentally, another guy. Whee!

But, anyway. Enjoy chapter one of Dance, version 2.0! ^w^


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A motion, smooth of silk, with a dainty hand.

The beat came up instantly. The lone foot on which everyone's attention was upon moved up and down in sync to the music, creating bass in soft, gentle thumps upon the wooden floor.

The owner of the foot curled its bottom lip slightly, biting on it gently, poised, waiting for his turn to flow.

As soon as the voice began to rumble from the speakers, his arms snapped to life. They circled and curled and twisted and waved and flew to the tune that bounced and slid around in his eardrums.

The legs conjured the feet to move along with them, and soon the small, lithe form was a slight blur of black and blue, dipping its back low, dropping the hand and curving it to meet the body's position before balancing on his nimble hands and flipping back onto his moving feet.

After a minute or so of the form that was silk's dancing, the other figures in the room's pairs of feet started to tap, all together in rhythm, making more bass for the elite dancer flowing around the center of the room.

It was a flutter of limbs and colors and sweat. Summersaults, twists, turns, leaps, dives, dips...

Hold it, HOLD IT!

Everyone stopped in awkward positions, some crashing into each other, falling over or hopping around on one foot, trying to regain lost balance. The drummer sighed, bopped the symbol once with his drumstick, and plopped into his seat, searching for the most-likely squished sandwich in his pocket.

Yuugi sighed as he brought up his fingers to massage his aching temples.

No, no, no! What the heck are you doing, Anzu? You're completely out of alignment! The small form paced in front of the young brunette, bright eyes narrowing in contempt.

I'm sorry, Yuugi-sama, a young brunette said softly, lowering her head from the stare she was receiving. It won't happen--

Again? You said that last time, Mazaki, and I'm still seeing it. Yuugi raised an eyebrow.

Ocean-blue eyes glared at him.

Yuugi interrupted for the second time, fuschia eyes bright in anger, are lessons for, Mazaki? Hm? He supported his head on his palm, looking as if he were thoughtful. Can you tell me that?

Anzu remained silent in anger. The other people in the room giggled softly at the disliked girl's caught mistake. The smell of sweat mingled in with the tension, leaving a very uncomfortable stillness in the room.

Yuugi raised the other brow.

The brunette released her held breath haughtily. I will come to the next lesson, Mutou-san. Yuugi's last name was spat in contempt.

You'd better, Mazaki, or I'll fail you.

He walked back to the front of the large classroom, all surprised eyes trailing him. Anzu was furious. Fail her? Fail her? The daughter of the whole dance school?

Anzu vehemently stomped out of the dance studio, the thick metal door slamming behind her. Everyone left to hear the echo winced.

Yuugi sighed. I apologize for that. As you all know, Mazaki isn't very... cooperative.

Laughing agreement sounded off throughout the large room.

Now, as you all know, the internationals are coming in three months. You'll never get anywhere in the dancing world if you don't get noticed. This is the only chance I can give you. Only.

Everyone nodded. Some swallowed nervously.

Yuugi continued, eyeing every student, you've all got to work with me. No slacking, no missing rehearsals, nothing. Okay?

Again, everyone nodded.

Tryouts will be held in three weeks. Word of advice: they're all old crones, so impress them with the.. grace they have lost. Chuckles. Yuugi smiled tiredly, making a mark on his clipboard next to Anzu's name. There were many marks. He looked back up to the students' questioning gaze.

Once more and that'll be a wrap... Yuugi clapped his hands. The drummer, Jay, snorted awake and started banging the stretched leather and plastic and metal. The flurry of movement started up again. Fuschia eyes watched, drumming their fingers, examining the silhouettes in the setting sun.


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Are ya' sure ya' c'n make it to da' big leagues, Yuug'?

Yuugi walked down one of the many busy streets of New York with his friend, Katsuya Jounouchi. Jou, I don't--know. Yuugi adjusted the strap holding his backpack in annoyance.

Goo' class dis year? Jou asked, grabbing a free Chile dog from a vendor and munching on it. They continued walking town Chinatown. The honking cars added to Yuugi's growing headache, a groan escaping him.

No, not really... I mean, none of them have any special abilities. Oh! And the Mazaki brat is a bitch.

Jou gasped in mock amazement, and, momentarily forgetting on the food in his choked on his half-chewed Chile dog. He paused in the street to cough vehemently and pound his chest, people glancing at his odd behavior.

Youz must be pretty pissed dere, Yuug', Jou said as he observed the aloof face of his friend. Anger sparkled and cracked in his eyes.

Yuugi rolled aforementioned eyes. Well, you try teaching her and still be sane without getting fired.

Jou sighed. He spotted a lady waltzing down the street, and his naughty eyes paused on the woman's chest. He whistled lowly and quietly.

Yuugi knocked him on his skull.

Well, at least I look!

I'm not interested, Jou, Yuugi stated. It's like a hobby to you, for goodness sake. And I know just as well as you that you fancy men.

Jou raised a finger to complain, or perhaps counter his best friend's remark, but Yuugi checked his watch, embedded with a small sapphire, and raised his eyebrows. Well, it's already three twenty. I gotta run! And with that, he joined the ever growing crowd of the city in a sprint, leaving Jou standing there with his index finger raised, jaw open, about to speak.

Jou blinked, licking the raised finger and ridding it of its Chile sauce. 'Well, damn.'


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Version 2.0-- finooshed. ^w^

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Sorry for the shortness... But, it's the 4th, and I plan to spend it blowing off my fingers. (XDD) So... yeah.

I pretty much got this idea from the movie
Center Stage . It's really good! (^-^) All about dancing... Ballet, but it's still good...

What kind of dancing is it? *Shrugs* Modern, maybe... Or... Uhm, if you have any suggestions, please tell me! *Smiles* I'll give you credit.

Updates? Maybe tomorrow-- No, wait. People are coming. People with small children. *Sighs* I get to entertain them. (;~;) The parents dislike me.

Please review! (^_^)