Keep it Strictly Ballroom
Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade or the characters. And yes this fic will have Yaoi in it.
Chapter 1
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From the time that I was Four years old, I ate slept and thought dance. I don't remember ever hating dance, even though when I think about it, it was one of many things shoved down my throat. But it's also one of the only things, that I actually feel connected to my parents while doing.
After my parents died, dancing was one of the only things that I could do and feel like I haven't forgotten them. Thankfully it's also one of the only extra-curricular activities that my grandfather approved of.
I cringe just thinking about the old bastard. Him and his tight hold on everything my parents left behind, including me. Nothing goes to me until I agree to be his heir and work as head of Hiwitari Enterprises after he dies, and that of course includes any rules that he conjures up for me.
Shaking my slate bangs of sweat I click off the music in a fury, "no!" I shout, "This doesn't feel right."
I then turn to my partner who is now shrieking at me her blonde curls bouncing as she does, "What are you talking about! Our execution of this routine is more than perfect!"
"That's the problem, this routine is too perfect."
"You make no sense Kai Hiwatari! This routine was made by the best!"
With a sigh I walk back over to her, "Alright, let's try this one more time." After bringing her in to my arms my hand on the small of her back, I lead, we move with ease around the floor. But I can't help but feel like this is mechanical, and I can't figure out what the story is to this dance, and is this even the story I want to convey when dancing.
I lightly push the gangly girl out of my arms. She trips back a few steps before letting out a high pitch shrill.
Letting out a heavy sigh I shake my head again, "No, it's still not right."
She shrieks again, "What do you mean it's not right?! I am the top dancer at this school! And with me and you dancing this routine together, we will easily graduate with the highest marks!"
"Maybe that's the problem. I don't want it to be easy."
I hear her shrill again before picking up her things then staring me in the face, "Maybe you need a new partner then!" She stamps her foot, and heads for the door.
Before she quite leaves I say, 'Bye'. Loud enough for her to hear which in turn only gets me another ear wrenching screech as she storms off. Good riddance, she was giving me a headache.
I kick my bag in frustration, "well there goes my partner." Picking up my abused bag I let out another sigh before slinging it over my shoulder then head out as well.
This is my last year of being at this art college, and all I want to do is serve my parents memories well before taking up the stupid life that my grandfather has all laid out for me.
As I turn off the lights and turn the corner a crude beat catches my attention. I peer in lazily to see what could possibly enjoy such brain sucking music. Gawking, I almost had to catch my breath. Inside was a boy street dancing of all things, but I had to admit he looked damn good doing it.
His robotic like moves, moving in perfect time with the beat. A half sway then pivot to one side, spinning and falling and back up again. It was graceful, effortless, and beautiful even. He was slender and tone, his long raven hair in a braid that followed him in every step and sway.
The music stopped, leaving him breathing hard a satisfying grin on his face. That's when I realized I was staring, so averting my gaze I continued on down the hall.
End Chapter