Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.
"No way," Anzu said, round-eyed, as the girl beside her gracefully spun and stepped, eyes glued to the unfamiliar screen and the glowing colors swirling within. Behind her, Anzu could hear catcalls and jeers, could hear her own side of the display plonking her missed steps - "stop oglin' and dance, missy!" - somebody yelled...
Anzu's face set. Oh, it was on. She didn't volunteer to show the girl around the modern world only to be one-upped at what she did best!
Shoulders back, she turned, ignored the pale Egyptian girl beside her. The best competitions were the ones you played against yourself, and Mazaki Anzu needed to bring out her best game today. Anzu launched herself back into the game with a determined pose, eyes glued to the screen, feet springing across the colored pad as decisively as Kisara's brushed it lightly. So this girl thought she could just waltz into Anzu's life and show her up at a dancing game on her first time playing? Well, she had another thought coming, because only one person had ever beaten Yuugi Mutou in any game in years and that was this young lady here, on this very machine - "My legs are too short, Anzu-chan!" -
-she was just checking up on the competition, Anzu told herself, as she peered back over at Kisara, breaking her vow to compete against just herself. Nothing more. But she couldn't help but notice the other girl already had a dancer's legs, toned from running, slender and strong.
The observation cost her the match.