Well now, I'm sure most of you people reading my other fics are going "What the heck is she writing this for?" Well, when I found the DDR section, then I couldn't help it! I had to give it a try! So I invented Kane, Mina, and then had them play DDR.

So yeah. That's why. I'm a DDR freak myself, so I have a feeling I didn't make many mistakes. I own Ultramix and Extreme as well, so the song list should be accurate.

But I'm an idiot, so that may not happen. Whatever.

I own nothing here, and I'm not making any money whatsoever! Nothing is mine!

I hope you enjoy this. And don't mid the separators. I'm experimenting...

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"Kane! Kane look!"

Kane Hennings, aged 16, raised his eyes to gaze at his best friend. The blonde haired, bubbly girl was waving a single sheet of paper in the air, making him follow it sharply with his purple eyes. He said nothing as his friend, Mina Zen, was content to just wave it around. He leveled her with a 'look' and she stopped.

"Kane look! For lunch activities! Someone brought DDR!"

Kane took the paper, which was obviously the morning bulletin. He skimmed it, then raised one navy eyebrow.

"'Like DDR?'" he read aloud. "'For this week only, come enjoy the game with friends at lunch. Learn the game or bust some moves, we're waiting'."

"So, you trying?" Mina asked. Kane smiled and handed her the bulletin.

"Of course! That'll be so much fun!"

Kane had been six the first time he had tried Dance Dance Revolution. His older brother had taken him to an amusement park and Kane had been drawn to the game almost instantly. His brother had ridiculed him that day, and his sister had told him to stick to rougher sports. Kane had just huffed and had practiced at the arcade from that day forwards. As soon as Ultramix had been released, he had gotten a copy to practice at home.

His DDR skills improved over the years and he eventually half mastered Ultramix. He moved on to Max, Max2 and Extreme. He had all the songs on each of them and then gave his mother a scare when he needed a new mat every three months. Finally desperate enough, Kane had invested in two Metal Pads. It took some getting used to, but Kane had managed to play on Heavy mode, under almost any modifier. Reverse, x2, Hidden, Dark and Shuffle were his favorites. Boost was okay, but he didn't like it as much.

At age fourteen, when he deemed himself competition worthy, he had met Mina. Being both addicted to DDR, they had made fast friends and were continuously trying to best each other. Mina preferred Freestyling more than facing the screen, and he admitted she was better than him... in that respect.

Someone had brought DDR, and soft pads. Kane only hoped that they were taped to the floor; The Legend of Max had a tendency to move the soft pads.

"Kane? Hellooooo..."

"Sorry, Mina," Kane said. "Where's the teacher?"

"Who cares?" Mina asked. She loosened the red bow of her female uniform with distaste. "He left. I can't wait for lunch!"

Kane smiled as the bell rang and he gathered his books. Still smiling, he let Mina babble on as they ventured to their History class. His mind was going over the songs he liked in his mind, and heard nothing that wasn't DDR related. He couldn't wait for lunch, that was for sure...

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"Ooh, there it is! Cool! Extreme! Let's do V!"

Kane let himself be pulled along by the hand as they nudged their way through the mass of students. Some other student was playing Only You on Beginner, making Mina twitch in excitement. Kane ignored her, and the failing dancer as he scanned the crowd. People seemed to be losing interest with the slow song. He needed to do Legend...

"Come on Kane! It's our turn!" Kane blinked and saw that Mina had already discarded her black shoes and was bouncing on the first player pad. He could hear mutters about 'boringness' as he also stepped onto the pad (which was indeed taped down).

He couldn't blame them. Kane didn't look like he played the game at all, what with his shoulder length navy blue hair, and purple eyes. He was slim as well, and looked more suited to volleyball or badminton.

Smiling innocently, he scrolled to The legend of Max, then put the difficulty on Heavy, receiving a strange look from the person in charge.

"Um, you might not want to do that. Do you know how fat that goes?"

"Yep," Kane answered. He pressed start before anyone could say much more, and then watched the screen intently.

"Kane, you're insane!" Mina exclaimed before the arrows sped up the screen.

Ignoring everyone, Kane moved across the pad in time with the beat, focused on the game. Mina's cries of frustration had faded until there was only him and the music. His feet pounded as softly as possible on the pad in rapid succession, sometimes forcing him to turn away from the screen. That didn't matter though; he'd done this too many times to be affected.

Finally jumping o the last of the freeze arrows, Kane panted and pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. Beside him, Mina had doubled over, gasping for breath. They both inhaled deeply as they took in their scores. They had tied at an A, though they barely made it. The 'Good' count was almost too high, at 10 each.

"Wow, you two are awesome!" someone said. "Do another!"

"Do Me!" another person requested, making Kane snicker.

"Jet World!"

"A! No, V!"

"Maximizer!"

Mina grinned and then had them do Only You to calm down. As a third stage, Kane scrolled through the list, then stopped on V (for EXTREME). Mina smiled.

"Yay!" she squealed, right before pressing start. Kane tried not to look at what Mina was doing, but she was moving a lot more than necessary. V wasn't a particularly hard song, so it no wonder she had some form of a routine for it.

When V finished it's creepy piano music, Kane gratefully stepped off the pad. Mina was panting, but smiling as she bounced along beside him. She had a supply of endless energy, most likely; Kane just wanted to sit down and rest for a minute.

"Hey, Kane, look," Mina said suddenly. Kane followed the direction she was looking in and saw what looked to be a registry sheet. He walked over to it, mentally bouncing to 321 Stars in the background. Mina was bouncing.

"What is this?" he asked. Mina shrugged.

"Dunno. Maybe we should ask someone..."

Kane turned and then spotted the same man that had warned him. He walked over, and then tapped him.

"Um, do you know what the point of the registry sheet is?"

"That's the registration form for players who want a membership card," the man said simply. Mina frowned.

"Membership card?" she asked. "For what?"

"If enough people sign up, we'll bring back DDR every day, but we'll install the Metal Pads in a larger classroom that we'll modify for our needs. The membership card gets you in for free, instead of the dollar you'd need to pay for five stages."

Kane and Mina shared a look, then smiled gratefully. They both returned to the paper, then Mina pulled out a pen from wherever she kept it in her skirt's pocket. After a minute, she handed him the pen. He took it and then inscribed his name, age, classroom number and the level he played at. When he glanced at the other people who had signed up, he saw he was among a few of the people who played the toughest stages. Smirking, he put the word 'mod' in brackets.

"Oh you show off!" Mina huffed. "You're so mean!"

"But that's how I play!" Kane protested playfully. "Besides, I'm sure more people play with mods."

"Mm-hmm..." Mina acknowledged before she smiled. "Can't wait for the cards..."

"Neither can I," Kane agreed. His stomach rumbled at him, reminding him that he hadn't yet eaten his lunch. Blushing, he laughed. "Come on, let's go eat."

"I'm right behind ya!"

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Well, there you have it. The first chapter. I have a feeling I know where this is going, so bear with me. Should I even continue this, or should I just abandon it? Whatever.

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