Mambo Italiano
Vio headed back to the small village of Kokrri. His missed their native way, the dances and charming little songs. But when he wasn't greeted by the native ways, no. But by a new form of dance performed by a boy, who looked like a missing love. But the purple hair was replaced by starry gray, and the crimson eyes weren't as light. His was forced in the dance, and it became very fast paced and… Um? This boy was moving Vio in ways Vio didn't know was possible for ANYone. An orange hair boy objected to the dance but was ignored; as the dance heated up, Vio's face did so well. The beat got faster and faster till it felt like the only thing moving was the ground. Then when Vio finally gave in and enjoyed the danced it stopped. "If you'd like more, you'll have to fallow me." The boy whispered in Vio's ear. And with that the boy let him go and walk off into a small house and with a smirk, and disappeared inside. "I'm Vio, by the way." Vio said, entering the small house.
"I know." The boy smiled, waving a hand at Vio. Then Vio saw them: tiny cuts tracing the boy's palm. Cuts caused only by glass, the boy smiled. "Now to business."