Hey people of the net haha. This is my first upload! Whohoo!
Okay just to clarify, the chracters aren't mentioned so here they are:
Main character: KAITO
Ballroom owner: Miku
Main character's brother: Gakupo
There she stood, I'd finally found her. Like she was carved from an angel she looked upon me with eyes made of every color of the rainbow surrounded by a menacing evil gold. It seemed like hours passed when I looked back to the clock that still reads 4. The dancers swirled around us as she walked closer. Each step she took was a stab in my heart at the fact of what I knew she really was, a murderer, a demon, by definition a living matryoshka. Still not knowing how to release the souls of the fallen people she has taken, I pondered whether I should take the hand she had stretched out in front of me. "Dance with me," she said. Despite my urge to run for the door I took her hand; her eyes began to glow, the tattoos on her face seemed to dance hypnotically. Her eyes seemed to read my mind when she asked, "What's wrong? Can't you tell me? Just a little?" "I know what you are," I tell her, without being able to remove my eyes from hers. "Shh, don't tell anyone, the world my very well turn upside down," she whispered. All I could muster was, "Um well,-" until she interrupted, "If you please dance more and more!" Then we swirled the song seemed to last for days, but the clock still read 4. Then she yelled, "Just play the chord!" The music roared, she sang as she danced in a voice that was anything but human. It was beautiful, so much so that I began to cry. She cooed, "Pain, hurt, but no don't cry." I could no longer utter a single word, her eyes seemed to be the only thing I could see anymore, and I couldn't even remember the fact that she still has the soul of my brother. "Clap your hands, not entirely childish, and watch, to this purposefully-crazed tune Certainly, I don't care either way, the warmth of the world is melting away," she commanded. Soon I found myself dancing and laughing without a care in the world clapping, singing, but not being. "I feel broken apart, you, throw out all of your memories too!" she commanded my subconscious. Without even consent from me, my mind threw out everything I knew, except my knowing and loving of the beautiful matryoshka dancing with me. Then I began to sound more and more like her when I said, "All's to be laughed at, dance with me in all your foolishness! This is SONG! 1 2, 1 2! Just hit the key!" With a smile far worse than that of the Cheshire cat she outburst, "Hurry! And dance no longer!" With a crooked gait we walked simultaneously to a large mirror. Gaping at the appearance of what I assumed was myself, the matryoshka whispered, "Shall we do more fantastic things?" I nodded and smirked as she crashed on my lips in an unnatural way. Then she stood back a moment to allow me to see the paleness of my hands, the chill on my check, and to see the blood trickling from the knife that had been forced into my abdomen. She reminded me, "Everything, everything's to be laughed at." At that I laughed. Joyous and full of laughter, I once again looked to the mirror to see my eyes grey and unfeeling. Then they glowed in a similar way to hers, so I smiled in a new horrifying way all my own as I sang, "See how today...I'm a patched up crazy MATRYOSHKA!" I turned around me to see my long forgotten brother who had identical eyes as mine, and smiled unpleasantly. Everyone in the room was the same. Then she exclaimed to everyone around her, "Ah, I'm a broken piece, even our memory is abandoned. Shall we go out on an adventure? Show me your SONG!" Then everyone sang, in a terrifyingly beautiful voice, "Certainly I've always been this way, a crazy patched up MATRYOSHKA!" The clock still lies the number 4, as the next victim walks through the door with the wonderful beautiful monster.