Disclaimer: I do not own YGO, Dancing with the Stars, or the song Dance with Me.
Prompt courtesy of Renecake426: Dancing with the Stars, Peachshipping, and the song Dance With Me by Orleans, which you should definitely listen to when reading this.
Yugi Motou straightened his shirt collar. A little to the left here, a little to the right there, and, aw, hell, at this rate he would never going to figure out how to maneuver this boringly rectangular piece of silk into a bowtie. And curtain was in exactly two minutes. Crap and crap and crap.
A long, panicked sigh stretched across the dressing room. He wondered if he should just quit while he was ahead and wear the stupid thing like a beret. Nah, he shook his head. There was a high probability Anzu would frown at that sight and, for some reason, the prospect terrified him more than falling flat on his face or being eliminated from charity dance tournament that he joined for her and her only. Anzu, his dance coach/life partner/best friend turned insanely disciplined drill sergeant, had insisted in her warm-with-a-hint-of-steel voice that he needed to dress the part for waltzing, which quickly devolved into a costume fitting for the most terrifyingly uncomfortable outfit known to professional card game players who lived in school uniforms: the three piece tuxedo, complete with striped vest, starched shirt, and fluttering coattails.
Coattails.
Yugi was about to comment when the steely glean entered her eyes, too. He quickly disguised his protests as exaggerated exclamations of joy at the prospect of dressing up like a penguin in front of the entire Japanese viewing public to help raise money for the National Cancer Foundation...or so he guessed. Anzu grinned widely, the same smile she gave him when he admitted defeat after a long debate (really more of a one-sided monologue on her part), when he agreed to lend his "King of Games" title to "King of Games Stumbling Across the Dance Floor for Everyone's Enjoyment." It wasn't as much a demotion as it was a promotion because he thoroughly enjoyed kicking Kaiba's butt in the ratings while he was at it. CEOs can't tango to save their companies, or maybe this one was just too busy fiddling with his smartphone to notice his feet landing in the orchestra pit.
The whine of tubas alerted Yugi to the fact that curtain was now due to be up in one minute and he still hadn't figured out how that damn tie, neck bow, hanging rope, whatever the hell that paisley patterned thing was supposed to be works, if it even worked at all. He glared with his trademark Heart of the Cards pose, half-expecting the silk to develop a steely glean in its eyes, too, before folding, but, nope, the fabric remained disdainful of his sartorial prowess.
Sighing yet again, Yugi shuffled towards the overhead lights on the stage, where Anzu was waiting, radiant in a pastel-colored knee-length ballgown that somehow made her look more beautiful than ever even under the harsh glare of 80,000 watts. She was grinning again and, for a moment, Yugi very much resembled an adorable, love-struck penguin...if penguins gawked with their mouths open before camera crews and live studio audiences.
"I'm sorry," he apologized swiftly, wrapping one arm around her torso and placing the other on her collarbone as the lights hummed in displeasure. He was late. "I couldn't get the damn thing to work and it was time to be here and I- aw, hell-"
She smiled as she attached a peach-colored clip-on bow on his no-longer-starched collar. "That's why I brought you this. Now dance with me."
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