What's up? Guess what. I made ANOTHER story. I guess I played DC3 too much. Yesterday I went to my cousin, and played DC3 on his Xbox. I had a little bit over 3 million points in the hard mode in Gangnam Style (first attempt. In the second attempt I got 4 million pts.)! I'm very proud of myself. Even more proud than when I got 2,5 million points (and five gold stars) in Sexy and I know it in easy mode. I love this game! I have 41 level, and Icon crew and Ninja crew! I played Dance Central 3 that much that my mom got pissed off by rearranging the table, and she hide my kinect. I miss it :C Anyways, I got bored while watching the movie "Arn-Tempelryddaren" (I think that this movie is called Arn-The Knight Templar in English, if you want to watch it. It was pretty good, even if I don't like romance.) in school. I got bored when they stopped killing people and started the romance plot, so I started to daydream, (I stopped when the attack on Yusuf ibn Ayyub [or something like that, they called the saladin by his first name only once, and I'm too lazy to check if that's right.] started.) and this came up!

Akira (I'll tell more about Akira in the story.) : Stop talking, and get on with the story. Geez, woman.

Megumi (About her too.): Did you like the movie, Kona-chan?

Kona: Yeah. But when they talked Swedish (I'm used to hear and talk Norwegian. Or Polish, but that's not important.) It sounded, like they tried to talk Norwegian with a potato in their throat.

Akira: Could we get on with the story before I shove one in your throat?

Kona: *gulp* 'Kay, but I need someone to tell the disclaimer.

Akira: Not me.

Megumi: What's a disclaimer? :O

Kona: *Facepalm*Oh, I forgot. Characters can be a little (*COUGH* ALOT *COUGH*) OOC Fanfiction has different POVs, there's even a narrator's POV (At least should be.) Or you can call it third-person POV or Normal POV. Whatever, I don't care.

Wow. It's the largest author's note I wrote.

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Dance Central 3, (Well, I own it. Sorta.)

Glitch's POV

I was sipping on my Pepsi, when Lima approached us. She looked happy.

"Hey, did something happen?" Taye asked.

"Well, we need you to travel to other countries for a while."

"Why?" I asked.

"Vacation. We'll be living with friends of mine. But, we can pick from only three countries. Japan, France or Australia. I thought that it would be good, since we don't really have nothing to do after defeating Dr. Tan." I thinked a little. France? No, when I hear France, I see couples, and it only reminds me that I'm 17 and I still don't have a girlfriend. I was quite tall now, and I matured, but girls still think of me like I am their little brother. Even when they were younger. Australia? Nah. I've been there. So, Japan?

"I think I'll go to Japan." I said. Since Mo is my bro, he's going too. Angel, Emilia, Aubrey and Bodie are going as well. Rasa and Lima were going to Australia. Li'l t and Taye were going to France, dunno why. And somehow, a few hours later, we were in Japan. A taxi picked us and an half hour later, we were in front of a mansion. On the way, I saw some girls looking at Mo, Angel and Bodie. Mo smiled at them, while Angel and Bodie were winking at them. Most of them fainted from their massive nosebleeds, while the others blushed crimson red. I stopped thinking about what happened, and opened the door, with my bag in my hand.

"Hello? Is someone here? Hellooooooo!" I exclaimed. A girl opened the door and approached us. She wore a purple shirt, white skirt and purple ballet flats (Or something like that). Her blonde hair was down in soft curls. She had light purple eye shadow making her light blue eyes look lighter shade of blue, and lip balm. She had something like medium b-cup, and her hips weren't really nicely shaped, her legs were quite nicely build, but were too skinny (Whew, I'm picky.) , but still, she was beautiful. She wasn't looking slutty or wearing slutty make-up. Well, that was a good thing.

"You're Mo, Angel, Glitch and Bodie, right? I'm Megumi, and I'm 25 years old." Megumi smiled sweetly. 25? She looked like she was at my age. "I live here with Akira and Masaru, they're my siblings. They're 17 years old, and they're twins."

"Where are they?" I asked.

"Probably in the gaming room. Come, I'll show you where your rooms are." Megumi turned around and walked upstairs. I followed her. I looked at my friends, and they were drooling (Exept the girls) . Mo was drooling the most. It was like Niagara waterfall. Angel was drooling almost unnoticeable. But still, he was drooling. I walked to Mo, and leaned to his ear.

"Stop drooling, or we'll have another Atlantic Ocean here." He quickly wiped his lips with his sleeve, and shook his head. I didn't laugh, but I chuckled. Megumi showed our rooms, and we placed our baggage on the floor, bed or whatever. She showed us the gaming room, the pool, movie room with a huge tv, and so on. We saw that Akane and Marshall, or whatever they were called, on our way. The twins were weird. Both wearing baggy clothes huge hoods and long sleeves. I couldn't tell if they were fat or anorectic. The Masaharu guy was a bit taller than me. And he was quite shy guy, I guess he's just nervous around new people. The Akimasa guy seemed like an emotionless asshole. But he wasn't trying to piss us off. He just seemed like one. I was slightly taller than him. A centimeter or so. I was tired, so I walked to my room, jumped on my bed, and went to sleep.

I woke up and yawned. I stood up and made my way to the shower. I washed and then dried myself. I took a plain neon green t-shirt, and my normal black pants with suspenders hanging. No one was up, I am a morning person, I guess. I dressed, and remembered the way to the dining room that Megumi showed me. I was on my way to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich, when the smell of eggs and bacon hit me. I drooled a little.

"…Want some?" I heard that… Akihiro guy.

"Sure. Um…"

"Akira. Here." Akira handed me a plate and a fork. I sat down and began to eat. He got a plate for himself and began to eat. I must tell, it was delicious.

"Who made it?" I asked when I was done eating.

"Hn. Me. Our cook is ill."

"Why don't you hire another cook?"

"It's annoying." He took a bite of bacon. I noticed, that his voice wasn't… natural. Like, he was trying to low his voice. We finished our breakfast. He took our plates and walked to the kitchen. He got back, and sat down.

"Your friends are pretty annoying. Because of them, I slept only 2 hours. Okay, I know, the time isn't exactly the same in America, but they could at least not sound like a monkey being raped by a horse." I almost choked on air while laughing. Maybe this guy weren't THAT bad, but he kinda still seems like an emotionless asshole.

"You're pretty normal though. That's… fine, I guess."

"… Thanks?"

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