By: Fire Maiden Kiya
2004/05/03
Genre: Humour/Romance
Inspired by: All of Tasha's fics, especially YGO in Europe.
Ah Fridays -- the most wonderful day of the week is it not? Of course it is, that's why this "adventure" starts on a Friday! School's out, the malls are packed with students looking for some time to kill after a tiring week, and the YGO gang is relaxing at the local ice-cream parlor. The only ones missing from the group are Serenity, who had a late class, Seto, for reasons we can all pretty much guess (*cough*work*cough*), and Tea, who was at a ballet recital at her coaches personal studio.
Domino House of Cream -- 4:26 p.m.
"So, whatcha got planned for this weekend Yug?" Joey asked with partial interest while nursing his cone of double-vanilla swirl.
"I don't know Joey. I was thinking maybe we could--"
"Yami, please give be back my frozen yogurt," Ryou begged Bakura.
"This fat-free crap is doing you no good. Just looking at you nibbling at that thing makes my sweet tooth ache. We need to stuff you with some chocolate...and then maybe start you on some alcohol," the last bit Bakura whispered before suddenly...
"Leave him alone baka! Poor Ryou already has enough to deal with, what with having to live with you and all," Mai jumped into the easygoing, but terribly mistreated brit's defense.
"Keep out of what is none of your concern mortal," Bakura retorted while Mai was busy patting Ryou's head.
"You forget tomb robber, you, myself, and the other psycho are mortals now as well," Yami, former pharaoh, smuggly gave the holder of the millennium ring a mocking smirk.
The other yamis were awestruck, "We're not psychos you dead mummy!"
"You two are right," Joey began with Malik and Ryou's yamis, "y'aint psychos, you're homicidal evil weirdos."
"Dude, that's what a psycho is," Tristan finally put into the conversation :: U_U' ::
"Oh. Smart aren't I?" :: ^_^ ::
Everyone else: -_-"
Personal Stusio of Sir Goustave Van Zeek - 5:00 p.m.
Vigourous applause echoed caross the walls of the expansive studio. Tea was among the small crowd of students cheering wildly for the performance they had just witnessed. The Sir Goustave had just performed his greatest routine. Yes, Domino's "King of Dance" had been instructor and mentor to all of them for several years now, but he had never actually shown them his talent.
And to think I was here to witness it!
As the noise died down and the students began to file out of Sir Goustave's house heading towards their own, Tea was halted by a firm yet gentle tug on her arm. "Tea, may I speak with you a moment please?"
"Certainly Sir Goustave," Tea gushed. For a fairly heavy guy, Sir Goustave was an incredible dancer, and about twice as handsome. His movements were graceful and chiseled to and ethereal perfection, as were the stony lines of his facce.
And he has the voice to match...
And apparently his voice was to die for as well. What girl wouldn't want to stay a few extra moments in his presence?
...Thought so. Though, fortunately for a certain member of the YGO gang, Tea was in no way interested.
"Tea my dear, it seems the other students have been a little, well, unsatisfied with the amount of attention I shower on my pupils. You don't feel neglected do you dear Tea?"
"Sir Gou--"
"Call me Goustave, my dear." He moved unnecessarily closer.
"Goustave, uh, of cousre you don't seem unattentive. You give me -- all of us, every bit of attention you possibly can! I personally feel no less than extremely appreciated and lucky. You're everything I'd ever ask for in a dance teacher," Tea remarked in a desperate attempt to reasure the man. Yes, he seemed to be perfectly fine with the situation, but, she just couldn't stand the thought of someone being upset on wrongful grounds. It was just in her nature to try and help people. No matter what little consolatoin her advice provided, at least she tried.
Goustave, seemingly in a sort of morbid sate of heavenly bliss, clasped the unsuspecting girl's hands within his own, "My dear, sweet Tea. What ever would I do without you. You enlighten and uplift me with your kind and generous words." He paused for extremely unnecessary dramatic effect before continuing with, "Tea, now that I am fully aware that you feel no displeasure in my interest in you, I have an important question to ask you." As he stepped ever closer, comletely destroying the tiny gap placed between then, he raised her captured fingers to his lips.
"Um, ah, Sir Goustave? Could you, um, let me go please?" Her words went completely unheard as Goustave elegantly made his way onto one knee, her hands still trapped in his. Tea's expressive eyes were wide with disbelief.
This is NOT happening! Someone, ANYone! Get this guy to a psych ward!
Tea's panic immediately grew when Goustave suddenly withdrew a small, velvety box from his back pocket. "Loveliest Tea, you are the finest student I have ever had the luxury of teaching, and so, I must inquire if you would do the honor of..."
Oh Gawd!
"...representing our town as the Queen of Dance at this year's Battle of the Ballerinas?" Opening the box, Goustave revealed the coveted "QD" sapphire ring, worn by all of Domino's former dance queens.
Tea's expression resembled that of an overcooked blowfish (O.o). "Huh?!" Though her response was to be expected of such a situation, her thoughts were more along the lines of:
What the hell?!
"Tea, this event is the pinacle of prestige. All across the globe, dancers try to glide their way into this competition, and this year not only are you invited to present a routine of your choice, but a 14-member team, including yourself, is another category option. I hope you will take me up on my offer."
Coming out of her momentary relapse into stupidity, Tea replied, "Sir Goustave, I don't know what to say... Of course I'll be the Queen of Dance this year! I've never had such a wonderful opportunity in my life! Thank you, thank you so much!"
"Not a problem dearest Tea. You are very deserving of such a prestigeous title...and, seeing as you're the new queen, perhaps the king could give you a ride home?" he waggled his eyebrows quite suggestively. Frankly, it was rather sickening.
Thoroughly disgusted with the offer, Tea all but gave a high-pitched cry of indignation, "This Queen will be riding in her own carriage." She continued a little less peeved, "I don't do the whole 'student/teacher' relationship thing, but I hope you'll still allow me to enter the comptetition."
"Darling Tea," it was really the pet names that set her off more than anything, "this opportunity is in no way a ruse. You have earned yourself such an astounding invitation. Now, here are the plane tickets -- 14 first class seats on NYC-TJ Airways -- scheduled for 10 a.m. Monday morning. Also, here is a copy of your registration papers."
Looking at her watch, Tea replied goodnaturedly. "My, time sure has gone by; it's nearly 6:30. Thank you again Sir Goustave. Will I be seeing you at the competition as well?"
"Sorry to say I will not be attending this year. Prior obligations prevent me from competing. Now run along fairest Tea. The city that never sleeps awaits you!"
"Actually, you mean the Big Apple, that's Vegas."
"Oh, yes, you're quite right." As Tea was being guided through the door, Goustave's voice loomed on, "And always remember Tea, the key to a great dance is not remembering basic steps, but it's about soul, and also all the fancy tricks you can pull off!" The door shut.
This is going to be a long two weeks...
Turtle Game Shop -- 7:00p.m.
"This is stupid. Why are we just sitting here? This is a game shop isn't it? Then why aren't he having any fun?!" Malik complained.
"I know how we can have some fun," Bakura piped up, clutching a pair of scissors. "Now, which one of you most desperately needs a haircut?" He looked around with a malicious glint in his eyes and continued, "The pharaoh could definitely use a new do, or perhaps Mr. Devlin would like to try the bald look?"
Duke's hands latched onto his hair protectively, "No way are you cutting my hair man! The girls love my luscious locks; I'd be ruined!"
The scissors made a continuous snipping noise, "Precisely."
"Forget that pathetic fool tomb robber," Yami Malik instructed, "let's go wreak havoc on the city gangs."
"That would definitely be more amusing... Fine mortal, you shall keep your precious hair another day," and the two tempermental yamis left to prowl the streets.
"Now, as I was saying before, I'm bored!" Malik continued his whining, which was only slightly annoying considering he was voicing the general opinion of the group. Luckily, the phone rang before anyone could contribute anymore useless ideas.
Serenity, being the closest one to the household appliance, answered, "Turtle Game Shop, how may I help you? Oh, hi Tea... Uh huh, yeah, just hold on a sec," she put the phone on speaker.
"Hey guys!" Tea's voice sounded through the intercom.
Yugi was the first to reply, "Hi Tea. How are you?"
"I'm fine Yugi. I'm sorry I couldn't join you guys for ice-cream today, but you'll never guess what happened after rehearsal..." she proceeded to tell them of her status as Queen of Dance and of her position in the upcoming competition. "And you'll never believe what else! This year, there's a group category for a 14-member team, so that means all of you can come!"
A wave of excitement overtook the majority of the room's occupants. One member, though, was contemplating the pros and cons of the situation.
If I agree to this whole thing, that means I actually have to dance, in front of a whole crowd no less. But, if I don't, then I might never get a good chance to win Tea's heart again...
Malik smiled to himself as he came to a decision.
Battle of the Ballerinas here we come!
I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of this story. This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic, so I hope it turns out well. Please send me your reviews and opinions. I really appreciate the feedback. Besides, if I get a flame, I'll just toss it at the evil teachers who give me homework and keep me from updating. LOL.
-Kiya