Hey Guys! I'm HikariUsagi99 and this is my very first fanfiction I've ever written! Since this is my first time, I would love to see what all of you think of my first soon to become master piece. Any suggestions on how to improve my writing are greatly accepted. Oh, and I must also add that the rating of this fanfiction may change during later chapters (for now it's just T. But to be on the safer side, I've rated this fic as M) and so with that said, 3,….2,….1,…. Let's Go! :D

**All characters belong to Shungiku Nakamura, The author of Junjou Romantica**

Street Dancing

Chapter 1: A Dance in Twilight

My converse clicked as I walked quickly onto the rough peat road. The sky now a hue of deep orange as twilight neared. I sigh satisfactorily as a breeze as light as a feather touches my cheek. The weather couldn't have been better.

Carefully lowering my boom box onto the middle of the road I take a deep breath to calm my nervous heart. Pathetic, it seems to me since I've been following the same routine for the past six months. But, every time, it seems like a first. Every time, I can't help but enjoy the way the music intoxicates me, makes me forget about the past, and makes me forget everything as I lose myself to my dreamland.

Brushing my brown hair from my emerald eyes, I press a red button on the complicated machine and let the rhythm and beats do all their magic.

The song starts off with a catchy rhythm. Closing my eyes and praying that I don't make a mistake, I start to ready myself while trying hard to ignore my thumping heart. Finally, the action starts.

'Let's have some fun'

''I came to dance, dance, dance, dance

I hit the floor 'cause that's my plans, plans, plans, plans

I'm wearing all my favorite brands, brands, brands, brands

Give me some space for both my hands, hands, hands, hands''

The sudden tune which disrupts the evening's silence causes a couple of passerby's to glace up at me only to gawk at me and come closer to where I am standing. I start with a couple of quick maneuvered back steps, squatting my knee's to increase the effect.

''Yeah, yeah

'Cause it goes on and on and on...

And it goes on and on and on...

Yeah!''

Next I double up into a hand stand and let my legs swing from side to side. With a quick twist I am able to let my hands go and let my head land on the floor, spinning my body like a top. As quick as a flying dragger, I jump back onto my own two legs.

I've created quite a crowd as people near me move in to stare at my quick steps. Their eager eyes only egging me on to continue dancing. Smiling to myself, I grant their wishes.

''I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,

Saying AYO! Gotta let go!

I wanna celebrate and live my life,

Saying AYO! Baby, let's go!

'Cause we gon' rock this club,

We gon' go all night,

We gon' light it up,

Like it's dynamite!

'Cause I told you once,

Now I told you twice,

We gon' light it up,

Like it's dynamite!''

Shooting both my hands into the air I add a couple of more smart steps before kicking my legs into the air, resulting into a handless backflip. The crowd cheers loudly at the act. The music has taken control of my body and mind.

'' I'm gonna take it all,

I, I'm gonna be the last one standing.

Higher over all,

I, I'm gonna be the last one landing.

Cause I, I, I believe it,

And I, I, I I just want it all...

I just want it all...

I'm gonna put my hands in the air!

Hands, hands in the air!

Put your hands in the air!''

The song slows down as the singer enters a different tune. I slow down my pace and close my eyes as I practically sway to the music, flexing my body for the final act. The crowd around me is at its thickest.

'' I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,

Saying AYO! Gotta let go!

I wanna celebrate and live my life,

Saying AYO! Baby, let's go!

Having already listened to the song countless of times, the lyrics hint me that the end was nearing fast. Bracing myself, I end the moment.

'''Cause we gon' rock this club,

We gon' go all night,

We gon' light it up,

Like it's dynamite!

'Cause I told you once,

Now I told you twice,

We gon' light it up,

Like it's dynamite!''

I end the song with a double spin and a triple backflip, landing on my hands in a perfect hand stand. The music stops and loud clapping envelops me. Grinning helplessly, I hop back onto my feet and greet my audience. The empty plate which I've laid before I started dancing is soon overflowing with slips of green paper and metal circles.

Bowing deeply and grinning like an idiot, I enjoy the moment before stooping down in front of the plate to retrieve my prize. But before I can pick the overflowing plate up, a huge pile of 500 yen coins are dumped onto my plate. Confused, I look up at the giver, a tall pale guy with raven black hair and a pair of dark sunglasses stands before me. The stranger seemed to enjoy my moment of confusion since his smile grew wider. Mouthing the words 'well done' the stranger swiftly turns around and walks out of the crowd. Before I can even run after him to thank him properly, he is well out of sight.

'What a peculiar man', I think to myself as I go back to retrieving my belongings and start walking back down the road from which I came from. The people who had watched me dance slowly and slowly walk away towards their own destinations. Business has never been better.

''Hey Takahashi-kun! Seems like someone's in a good mood this evening!'', the chubby figure of the bar owner, Shinji Kauru, greeted me.

''Made some good money, why wouldn't I be?'', I reply back with a huge grin. I walk over to the shelf and place my boom box on top of it before taking a seat behind the counter on a high stool.

''The regular, I presume?'', Kauru-san asks.

''Yup! Something to tinkle my nerves.'', I reply back.

I watch silently as Kauru-san fills me a glass of mild alcoholic beer before placing it in front of me. This place never fails to feel like home.

The bar isn't too big to start off with, but with the dim red light, the place gives off a relaxed feeling. The furniture to, isn't too grand, a couple stools by the counter here and there with a few people drinking on them. Speakers around the little room fill the space with a calming music.

What would have happened if Kauru-san hadn't provided me with a spare room behind the bar? I would probably be sprawled on the street dying for all I know. Kauru-san has also shown me gratitude by buying me my very own boom box to make myself some money. I am also allowed to drink as much beer as I want, free of all costs.

How I happened to become homeless is another story. It all happened, just over a year ago when me and my brother, Takahiro Takahashi-nii chan finally received our will from our long lost parents. It appeared that my dad wrote it just before they lost control of the car they both were driving. Miraculously, that we both even received it from our family lawyer before he died of old age. The will held great value since it stated that a huge plot of land was to be received by us Takahashi brothers. We were so happy, we could have done anything we wanted with the land and become rich! My brother wouldn't even have to work on the weekends anymore! But, that all changed just over six months ago.

Somehow, people around the neighborhood got to know about our great fortune and one day, we received a threat that if we didn't hand the land over, our whole family was to be murdered. My Nii-chan, being the air head he was, ignored the threats and said that nothing was going to happen. He said that threats are used to scare people; they don't really mean what they say. I obviously, thought the opposite but planned not to think about it much since it was Nii-chan who reassured me and that the giver of the threats was anonymous.

We received more threats without senders over the past week and continued to ignore them since it seemed like the best option. But, things changed over the weekends and it happened like this.

My brother decided to go grocery shopping while I volunteered to do the house work while my Nii-chan went out. Just over an hour of his departure, I heard the screeching of wheels on pavement and a loud ear piercing scream. Stopping whatever that I was doing, I plunged outside to look for the source of the sound. What met my eyes almost made my heart stop beating.

There, in the middle of the road in a pool of red laid what seemed like the remains of my Nii-chan's body. Blood tracks on the road stated that he was run over by a vehicle. Before I can even let my emotions take the better of me, my instincts kick back in when I saw another set of wheels driving straight at me with full throttle. Turning around, I ran full speed the opposite way just to be greeted by another vehicle. Confused to where to run, I jumped down the slope to my right and hit my head on something heavy before I passed out completely. The last thing I remembered after waking up was the throbbing pain in my head, and how I somehow managed to get up and stagger toward the city of Tokyo in the distance. The last thing I wanted was to go back and be greeted by those monsters again.

When I finally got to Tokyo city, I somehow managed to find the bar and get a place to live. But still after six months, I am still scared to go back home and find out what happened after that horrible day. After all, it was my fault Nii-chan died. If I just continued to bother Nii-chan with the threats, he would have paid more attention to them and none of this would have happened. First I lose my parents, and now Nii-chan? What else am I to lose? Keeping this thought in my mind, I never dare to go back. I even hide my real name to strangers; I don't want to meet the same destiny as the rest of my family.

Gulping down the rest of my beer I bed a good night to Kauru-san before heading towards my room I share with my best friend, Todo. Shinosuki Todo, just like me, is a homeless solitude who was shown kindness by Kauru-san. He is currently working as a janitor in one of the public schools nearby. Both of us are eighteen and don't have a family or enough money for schooling, but are living a hard life by struggling to keep up with society.

Being an idiot who even has a hard time to add I try to make money by doing the things I like doing, like dancing. Choreographing my own dances has seemed to bring in quite some money. But, something in the back of my mind keeps on bugging me. How many years can I continue to do this? Is this all I can really do with my life; street dancing in the evening to make just enough money to pass for a day? Sure there may be good days where the crowd is thicker and I make more money. But is this all there is to life?

Opening the door to my room, I slip in quietly just to find that Todo hasn't come back yet. Putting my money in my pillow sac, I make a note mentally to remind myself to count how much I made tomorrow morning. Kicking off my sneakers, I don't even bother to change before lying down on my twin bed and letting sleep take the best of me.

Hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter in my story! If there are any suggestions on how I could improve, please feel free to send me a review!

*songs name is Dynamite by Taio Cruz

*Nii-chan is a cute way of saying Big Brother (suits Misaki well!) .