Hey everyone!
So this is my first fanfiction posted ever . I'm so nervous! Please review and comment, I'd love to hear all your feedback whether it be negative or positive, everything helps!
I do not own Dance Central or any of its characters, although that would be awesome! :D but nothing would get done if I was...
The only things I do own are this story and the main character Snow (is that his real name? :o maybe you'll find out)
WARNINGS! language and boyxboy sexual themes (ohhh yess that's right XD) if you don't support the beautifulness of YAOI please don't read!
For everyone else, please enjoy and reviews maybe? \^_^/
The white haired boy yawned as he trudged down the street, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. He blinked lilac-coloured eyes drowsily, wincing a little as he passed beneath a glaring street lamp. He cursed the retched creature as he past it, gritting sharp teeth as a gust of air blew through the quiet suburban area.
Music drifted towards the boy as he drew nearer to the end of the street, and he followed it, not really thinking. The tune became evidently louder, and its heavy beat made his ears pulse and his stomach flutter. Music like that meant a party. And a party meant dancing.
Abruptly making a b-line across the street, his speed quickened a little as he followed the sound of the music. Brightly coloured lights caught his eye as they burst through the windows and wide open door, and he gave a lazy grin. An open door meant anyone was invited. Perfect. Not that a closed door would have stopped him from going in, though.
Pushing the door open a little further, the boy slipped through quietly in to the hall—which was jam-packed with bodies pounding and gyrating to the music. Barely even wincing at the blast of music as he passed a speaker, he melted in to the crowd. His eyes swept across the area as he continued to push through, looking for the sign of the dance battle he could almost sense in the large apartment. He didn't have to look long, and soon pushed his way through a crowd all noticeably surrounding several people in the middle of what was probably the lounge room. The music was loudest in this certain space, and he managed to break through and get to the front so he could clearly see.
Two dancers—a girl and a guy—danced in the middle of the ring of cheering partiers, pumping and swinging their arms in unison. The girl was rather sporty looking, and her wavy brown hair and tanned skin glistened with perspiration a little under the lights. The boy beside her, a surfy blond, noticed the whitette and smiled. His blue eyes glinted competitively, and the boy gave a small smirk back, crossing his arms. Rolling back on his haunches he raised a thin eyebrow, smirk growing.
The song changed, shifting to one the boy knew well. Bangarang, Skrillex. The blond noticed the change in his expression, and slowed his movements, lifting a hand. He beckoned to the boy, nudging the brunette girl beside him. She too stopped, eyes drifting to the subject of her partner's attention. As soon as she spotted him, her already large smile widened further to the extent it surely had to hurt.
Interested in seeing their skills, the boy took a step forward, and the crowd cheered—excited at his entrance.
The blond lowered his hand, turning his attention to the girl beside him. She nodded, before the both of them turned back to the whitette, sharing the same competitive smile. The real beat of the music broke out, and the two burst forward in unison, throwing their arms out wide. They pulled off some interesting moves he'd never seen before, and the twirl the girl pulled off made the ring of onlookers cheer and woo. They ended their piece, finishing by both almost but not quite pounding up against either side of him. It was merely to try and unnerve and intimidate him, show him their dominant strength. He just shook his head, covering his mouth as he faked a yawn. The two seemed a little put off by it, making him drop his hand and reveal his taunting grin. Pink tongue slipping out between his lips, he made a crude gesture. Before they could react, he charged, swaying to the rhythm—which had just started up again. His movements were fast and complicated, matching the pounding tempo perfectly. His feet crisscrossed and kicked out at an alarming speed, and the intensity made the two stagger back a little. He pressed forward aggressively, edging them towards the crowd—of whom grew impossibly louder. More people began to surround, desperately trying to get a glimpse of what was causing all the ruckus.
He spun on his toes, and had the move been used by anyone else it would have seemed almost girly—but he pulled it off by rocking his body every time the music pounded. Pushing the two right to the rim, he finished his spin and landed with his feet planted firmly, leaning right in to them. Lifting his hands, he pushed both speechless dancers backwards and in to the crowd. The girl fell, but was caught by her blond friend, who glared up at the white haired victor standing over them. His expression softened when he noticed the whitette's hand held out to him, of which he took.
Just as he stood, the music cut off as shouts erupted from the crowd, and several blue-suited policemen shoved through, yelling.
Not wasting a moment, he flashed the blond a final grin of farewell before whirling on his heel and taking off in the opposite direction.
Parties like these always attracted the cops, but they were the kinds of parties he liked best—and he almost never got caught. Almost.
"You there—you were dancing before, weren't you?!" Crap. "Stop right now!"
Before he could be caught and dragged off though, cold fingers wrapped around his wrist and yanked him away from the officer, who instantly was lost in the ocean of scrambling bodies.
Just moments later, they were out in the cool night air. The white haired boy breathed a small sigh of relief, before his eyes zeroed in on the hand still clamped over his wrist. Eyes travelling upwards, they widened slightly when they fell on his saviors face.
Long, dark hair—midnight blue under the streetlights—fell across one half of his face, and cold dark eyes watched him with interest. The man looked to be around eighteen years old—the same age as himself, although he had to be almost a head taller.
He was silent, as though waiting for something.
"Uhm…thank you for saving me…?" It was almost a question, and made the taller of the two snicker.
"You say it as though you question whether or not you should be thanking me. Did I not just rescue the damsel in distress?" His voice was low and rather husky, almost sensual in a way.
The boy grimaced a little at that, bristling.
"I am hardly a damsel. And just who are you to call me such?" He tried to pull his hand from the others, to no avail. Instead, the icy grip slid downwards, and long fingers laced with his own.
"It seemed that way to me, princess." He chuckled lowly, making the boy shudder.
"Don't call me that. My name isn't princess."
"Then what is it?"
"…Snow."
A visible dark eyebrow hovered at this.
"Snow?"
Snow tried to turn away a little, break his gaze with the smoldering look the other was giving him.
"The name I go by when I dance."
He nodded. "I see." There was a short silence, before the darker haired man sighed. "We best get going. I'd be rather surprised if those policemen didn't burst through that door right now hauling drunken party goers, and try to nab us too."
Before he could even respond, the taller man had set off down the dark street, pulling Snow with him.
"Wait—why should I just go with you? I don't even know you!" Snow tugged against the others grip, but he was surprisingly strong.
"Unless you want to be caught, I highly suggest you follow me…Snow White."
Snow growled, outraged.
"Shut your—"
"Hey you two! Stop right there!"
A voice from behind them, and the dark man took off running, dragging the right now more than willing Snow with him. He had longer strides than the whitette did, but Snow had speed and agility like no other—keeping up was almost effortless. Within just a few minutes of running, they'd lost the police officer, and the smaller teen laughed gleefully at the officer's expense.
"Did you hear his ragged breath? Old man could barely keep up with us!" He mocked, laugh echoing out through the cold night air, bouncing off the dark apartment buildings. The other laughed along with him, a low, menacing chortle that made Snow stop just to listen to the sound of it.
"You've got a creepy laugh, man." He said, shivering in an exaggerated manner, causing the other to laugh again.
"Is that such a bad thing?" The dark teen said between chuckles, squeezing the hand Snow had forgotten he'd been holding.
"N-no…" Snow pulled his hand from the others, tucking them safely into the pockets of his jeans. "Thanks…again."
There was a silence as they continued to walk rather aimlessly, just because they could.
"No problem."
They lapsed in to silence once again, and Snow found himself playing with the buckle on his belt nervously.
"Trying to undress are we?"
"Not for you," Snow said smugly, tightening his belt just to confirm, making the other smirk. "So what's your name anyway?"
"A true mastermind never reveals his name," the boy echoed, and the whitette sighed, giving up. He doubted he'd get a name out of this guy, he might as well not bother trying.
"I guess I should go then," he murmured, stopping to glance down the street diagonal from where they had halted in their steps. The streetlight above flickered annoyingly, and Snow growled, glaring up at it. Did the inanimate objects have a grudge against him for all the vandalism he'd layered throughout the city? Probably.
"Yeah," the raven nodded after him, and without another word, turned and left.
Snow was about to turn away too, when the others voice stopped him.
"By the way, Snow, I just thought I'd remind you that you now owe me."
The whitette whirled around, angry.
"What—" but he was gone. Snow raked long fingers through his white hair, exasperated. How did he just vanish like that?
Grumbling to himself, he turned and left. He shouldn't let one mysterious guy mess with him like this. He'd saved him, and that was that.
There was no way they'd run in to each other again, right?
