Here's a new story! It's half inspired by "She Can Move" by Miss Ashlynn. Did I spell that right? I dunno. But enough talk. Let's read!
The orange head and the brunette sat in the DJ box. Above them was the square white cover. The orange head turned to the brunette.
"Ready, Sora?" the boy asked.
"Ready, Neku," Sora answered.
Neku took out a microphone. He turned to the crowd, who gathered around in a circle, showing two small groups. One of girls, the other of guys. The girl group was on the left, and it composed of a redhead, a blackhead, and a bluenette. The boy group on the right was made of a blond boy, a brunette, and a dirty blond haired kid.
The blond boy's hair was rather long, and had curls here and there. He wore a white T shirt with slick gray pants that he could easily maneuver in.
The brunette boy had a tight brown muscle shirt, and baggy tan pants.
The dirty blond's hair was spiked so that it went to the right. He had a loose black shirt and a pale tan jacket. The checker marks on it surrounded the shoulder and the middle of the jacket.
The redhead girl's hair was below shoulder length. She had a white tank top on with black outlines. She was wearing light purple shorts that she was comfortable in. She also had a sleeveless pink hoodie on.
The blackhead girl's hair was above her shoulder, and it hung in bangs. The blackhead wore a black tank top, and had a multiple pocketed pair of black pants.
The blunette's hair at shoulder length, hanging behind her face. She seemed a bit older than her fellow members. She wore a gray tank top, and flowing white pants. Neku and his friends noticed lots of the guys staring particularly at her.
Neku tapped the microphone. "Is this thing on?"
Silence from the crowd. Neku sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I said... IS THIS THING ON!?" he said, and the crowd cheered loudly.
The orangehead grinned. "That's better. Today's feature is... A DANCE OFF!"
More cheers. Sora was wincing. He was so close to the DJ board, and he wanted to start the music.
"To my left, the strong, the beautful, the DANCERS OF HEART!" Neku shouted.
They got cheers. Mostly from guys.
"To my right, the jocks, the 'dream boys,' the MASTA DANSAS!" Neku yelled.
Cheers mostly from fangirls.
"Music provided by the Dynamic DJs, Rhyme and Beat!" Neku announced, pointing to the brother and sister next to Sora.
"The amazing DJ is Sora!" Neku said, pointing at Sora, who waved.
"PS, ladies, he's single," he added, causing squeals of delight from the girls.
Sora rolled his eyes. Neku just grinned at him. Sora got a look at the redhead, and realized her eerie resemblance to his dead girlfriend. The black haired girl did too, but he felt... drawn to the redhead. He turned away, mentally smacking himself.
"For music, we're remixing some classics! Here's a remix of Pokemon Trainer Red's BATTLE THEME! You have three minutes to show off, btw!" Neku yelled.
Pokemon Trainer Red Battle Theme Epic Remix on YouTube: watch?v=buifCKc9RNU
The crowd went silent, staring at the dancers. The music matched the silence. Neku waited for the better part of the music to start. Sora put his headphones on, listening with focus. Neku nodded head, then the better part started.
"BEGIN!" he yelled.
The blunette did a round off and a backflip. The blackhead did a pop up and a front flip. The redhead did a no handed cartwheel, finishing with a front flip one eighty. She walked back with her back to the Masta Dansas coolly. Neku was next to Sora now.
"That's a brave one," he said.
"Can't remember her name, man," Beat said, thinking.
"Her name's Kairi," Rhyme said.
"Now the boys are gonna dance," Sora said.
The blond boy break danced, and popped up using only his hands and did a backflip when he did.
"Only one person in the world knows that move..." Neku said, an angry tone in his voice.
Rhyme was noticeably blushing. Sora had never seen Rhyme do that, and was curious about the blond boy suddenly. The brunette did a back handspring, and a multiple twisting backflip. The girls had their arms crossed, rolling their eyes. The dirty blond back handspringed, landed on the brunette's hands, and sprung off, landing on his feet on the blond's hands, which were raised above his head.
"TIME!" Neku yelled, more in anger than excitement.
All sound was cut off. Plus the music.
"Shout out for the Dancers of Heart!" Neku said.
Lots of cheers. Sora raised his left hand to his chin.
"Shout out for the Masta Dansas!" Neku said, a bit shaky.
A big amount of cheers. Sora's right hand went to the tip of his biggest spike on his hair.
"So the MASTA DANSAS WIN! See ya next time!" Neku said.
The entire crowd walked off except the dancers, who were talking and socializing. Sora and his friends decided to join them. Sora lagged behind, not being the social type. Beat went first.
"Congratulations, Dansas," he said.
The curly blond grinned. "Thanks."
"Y'know, we never got to learn you guys' names. I'm Beat."
"I'm Joshua," the curly blond said.
"I'm Terra," the brunette said.
"Roxas," the dirty blond said.
"Kairi," Kairi said.
"Xion..." the blackhead muttered.
"Aqua's the name," the bluenette said proudly.
"I-I'm R-Rhyme..." Rhyme said, blushing.
"I'm Beat, that's Neku, and there's Sora, man," Beat said.
Joshua glared at Neku. "Neku and I have met."
Neku glared back. "We've met... elsewhere."
"So... How is Shiki?" Joshua asked stiffly.
"We broke up," Neku said, wincing.
Sora, a couple feet behind the group, was listening with interest. He knew Neku and Shiki broke up a month ago (Shiki actually dumped the guy), and how torn up Neku was afterwards. But he moved on. That's why Sora was envious of his friend. Sora couldn't move on; He had never met anyone like her. Sora felt small tears cling to his eyelashes. He heard Joshua smirk.
"I see," he said coldy, a devious grin on his face.
Neku said nothing, and walked back to the DJ box to pack up his stuff. Joshua still had that grin on his face. He patted Beat's back, and kissed Rhyme's hand. Rhyme's face was an unbelievably scarlet color.
"I'll see you guys around," he said simply, walking off.
The other dancers also walked off in different directions. Sora noticed Neku grumbling as he stuffed his stuff into his yellow-striped indigo bag.
"Stupid Joshua... How could you come back..." Sora caught him saying.
Rhyme and Beat then stood on either side of Sora, and Neku shouldered his bag.
"Let's go..." he mumbled.
The four walked in silence. Beat broke it.
"So, Rhyme..." he began.
"Yes?" she asked, turning to her brother.
"You seem... interested in Joshua," Sora said, managing a small smile.
Rhyme's face instantly turned as red as a tomato. Beat began laughing. Neku just ignored his friends; he was listening to his MP3 player. Sora dragged an oblivious Neku to their house while Beat and Rhyme went into theirs. Beat continued teasing Rhyme while Neku and Sora were doing their own thing at their house.
A couple hours later, Sora opened the bathroom door, and turned white. There was Neku sitting butt naked on the toilet, reading Dragon Ball. Thankfully the manga covered his waist area. Neku looked up.
"Do you mind, good sir?" he asked, unfazed.
Sora shrieked, slamming the door closed.