So, here begins my DDR story, all of the characters are going to be OC, because I haven't done that for awhile. Just so you all know, I don't own DDR. Konami does. And if I did, there wouldn't be any Brittany Spears, or Justin Timberlake songs on it.
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"What the hell are you talking about?!" Raika yelled angrily.
"You just aren't good. Your timing is all off; you need a lot of practice." the teen crossed his arms, and shook the bangs from his face, only to have them return a second later.
" I DOUBLE A'D THE SONG!" she screamed. He was degrading her in HER territory; the arcade. This was her turf, he had no right to come in here and tell her that how good she is. She took a deep breath, and then smirked. "Alright then, Mr. High and mighty, why don't you go a round. Just you and me, right here and now. I'll even let you choose the songs."
The teen smirked. "Your mistake." He removed his trench coat, which covered up a black T-Shirt, and some Tripps. His black hair covered about half his face in the front, but was cut short in the back. It was a wonder he could even see the arrows.
Raika stood on the machine once again, sporting her favorite black shirt, with purple fishnets underneath. Her red hair matched the guitar charm she wore on a string around her neck. She wore cargo pants rather than Tripps, the jangling of the chains always threw her off. She did think they looked cool though.
The two both selected heavy, and it came to the song list. "Remember, it's your choice." Raika spoke mockingly.
The gothic teen smirked. "Kuroku." he said as he selected the song, "Stomp to My Beat".
Raika cocked her head. "What?"
"My name. Kuroku; got it memorized?"
The song began playing, the catchy tune rang through the arcade. Up, down, right. The strange challenge drew a lot of attention, especially since it was against the arcade queen. Down, left, jump. The crowd gathered as close as they deemed possible without being kicked in the gut.
They both danced almost flawlessly, each getting the occasional great; otherwise all perfect. left, right, jump. Right, up jump. Raika furrowed her brow. He was better than she thought. Down, Down, Right, Left, Left, Right. A good appeared on Raika's side of the screen. The whole crowd gasped, in shock that she had actually lost her combo. Raika, the arcade queen, had lost her combo. The new guy kept his cool, kept dancing. Up, Down, Right.
'He needs to mess up. Then I can win this thing. Just one good, that's all he needs to get, and then I can win.' Jump, Jump, Up, Up, Left. Raika's insides were burning. No was could she lose a challenge to this punk. Right, Right, Left, Left. No way she could lose her place as the best.
Kuroku then turned around in the middle of the song, still hitting all the arrows in the song perfectly. He had them memorized, after all. Right, Up, Right, Up, Jump.
Raika grimaced. She was finished; defeated, and she knew it. The song ended, and she squeezed her eyes shut. He finished with a 248 combo; she was at 160. She had lost.
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So that was the first chapter, sort of jumped right in, but I'm not in the mood to write any kind of intro. Not any real character development, but I'll get into that in the next few chapters. Hope you enjoyed!