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Me: Gawd...sorry it's been so long O.o school...-shivers-

Mr. Gym Sock: Yeah, it's always schools fault.

Me: SILENCE! Any way, I wrote stuff, that's all that matters, and well...I finished this story in my head...O.o like the last 4 chapters...or 3...and then figured out some lemony stuff...now to fill in the rest. -laughs- So if anyone has ideas...

Ms. Knickers: What are you listening too?

Me: Coraline...its really...creepy...-whines- Like...disturbing.

Chapter 3

Dance Today, Ja?

"Hm?" Rose asked and touched the necklace again, "Oh, I found it in an old box. It was pretty cool, there was some other stuff. A dress, a picture of a boy, and some jewelry." Then it hit her, he seemed so serious. "Why do you care?" she added, scrunching her brows together and glaring at him.

She watched him fumble over his words, and finally he shrugged, "J-just curious," he replied and she relaxed.

"Okay, well lets get going, I can't wait to show you the city." she grinned at him, he was cute, nervous and silly, but cute. And he wasn't killing her. That was a plus.

The necklace thing unnerved her though; he had acted so serious about it...like he had seen it before.

They had slipped through the large, warm building without a hitch and Rose was beaming, while Chrono followed silently, eyes dancing around familiar yet unfamiliar buildings and objects; names of streets both known to him and unknown.

"Here we are," Rose said in a happy go lucky voice, and smiled at the demon, who seemed confused by the building that loomed before them. "You okay?" she asked, leaning against the wall next to the door, feeling warm brick against her back.

"Just never seen this building before," came a confused and shy reply and she laughed, "Have you ever even seen this city before?" she questioned.

He blushed and shook his head violently.

"Right..." she pulled out the 'i' in right and turned to open heavy wood doors. They swung on silent hinges and she looked back, Chrono was just standing there, nervous. "Come on!" she called and stepped into the darker room. Music hummed, a deep thrum from a cello, the high cry of a violin, and whisper of a flute and the low beat of a drum reverberated in the maroon colored room.

The club was called 'Mitternacht Stern', and from the little German Rose had learned from classes, it meant Midnight Star. A wonderful name for such an eloquent club.

A small intake of breath made her smile as she realized it came from her demon. She turned to look at him as music thrummed in a dancers beat, making her left foot tap in rhythm. "Beautiful is it not?" she cooed and looked over to the dance floor, where men and women danced together, bodies pressed together, hands on waists, hands on hands, hands on cheeks. Many people yet only one being, dancing to a rhythm that was obvious yet hidden.

And man did Rose want to join them. She held out her hand to her new purple-haired friend, or so she hoped they where friends. He was so goofy, so shy and careful. He was a mystery, something to solve, and how she did love solving puzzles.

"Dance with me!" she called over the music when he only stared, confused, at her hand. He shook his head and replied, "Can't dance!" She laughed and stepped forward, grabbed his hand from his side and dragged the boy towards the floor, and when they stood at the edge, catching a few dancers who rested on small couches, drinking elegant drinks and nibbling on foods of odd design, she spoke, "Don't worry, neither can I," and pulled him with her as she pushed through the group.

Her hand squeezed his and her free hand wrapped around his neck; he seemed so shocked and was almost knocked over by the other dancers before he carefully rested a hand on her waist.

He leaned in and told her, "Just...follow me," and she did as he pulled her along, spinning her one second, his hand no longer on her waist, her arm no longer on his neck, the world twirling, her skirt raising like an umbrella, then it stopped and hands and arms moved back to their spots and they danced, feet twined but free, and the other dancers stepped back as he twisted her around, lifted her up, and she laughed and saw he was laughing as well. And then after the song dwindled down and died out, they moved to the side and sat on a couch.

She was laughed and he was taking deep breaths, the air was thick with heat. "You can't dance?" she teased and poked him as she pushed hair from her face where it stuck to her cheeks. He smiled and scratched the back of his neck, "Demons lie," he replied and leaned back into the velvet fabric.

When they had caught their breath, she dragged them onto the floor again.

And again.

And again...

Till they where so tired they could barley move. "This is so fun," she said as she rested into their seats again, he only nodded.

"You, girl!" the voice had a heavy accent, German, or something of the sort, and it sounded angry, and slightly slurred.

Rose turned, and as her head spun to see who was talking to her, she saw Chronos face pale as he too turned to see the person who spoke to them.

And there stood a woman, her face painted carefully with reds and blues and blacks, her dress tight around her body, a deep red color, it rested low on her arms, which were crossed in an irritated manner, and a slit ran up to her upper thigh. Her hair fell into her face, a deep red, bright in the dark room.

"...No..." she could just hear the whisper of her companion.

A/n: Me is lazy. Sorry for shortness. -dances- DUN DUN DUN! She's baaaack! XD

Yay? Or Nay?

And yes, I went crazy on describing the room...and sorry it sounds morbid...was listening to a weird book...O.o

R AND R!