*Fandom: Dance Central 3 *Glitch/Mo/MacCoy. WARNING: MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIPS ARE FEATURED. IF YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIPS, AND/OR CANNOT STOMACH SEEING GLITCH WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN GIRL OCS, DO NOT READ THIS. DO NOT READ.

*Fun Notes: Why do I refer to Mo as 'Princess'? One: I'm a maniacal Mo fangirl. Two: This Mo cheerleader had one of his biggest fans, some artist in Barcelona, draw a really beautiful picture of Mo during the DC2 season, and wrote a poem calling him 'Princess'. Plus, I have his personality match that of a Princess.

-Dubstep: Hardcore Trance/Electronica/Techno.

*Recap: Glitch and Mo shared the perfect love story-until Mo does something to break Glitch's heart. Recovering from the painful betrayal, the Hi-Def Junior vows to take back his true love-at any cost.

"Dr. Malcolm Tan has assumed control over all aspects of the Dance Central 3 season, forcing all competitors and fans into a corner. Two days following Glitch's disappearance, the tyrant made his intentions for world domination known, by threatening the remaining member of Hi-Def: the Dance Central Princess, Mo Alomar.

The Princess' freedom is in danger, thanks to a challenge Tan presented on that fateful day. The nature of the challenge is not yet known, and will be revealed in several hours time, but if Hi-Def's remaining member loses the challenge, the world will be forced to watch as the unthinkable happens!"

Glitch, standing in between Lima and Rasa, presented a question. The young breaker wasn't the least bit thrilled with his latest discovery, judging by the harsh tone of his voice, and the flames within his eyes. "You guys knew about this, didn't you?"

"If we go by helicopter, they'll see us."

The other half of his heart shook her head. "Can't matter now. The Princess is in danger. Haven't you been paying attention? Tan's about t' make his challenge known in a few hours!"

Rasa was persistent. "If we're seen, we'll be caught like mice in a mousetrap. And Glitch will be with us. We can't risking losing him!"

"Didn't 'cha hear what I said? I said I don't give a flyin' fuck about who wants ta roll! Not anymore! I gotta get back t' Momo!"

"Awww, what's wrong, Saeng? I thought you'd be happy about seeing your brother, after all this time!"

"Never mind," Glitch, version 2, said without a shred of emotion. "My joy will come from crushing him-and then stealing the most precious jewel right out of his life."

"Didn't hear you, little brother."

"I said fuck off! Ain't nobody touchin' Mo! I don't give a fuck who you are! I sure as Hell don't give a damn about some punk ass brother of mine, paradin' around wit' th' wrong team!"


The Eighth Course

It all happened so fast.

Barely taking the time to put a parachute on, Glitch dove out of the proverbial airplane and into a tornado.

He had actually jumped out of the DCI's helicopter, but there was still the maddening sensation of rushing into the unknown. The rush of adrenaline that came, whenever the unexpected jumped of the corner.

Hi-Def's Junior reflected on a raging combination of anxiety, excitement and anger, stewing in the whirlwind he collided with. There was no way he could've known about his brother, let alone the details behind Dr. Tan's threats against Mo, but he dove deeper into the unknown without a single regret. Uncharted terrain infused no fear into the young heart; he was only afraid because of what he was doing to Mo. Afraid of what he had put the Princess through, and afraid of the pain Mo was still in.

Every thread of his being ached with a feverish desire to see Mo. Instead of allowing himself to break down, though, he directed all of that ferocious energy into a desire to succeed. The world would soon be watching as he battled his brother-and, of course, Dr. Malcolm Tan. The man responsible for the world's darkest thunderstorm. Speaking of thunderstorms-

The heavens must've been aware of the day's events.

What kind of battle had he thrown himself in? Tan's beloved BERNICE selected a marathon pack from Tan's gallery. Each marathon pack was filled with the most difficult tunes to groove to, featuring different genres. The selected marathon pack was the Dubstep Pack, a catalog of the quickest, roughest beats. And for a total of one hour, both Glitch and Sen would be squaring off in the Venetian.

As fierce as the Dubstep genre was, the duel wasn't going to be a non-stop competition. There would be two rounds, separated by a five minute pit stop. But for Glitch, there wouldn't be any rest. He couldn't even sit still inside his chosen prep room.

While both competitors stewed inside of their selected rooms, behind their battlefield, the world drowned itself in buzz. Twitter, Facebook and Dance Central fan sites were flooded with news on not only Glitch's safe return, but his decision to defend Princess Alomar against Tan Enterprises. Many DC fans were calling Glitch 'Glitch the Brave', and 'Sir Glitch the Brave'.

No one had taken a shine to Saeng, which was apparently his 'real' name.

The young Korean considered himself lucky. For far too long, he lived a life without love. In the blink of an eye, he was enveloped in so much love, he was surprised he could remain afloat.

Already determined to protect love's sacred light, he sat alone in his prep room. Eyes shut, and body in a meditative position, he unwittingly took a page from Oblio's book. His meditation was only broken by the clamor of knocks and pleas-all of which came from his family. The other members of the DC squadron: Bodie, Emilia, Aubrey, Taye, Angel and Lil T. Even MacCoy, who had gotten the festivities off to a fierce start, arrived on Glitch's doorstep.

As soon as Glitch opened the door, he was enveloped in a tsunami of affection. A tearful Emilia instantly swept him into her arms, Lil T dubbed him 'Glitch the Coolest Cat', and even MacCoy threw in a kind word or two. Definitely unexpected, considering Mo's Junior had loathed the blue-eyed blonde with an unparalleled passion, at one point. But when Coy put out a hand, as a request for a handshake, Glitch dismissed his fierce loathing of MacCoy by doing the unexpected: hugging him.

"Even though we're after th' same guy, I ain't got no beef against ya anymore. Yer small beans compared t' my sorry-ass brother."

Visibly moved, Mo's first love accepted Glitch's hug.

The young breakdancer thought Coy was going to be the toughest icing on the cake. He thought having the squadron end up on his doorstep, and being smothered in affectionate reverance, would've been the end of a roller coaster ride.

But the perfect verse to his tight beat followed suit.

And as soon as that verse brushed his ears, everything else was swept into silence.

"G?"

The sixteen year old stiffened, once again coming out of his meditative pose. That voice belonged to none other than Mo-someone he hadn't heard in a billion years.

Actually, the two of them had only been separated for four days. But as soon as Mo called out to him, from the other side of his door, Glitch realized just how long those days were. "Ain't gotta say nothin'," the Alomar cooed, split into two halves but wanting his other half to remain calm. With a feverish, white-hot ache, the Princess yearned to see his prodigy. But Glitch opening the door would've been a complete and utter disaster.

And they both knew it.

"Ain't gotta open th' door, either. I jus'...jus' wanna let ya know...G, I'm...whatever happens, I'm...I'm proud o' ya."

Silence.

"Jus' remember what we're all about, baby. Spirit, persistence 'n guts. Jus'...remember all o' that, 'n how much I-"

Mo took a deep breath, then laid his head against the side of the door.

"Don't worry 'bout me, baby. Ya ain't got to. Cuz...no matter what...I...I lo-"

A soft sigh melted into Glitch's ears.

"I'm glad ya came back t' me."

Hi-Def's Junior listened as a sniffing, tearful Mo began to walk away. But unable to ignore searing, white-hot pangs, the sixteen year old breakdancer laid a hand on the doorknob and-

"Mo!"

Breathless, the Alomar whirled around. Amber eyes collided with warm green eyes. No longer separated by emotion, memories or distance, two hearts enveloped each other. While yearning for the warmth of his other half's arms, Glitch kept up a brave face-and even mustered the strength to smile. After a moment, he made the Hi-Def victory sign: two fingers formed into a V.

The urge to close their gap was such a strong one, it had developed into a physically dehabilitating ache for Mo. Somehow, though, the Hi-Def Princess refrained from encasing Glitch in an eternal embrace. Instead, he put up his crew's victory sign.

Struggling to keep up a smile, the one with amber eyes then resumed his departure. Strong, kind green eyes watched as Mo vanished into the Venetian's cold, tense territory. The young breaker then returned to his prep room, shutting the door behind him.

Twenty minutes to showdown.

Glitch, otherwise known as Saeng, was much older than sixteen. The number just failed to reflect that.