*Fandom: Dance Central 3
*Pairing: MoGlitch *WARNING: IF YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO THIS PAIRING, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. THANK YOU.
*Mi querido: My darling
Recap:
Once the agents reappeared, the Princess flew out of MacCoy's arms with a gasp. "What's up?" he asked breathlessly, eyes scorched by tears. He tugged on Lima's chest, eyes pleading for relief. He was very much like a heartbroken animal, yearning for the safety of his mate.
But Lima shook her head, eyes filled a mother's tenderness. "He sent us back with messages," she said softly, gripping the Alomar's hands. She peered into his wide, tearful brown eyes, then looked to the other dancers.
"Angel, Aubrey...T and Taye, Bodie and Emilia...he wants you all to know that...he loves you, very, very much. MacCoy, he...he said that...if he doesn't come out of this, he wants you to take better care of his Princess."
"As for you, Your Highness," Rasa jumped in, none too comfortable with the fresh flow of tears. "He wants you to know he's sorry. Sorry for making you cry."
Glitch was determined to secure Momo's freedom, at any cost. Even at the cost of his life.
So Sen had poisoned him. Cyanide was flowing freely through his veins, shredding his insides. Back in his Prep Room, he could do nothing but loathe his own helplessness. He hated how his brother's foul play was affecting him, not because of a botched family reunion, but because of Mo. He had to last long enough to keep Mo safe. Despite the violent, bloody coughing, his burning lungs and piercing nausea, he had to keep strong focus on the duel's second half.
He wouldn't accept doing otherwise.
If he accepted defeat, he'd win the antidote from Sen. In addition to having his life saved, he would also learn more about his background. His mother, his father, and just who 'Saeng' was. But-
-accepting defeat would mean he'd be all right with surrendering Mo. And Glitch would've preferred the slowest, most painful death imaginable.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six-"
Panting, the younger dancer clutched his throat. A wailing Mo tried to push his way through Cyphers-
"-five, four, three, two-"
-and the world stopped.
Time stopped. Life stopped. And all fell into silence.
No one dared to breathe, frozen by the sight of a young man, who had fallen to the floor.
The cry of a wounded animal broke the silence, ripped from Mo's lips. Cyphers fell into nothingness as he pushed his way to his fallen Junior, heart racing, tears flowing. As soon as he arrived at the silent Glitch's side, he swept the young man into his arms, resting his protege's head on his chest.
"Baby, baby...baby, wake up. Ya gotta wake up, baby. Please wake up."
The Eleventh Course
The last notes of Flight Facilities' 'Crave You' lingered in the air.
Once beating hearts were suspended in midair. Hands gripped other hands with a grip so powerful, flesh was in danger of bleeding. The world's eyes were rooted to a form that had fallen; the form of a valiant, passionate young dancer. No one, save for a tearful, shivering Princess, dared to speak in the wake of soul-crushing emotion. How could they, when reality had become an unbelievable nightmare?
Tearful pleas had replaced loud, vibrant music and equally vibrant cheers. It was impossible to acknowledge the fallen Glitch with anything other than silence, because all voices, save for Mo's, had been stolen. But somehow, Bodie recovered his voice. Eyes flooded with tears, and heart racing, he directed a cloud of wrath at Glitch's brother, Sen-who was several inches away from the Alomar and his fallen brother, wearing an unreadable expression. The Parker's voice was that of a young eagle, resonant and radiant with surprising strength.
"Hey! You! Give him the antidote! Now!"
Glitch's older 'self' continued to say nothing. His green eyes were glued to his silent brother, who was in a weeping Mo's arms. A small part of Bodie was intrigued by the older wolf's facial expression, and surprisingly serene body language, but the blonde was adamant about defending his fallen friend. "You heard what I said," Riptide's malf half snarled, earning a cloud of cheers from a recovering audience-and an admiring smile from a dewy-eyed Emilia.
"Give. Glitch. The. Antidote!"
Taye recovered his voice and followed suit. "He's yer brother!"
More cheers from the recovering audience followed, topped off with supporting protests of Sen's behavior. Soon, swarms of people were on their feet, demanding quick deliverance of the antidote. "If you choose not to hand it over, mi querido," Angel Ruiz Santana joined in, staring Sen down.
"I'll gladly come and take it from you!"
More cheers came in the wake of the Lush brunette's words, but stopped once Sen took a step towards the Alomar. He paused for a moment, just as unreadable as a riddle, then continued approaching the Princess. Refusing to let go of Glitch, come Hell or high water, Mo eyed the approaching dancer with vicious, tear-soaked eyes. MacCoy and Miss Aubrey protectively stepped in front of Mo, but split once they absorbed the look on Sen's face. It was one devoid of the intention to harm, let alone kill. It was-
-the look of a frustrated child, forced to hand over his favorite toy to a small sibling.
Once Mo noticed the look, confusion and hope erupted in amber eyes. Sen either grimaced or smiled at Mo's expression-it was impossible to tell. "Amazing," the older Korean dancer growled, taking the top off his syringe. Gasps echoed inside of the Venetian, once Sen's intentions became clear. The older breakdancer muttered 'I can't believe I'm doing this' in Korean, grabbed Glitch's arm, and-
-administered the antidote.
Once every last drop was infused into Glitch's bloodstream, Sen closed the container with an enigmatic smile. "Give it a few minutes, and he'll be well on his way to recovery," he said, peering into Mo's frightened, worried eyes. And, from that point on, life happened in clasps of lightning, once again. Sen turned his back with yet another surprising look on his face, even more gasps ran through the audience-
And Lil T stepped forward. "Hold up, hold up, hold up," she shouted at Sen's retreating figure. "What about th' dance off?" she asked, remembering the conditions behind Glitch's performance. Winning would ensure safety and happiness for all, while losing, for any reason, would result in the loss of Mo's freedom. Glitch wasn't able to make it across the finish line, so did he lose by default?
"Y' cain't jus' walk away! Who won?"
The eyes of the other dancers, and the eyes of many fans, echoed that same question. But an answer was provided in seconds. Sen, back still turned to the Dance Central squadron, pointed at the scoreboard.
Once the results of the Iron Dubstep Marathon became clear, a million pounds of iron were lifted off everyone's shoulders.
Mo tightened his grip on Glitch, face buried in the other's still-warm body.
Bodie and MacCoy watched Sen melt into the darkness, while the world was overtaken by cheers.
