Holding Out For a Hero

New chapter... 'Holding Out For A Hero' from Shrek (that song the fairy godmother sings! :3)

Onto the fic!

Bakura walked into the packed bar where he usually came for drinks.

Ever since his brother Ryou had died, he usually wasted his days away here.

All the men, as usual, were looking at the stage for the next girl who would be dancing. There was probably just another stripper up there.

"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the Gods?
Where's the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?"

Bakura was shocked when he heard that beautiful soprano voice echo in the quiet club.

He glanced up toward the stage and couldn't look away.

"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the Gods?
Where's the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?"

Up on the stage was a beautiful woman, the most dazzling woman Bakura had ever seen. She didn't look much older than him. But also she didn't look like she belonged in a place like this. She had long, wavy mocha hair that fell past her shoulders, onto her curvy hips.

She was clad in a tight red dress and red strapped stilettos. They looked so uncomfortable to Bakura, but she walked in them like she had been wearing them forever.

To Bakura she looked like an angel... an angel in a demon's clothing.

As she sang this next part, she laid down on the piano, stroking the man's face who was playing it.

Oh how Bakura wanted to be that guy right about now.

"Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.."

Suddenly, the quietness of the music was forgotten as she kicked her shoes off and began to dance as she sang.

"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night."

Bakura licked his lips. He wanted to be her hero.

Then he shook his head. No. Definitely not.

"He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight."

At this point, the woman had jumped off of the stage and onto a table, where two men were sitting.

Bakura watched her attentively. He felt no better than the other men in the club, but honestly who could look away from a woman like this?

"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light."

Soon she got off the table, she was probably tired of all the men grabbing at her.

But soon Bakura knew that wasn't the reason.

"He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life, larger than life."

He gulped when he realized she had her sights set on him.

As she got closer, Bakura's palms began to sweat and his heat beat faster.

Courtney looked at the mysterious man as she stalked towards him.

He seems so nervous. I suppose I'll just have to help him with that issue.

She smiled slyly like a fox.

"Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach there's someone reaching back for me.."

When Courtney got to him, she pulled him up out of his chair and whispered in his ear, "Dance with me pretty boy."

She heard him gulp.

A chuckle of amusement escaped her lips.

He seemed different than any other one of the men who usually came into the club... This one... seemed different.

"Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet."

And she liked it.

As she was dancing with the mysterious man, she felt him loosen up and dance with her. Like really dance with her.

"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight."

At one point, she got caught off guard when he dipped her. It was unexpected. Usually she led these kinds of dances.

"I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light."

She chuckled. "You the dominant type?" She whispered in his ear as he pulled her back up.

Bakura was nervous as she said that.

He heard her giggle.

He was surprised when she began to dominate the dance once more. It seemed natural for their bodies to be moving together like this.

"He's gotta be sure

And it's gotta be soon

And he's gotta be larger than life."

Cheering and clapping was happening while the two danced, but they couldn't hear any of it. All they were focused on was the heat of each other's bodies and each other's faces.

"Up where the mountains meet the heavens above

Out where the lightning splits the sea.."

Finally the mysterious girl pulled away from him and went back on stage.

"I could swear that there's someone somewhere

Watching me..."

She was singing like a real singer should; Bakura thought her voice was possibly the most angelic yet devilish voice he had ever had.

She was like the sweetest wine, or the most addicting heroin.

"Through the wind and the chill and the rain

And the storm and the flood

I can feel his approach

Like the fire in my blood."

She was staring at him slightly as she sang.

His wine colored eyes met her mocha ones.

"I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light

And he's gotta be sure

And it's gotta be soon

And he's gotta be larger than life.."

Bakura could swear he saw a twinkle in her eyes. It was a inviting sparkle.

"Oh I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

He's gotta be strong

And he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight."

The music slowed down, signaling that the song was ending.

As she sang her last few notes, she sunk to her knees slowly.

"I need a hero!"

As soon as the song ended, applause erupted from the crowd.

A loose smile came upon the face of the girl as she exited through the back of the stage.

Bakura wandered back to the dressing room, where she was changing.

"You were great." He said.

The girl looked over at him with a small smile. "Thanks pretty boy, you weren't so bad yourself."

Bakura chuckled. "No, not pretty boy; Bakura."

"Bakura, huh? Courtney. It's nice to meet you." She said.

"Courtney... I like it."

This is the start of a new relationship.. Bakura thought as they talked for a while.