Author: Firegirl
PG13 - Parents Suggested; Vulgar language, Crude humor.
http://HeatFireGirl.tripod.com -- Heat Lover's (English Version)
http://www20.brinkster.com/cosplay -- Candy-Coated Cosplay
I DO NOT OWN BUST A GROOVE, BUST A MOVE, OR ANYTHING RELATED
TO IT! DAMN! This fanfic is purely written by me, using friends names, and the like. If
anything incidental has happened, this is total fiction, so it can't be helped. =D
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CHAPTER III - ON TO BUST A MOVE MILWAUKEE
It was a short road to downtown. Firegirl sat in her backseat, pondering her thoughts. Her
mom asked her a few little questions here and there, just to keep the silence from
attacking. They were almost there. Firegirl's stomach churned like the ocean. She had
butterflies in her body everywhere, and couldn't help but be so nervous.
"Honey, we're almost there."
"I know, Mom," Firegirl said, her voice cracking.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay? We can go back.."
"NO! We've come this far, we are NOT giving up! Mom! You did all of that work, are
you just going to throw it away? You worked so hard, there is no way in HELL this is
going!" Firegirl blurted out.
"All right sweetheart, let's go now."
She hadn't realized her mom had been parked for a minute already. She felt sick. She
thought she might lose everything she ate for the last 2 years. We all know that it couldn't
happen, and 2 hours would be more accurate. She took a deep breath, opened her door,
and stepped out, to show the world who was stepping now.
She spun around, took her mom's hand, and began bounding toward the door.
******
Firegirl pulled open a large glass door, and led Mother in. Her mother, in turn, opened the
next set, and led her in.
There was much applause. Each time new competitor came in, they cheered for the
newcomer. She saw a few familiar faces who were in video games.
Shorty; a purple, extra-huge, long-sleeve shirt with hardly any shoulders, short shorts, and
purple boots up to her knees. She had grown older, 15, and this year she didn't have to
show her bra strap to let guys know she was out and about; you could look and see. She
wore make-up, styled by Kelly. Columbo was still with her, hanging in the kangaroo
pocket, just for him, on her hoodie.
Kitty-N; her ears all aglow, her glittery face winking in every direction. Her tail wavered
back and forth flirtingly, and she waved and meowed. At 19, her outfit was still very
cattish. Her waist was still smaller than ever, but this year, she was a deep lilac, mixed
with a retro blue. She had anklet boots, and wristy gloves. she wore a silver armband,
swirly like the normal. Her belly chain was a circle style, and looked sort of out of place.
Her whole outfit looked out of place, hoops littered in the weirdest places, but yet, it fitted
her perfectly.
Kelly; Her long blonde mane wavering behind her. This competition, she wore a sky blue
bodysuit, that was cut like a swimsuit. Her boots were of the exact same colour, and when
up to her thighs. Her gloves were a perfect match also, and cut off around her shoulders.
She had magnificent wings; they glittered with every color of the rainbow, a swirl of magic
in each little panel. It was a kaleidoscope on her back. She was winking sexily, a finger
aside her mole, and her little headband antennae bouncing hither and tither on her head.
Only 23, and still cosplaying and clubbing.
Strike; decked out in his baddass Notorious outfit. Black striped pants, as always, med
flies of course, and a new jersey; black with his Bust a Move logo tagged across the front.
He pulled a flask from his hip, next to the rounds of ammunition. His gun was bigger than
last year, but he was still the same.
Hiro-kun; Same always. The shy playboy hailing from his disco dance floor. His shoes got
a little shinier, his hair still not rocked by the wind. He's the same bishounen we always
knew, white as snow, and pure as sugar. HIRO-KUN~!
Hamm; Hardly to be called fat-man anymore! He lost a lot of weight, and some say he
owes it all to Richard Simmons. He was in shape, but still danced the same. We haven't
seen the last of Sushi Dog yet! This year, he no longer wore his weird old clothes. He had
on a 3-quarter length-sleeve t-shirt, and "Porn Star" was scripted across the front. On the
back, just below the collar, was symbol that said "Don't Panic!" He wore home-made
shorts; denim, and frayed. They were more like capris, but they weren't supposed to be.
Gas-O; A force to be reckoned with. Now freed for good behavior, he joined up again. He
still had on his mask, but his colors were different than 2 years ago. His hair was also
styled a little different, but it was Gas-O to the core. He was infused with more toxins and
gaseous elements, but he still looked human. His weird infusions were housed in his skills.
Once you saw him cut some rug, you knew it was inhuman.
Comet; She had a new outfit, but same style as last year's. Pink with hearts instead of blue.
It was quite cute being backless. Her top was a strapless, and there was nothing on the
back. Her skirt was transparent as last year, only tinted pink with lavender trim. Her apron
was lilac with a blue heart over the bottom, where it just covered her skirt front. Her hair
was to the middle of her back, and pulled up in one long ponytail, atop of her head. Comet
had a few pink highlights streaking here and there. She wore big hoop earrings, and a
choker, with a cross was dangling from the middle.
There were 6 other people there, including her, all new. But that was only 14. Who did
she forget. Suddenly, she realized, and her thoughts drifted. She was leaning against a
wall, because her mother had gone to took care of the papers.
Heat. Oh, how beautiful he was. His brownish-red hair, hiding behind his cowboy hat. His
eyes were so kawaii, that shade of red. He was so perfect, his flamey white and red outfit
rivaling that of hers. He was so perfect. She was upset she had never met him before. She
adored him; almost even worship you could say. He was Firegirl's rolemodel, and biggest
crush ever. "If only I could hug him," she giggled in her thoughts.
She heard an odd sounds in her daydream. It sounded like clapping. No, she decided,
snapping. She opened her eyes, and there he was.
"So, you woke up," He had a silky voice, very charismatic.
"You're all I dreamed," Firegirl said, not even noticing she said it outloud.
"You're not half-bad either," he said in flirty reply.
"OH MY GOD!!! Did I j-j-just call you cute? Because, if I did, I didn't mean it! NO! Wait,
I did mean it, very much, just not for you to hear! I mean, you'd never tell someone that
you really liked them would you? Oh No! I just did!" Firegirl covered her mouth, and felt
so dorky. She smacked her forehead with her wrist and finally said. "Gomen nasai." She
bowed. "I'm just so nervous and excited, and wow, I can't believe I'm talking to you! You
are a dream, I can't believe I'm talking to you. I wish I could dance as well as you, you're
such a great breaker. Is that okay if I worship you?" She smiled and had BIG puppy dog
eyes.
Heat laughed in spite of himself, and smiled. "Sure Firegirl, anything at all for your friends,
right?"
Firegirl almost dropped dead, right there. She pulled in her body and shook happily she
cheered to herself, in her head; "SCORE ONE FOR THE HOTTIE!" She stretched out
again, and slight burning aura appeared around her for a second. She felt it heat up very
fast, then drop down again. She looked at Heat.
"I thought I was the only one who could manipulate fire. I think we got a little more
common ground, sweetheart," he said, almost being chauvinistic.
"Yeah Fireboy, we've got some time to burn, eh?"
"Yep Firegirl."
"Name's Sarah, but I do prefer Firegirl." she smiled and said, putting out my gloved hand.
"I'm Devon, but Heat is my calling name. Only special people can call me Fireboy," he
said. "You can call me any of the above," he said, bringing he into his warm embrace. My
face went beet-red as he hugged me.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER VI - T-T-TURN UP THE BURN!
PG13 - Parents Suggested; Vulgar language, Crude humor.
http://HeatFireGirl.tripod.com -- Heat Lover's (English Version)
http://www20.brinkster.com/cosplay -- Candy-Coated Cosplay
I DO NOT OWN BUST A GROOVE, BUST A MOVE, OR ANYTHING RELATED
TO IT! DAMN! This fanfic is purely written by me, using friends names, and the like. If
anything incidental has happened, this is total fiction, so it can't be helped. =D
---------------------
CHAPTER III - ON TO BUST A MOVE MILWAUKEE
It was a short road to downtown. Firegirl sat in her backseat, pondering her thoughts. Her
mom asked her a few little questions here and there, just to keep the silence from
attacking. They were almost there. Firegirl's stomach churned like the ocean. She had
butterflies in her body everywhere, and couldn't help but be so nervous.
"Honey, we're almost there."
"I know, Mom," Firegirl said, her voice cracking.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay? We can go back.."
"NO! We've come this far, we are NOT giving up! Mom! You did all of that work, are
you just going to throw it away? You worked so hard, there is no way in HELL this is
going!" Firegirl blurted out.
"All right sweetheart, let's go now."
She hadn't realized her mom had been parked for a minute already. She felt sick. She
thought she might lose everything she ate for the last 2 years. We all know that it couldn't
happen, and 2 hours would be more accurate. She took a deep breath, opened her door,
and stepped out, to show the world who was stepping now.
She spun around, took her mom's hand, and began bounding toward the door.
******
Firegirl pulled open a large glass door, and led Mother in. Her mother, in turn, opened the
next set, and led her in.
There was much applause. Each time new competitor came in, they cheered for the
newcomer. She saw a few familiar faces who were in video games.
Shorty; a purple, extra-huge, long-sleeve shirt with hardly any shoulders, short shorts, and
purple boots up to her knees. She had grown older, 15, and this year she didn't have to
show her bra strap to let guys know she was out and about; you could look and see. She
wore make-up, styled by Kelly. Columbo was still with her, hanging in the kangaroo
pocket, just for him, on her hoodie.
Kitty-N; her ears all aglow, her glittery face winking in every direction. Her tail wavered
back and forth flirtingly, and she waved and meowed. At 19, her outfit was still very
cattish. Her waist was still smaller than ever, but this year, she was a deep lilac, mixed
with a retro blue. She had anklet boots, and wristy gloves. she wore a silver armband,
swirly like the normal. Her belly chain was a circle style, and looked sort of out of place.
Her whole outfit looked out of place, hoops littered in the weirdest places, but yet, it fitted
her perfectly.
Kelly; Her long blonde mane wavering behind her. This competition, she wore a sky blue
bodysuit, that was cut like a swimsuit. Her boots were of the exact same colour, and when
up to her thighs. Her gloves were a perfect match also, and cut off around her shoulders.
She had magnificent wings; they glittered with every color of the rainbow, a swirl of magic
in each little panel. It was a kaleidoscope on her back. She was winking sexily, a finger
aside her mole, and her little headband antennae bouncing hither and tither on her head.
Only 23, and still cosplaying and clubbing.
Strike; decked out in his baddass Notorious outfit. Black striped pants, as always, med
flies of course, and a new jersey; black with his Bust a Move logo tagged across the front.
He pulled a flask from his hip, next to the rounds of ammunition. His gun was bigger than
last year, but he was still the same.
Hiro-kun; Same always. The shy playboy hailing from his disco dance floor. His shoes got
a little shinier, his hair still not rocked by the wind. He's the same bishounen we always
knew, white as snow, and pure as sugar. HIRO-KUN~!
Hamm; Hardly to be called fat-man anymore! He lost a lot of weight, and some say he
owes it all to Richard Simmons. He was in shape, but still danced the same. We haven't
seen the last of Sushi Dog yet! This year, he no longer wore his weird old clothes. He had
on a 3-quarter length-sleeve t-shirt, and "Porn Star" was scripted across the front. On the
back, just below the collar, was symbol that said "Don't Panic!" He wore home-made
shorts; denim, and frayed. They were more like capris, but they weren't supposed to be.
Gas-O; A force to be reckoned with. Now freed for good behavior, he joined up again. He
still had on his mask, but his colors were different than 2 years ago. His hair was also
styled a little different, but it was Gas-O to the core. He was infused with more toxins and
gaseous elements, but he still looked human. His weird infusions were housed in his skills.
Once you saw him cut some rug, you knew it was inhuman.
Comet; She had a new outfit, but same style as last year's. Pink with hearts instead of blue.
It was quite cute being backless. Her top was a strapless, and there was nothing on the
back. Her skirt was transparent as last year, only tinted pink with lavender trim. Her apron
was lilac with a blue heart over the bottom, where it just covered her skirt front. Her hair
was to the middle of her back, and pulled up in one long ponytail, atop of her head. Comet
had a few pink highlights streaking here and there. She wore big hoop earrings, and a
choker, with a cross was dangling from the middle.
There were 6 other people there, including her, all new. But that was only 14. Who did
she forget. Suddenly, she realized, and her thoughts drifted. She was leaning against a
wall, because her mother had gone to took care of the papers.
Heat. Oh, how beautiful he was. His brownish-red hair, hiding behind his cowboy hat. His
eyes were so kawaii, that shade of red. He was so perfect, his flamey white and red outfit
rivaling that of hers. He was so perfect. She was upset she had never met him before. She
adored him; almost even worship you could say. He was Firegirl's rolemodel, and biggest
crush ever. "If only I could hug him," she giggled in her thoughts.
She heard an odd sounds in her daydream. It sounded like clapping. No, she decided,
snapping. She opened her eyes, and there he was.
"So, you woke up," He had a silky voice, very charismatic.
"You're all I dreamed," Firegirl said, not even noticing she said it outloud.
"You're not half-bad either," he said in flirty reply.
"OH MY GOD!!! Did I j-j-just call you cute? Because, if I did, I didn't mean it! NO! Wait,
I did mean it, very much, just not for you to hear! I mean, you'd never tell someone that
you really liked them would you? Oh No! I just did!" Firegirl covered her mouth, and felt
so dorky. She smacked her forehead with her wrist and finally said. "Gomen nasai." She
bowed. "I'm just so nervous and excited, and wow, I can't believe I'm talking to you! You
are a dream, I can't believe I'm talking to you. I wish I could dance as well as you, you're
such a great breaker. Is that okay if I worship you?" She smiled and had BIG puppy dog
eyes.
Heat laughed in spite of himself, and smiled. "Sure Firegirl, anything at all for your friends,
right?"
Firegirl almost dropped dead, right there. She pulled in her body and shook happily she
cheered to herself, in her head; "SCORE ONE FOR THE HOTTIE!" She stretched out
again, and slight burning aura appeared around her for a second. She felt it heat up very
fast, then drop down again. She looked at Heat.
"I thought I was the only one who could manipulate fire. I think we got a little more
common ground, sweetheart," he said, almost being chauvinistic.
"Yeah Fireboy, we've got some time to burn, eh?"
"Yep Firegirl."
"Name's Sarah, but I do prefer Firegirl." she smiled and said, putting out my gloved hand.
"I'm Devon, but Heat is my calling name. Only special people can call me Fireboy," he
said. "You can call me any of the above," he said, bringing he into his warm embrace. My
face went beet-red as he hugged me.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER VI - T-T-TURN UP THE BURN!