Ah, at last: my crowning acheivement. I have created this introduction so that you will understand what this story is about, and the comprehensive history behind The Dance. If you don't give to shits, go on to the first chapter.This story first started out as a challenge to me, by a friend who shall remain nameless (yes, you, Phil). Because I was writing so many yaoi fics, he challenged me to write a Digimon fanfic without any yaoi or citrus at all. Now, for those who know me, this is incredibly difficult (except for Chicken Soup For The DigiDestined's Soul, but that just happened to be fun to write). But, I accepted the challenge, and I took it a step further, and made it into The Dance.
The Dance is set three years after 02 - and oh yeah, Episode 50 IS NOT taken into account. I HATE EPISODE 50. All the Japanese DigiDestined, past and present, are enrolled in Odaiba High, an extended high school which includes grades 7, which Cody is in, to grade 12, or seniors, which would be Joe. Every year, Odaiba High has a dance to celebrate Youth Day, a national holiday celebrated on May 16. (I don't really know if it is actually on May 16, but it seemed like a good enough day to make it). Anyone from the ages of 13 to 18 is allowed to go; if you are younger than that, you can attend the Youth Day Carnival, which happens in Odaiba Square.
This Youth Day, suspense is in the air, as tensions between the DigiDestined rise. From the Monday morning before the dance all the way to Wednesday night, questions arise over what will become of these thirteen individuals. Will the night go as they planned? Who will end up together? Who will get ripped apart? Who will end up heartbroken by the night's end? And, most importantly, who's going to get laid?
This story has six parts to it: six different plots that are all intertwined, making this a very interesting story, and my life a living hell until I finish it. Each DigiDestined is present and accounted for, and even a spiky red-haired annoyance pops up in the story. The story is told in the points of view of everyone, from Tai to TK to Ken, and even June. (No, don't leave!)
If some of this looks familiar, it's because it is. My OTHER non-yaoi fic, Davis's Dance, is a small portion of this very, VERY long story. So now, you know what you're in for!
1. Now For The Disclaimer:
This is a romance fic. That means that there are DigiDestined pairings in this story that you might not agree with. In fact, I can almost guarantee there will be shipping that turns the stomach. But hey, you can't please everyone all the time, and I'd much rather please myself than you, anyway.2.
WARNING. THE TREATMENT OF THE MOTOMIYAS LIKE HUMANS. Yes. I like June. She's spunky. And her hair is not weird. And yes, I like Davis. He's adorable, in that pathetic kind of way. So no bashing of the Motomiyas in reviews, please. Unless it's about headgear... 3.
There is minor lime content in this story. Okay, so I couldn't make it all non-hentai. There is a bit of lime in this story; mostly, there's no details, nor will there ever be. This was my challenge, and I plan to stick to it. But if I can't get T.K. topless, then it was just a wasted effort.4.
There is minor shounen-ai in this fic. Okay, so I said no yaoi, either...well, it's not! Shounen-ai is translated into "boy love," and that is so not yaoi in my book. The shounen-ai content in this story is minimal, and I tried to steer clear away from it, but it just kept hitting me in the face and...:::sighs::: I did not lose this bet, I did not lose this bet... 5.
Um...angsty much? This story is a bit angsty, which means that there's a lot of talking about your emotions and crap like that... ^_^ But there's also a lot of action, a lot of humor, and a lot of doubletakes that I hope you enjoy.
Now, I have a strict review policy for this story: if I find that there is no one reading this story, I WILL DELETE IT. No kidding. I'm not busting my ass to put this story up on ff.n. Here is my policy:
ONLY WHEN THERE ARE AT LEAST 10 REVIEWS ON A SECTION WILL I POST UP ANOTHER SECTION. There are no exceptions to this rule. Sorry if you like the story; if you really do, and I delete it, then just e-mail me and I'll send it to you through that. And, with no further adieu... The Dance.
