Dancing Queen

Author's Note: My Christmas present to all my readers is the completion of Dancing Queen. I should be finished somewhere in the mist of mid summer…


Chapter Ten: Number 45

Misty looked about for some clue to who competitor #45 was. She must of look frantic cause the girl next her giggled and muttered, "Sweetheart, you're #45."

She reached over and tapped the button on Misty's shirt which clearly stated #45. Misty felt sweet warm relief flood over her. She gave off a weak smile to the kind girl who had answered her nervous reactions.

The girl was very beautiful. She had slick raven black hair that fell down to her waist and bright green eyes. On the top of her head were two buns which some of her hair had been pulled up into. She wore a small black leather skirt and a yellow top with a Raichu on it. It was bouncing on the letters: B-R-I-N-G I-T O-N!.

"Electric trainer?" Misty guessed.

"Nope. But I do have a Raichu. I am actually a psychic trainer," The girl smiled.

They all waved and marched off the stage. But Misty wasn't through. She really liked this girl. And she wanted to know more about her.

"The name's Misty. Pleasure to meet you," Misty grinned holding out her hand.

"The pleasure is all mine, Misty," The girl beamed back. "My name's Tsuki. You're a water trainer, right?"

Misty smiled and cocked her head, "How did you guess?"

"Most water trainers are perky and spunky. I have never met one quite as outgoing as you though. Most girl water trainers couldn't care less about a contest like this."

Misty blushed and lowered her gaze. She shuffled her feet and murmured, "Well, you know…"

Suddenly another girl ran right into Misty and Tsuki knocking Misty clear off her feet and into one of the wardrobes. Tsuki caught herself before falling over.

Misty let out a groan rubbing her throbbing head.

"Watch where you are going, scamp!" The blonde girl snapped.

She had bright purple eyes and wore a blinding green skintight outfit. It had a small spaghetti strap top with a small vest and tiny miny skirt. It was finished off with big black boots that reached up to her thighs. Although the outfit was outrageous, she was defiantly meant for it. She was extremely gorgeous and the outfit made that clear.

"Why don't you watch where you were going?" Tsuki defended her newfound friend.

"And why don't you keep you big mouth shut, Tsuki," The girl growled. "It's doing no good just flapping out in the wind like that."

And with that she left them.

Tsuki helped Misty carefully out of the rack while Misty ranted with rage, "Just who does she think she is?!"

"She's Minikai Yoroshii." Tsuki hissed with a sneer of disgust. "People normally just call her Mi-kay for short."

"But why does she act like she owns this place?" Misty asked.

"Cause she practically does. She has won for almost three years in a row now. It always ends with me and her in a face off. And every year, she rigs the arena so she can win. I can never prove it was her either," Tsuki sighed, "I just want one year when someone could kick her much needed kicking a-"

"Misty!" Brock shouted running up and giving her a hug. "Great job. You got in! Keep this up and you'll win for sure!"

With one faint wave to Tsuki, Brock carted Misty off for more training. Misty wouldn't see her friend again until next week; when the real battles began.


"Is she in?"

"Yes, Ketak. I promise you, this contest will be one to die for."

"As long as Misty isn't the one dying…"

"You hired me to kidnap and to kill. It's your fault you didn't specify…"

"You bi-"

--The phone went dead…

To Be Continued…

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Mwhahaha! Another great cliffhanger! A really short chappy though…sorry! Blame my school!