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The Safari

Areina peered around mistily, for this city was very new to her. She quickly caught up with the others, who were far ahead of her and at the club door. A neon flashing sign that said "Safari" gave away the club's name.

"No kiddies under 18 allowed," a tall-built African-American man said in a gruff voice. They looked at each other warily, but Areina had an idea.

"Guys," Areina said suggestively as she winked slightly at Hiro, who stared back confusedly. "You know you're cramping my style!" She raised her eyebrow flirtatiously at the guard, who stood still and solemn.

Trowa stepped closely to Areina, and quickly whispered in her ear. "What are you doing?" the boy said urgently. "If you try anything on that guard, he'll beat us all up!"

"Trust me," Areina said thru a wide grin and clenched teeth. She gazed at the large guard and he looked at her strangely, as did the others, who were totally lost.

Areina grabbed the guard by his shoulders and blew softly in his ear. The guard couldn't help but smile a bit at this. She turned the guard to the left, and they started walking, Areina half-forcing the guard along, away from the club. Areina winked again at the guard, who giggled a little bit and grinned slyly.

The green-haired girl motioned silently to the others with her hand to go into the club quickly. She heard hurried footsteps behind her, and as soon as they stopped she put her arm around the man's waist.

"I need a big, strong man, you know," she said smoothly. "Maybe you could help me with that?"

"No problem," the man said in an equally smooth voice as he leaned in to kiss her. She chose then to strike, and her fist went firmly into his groin.

The man winced and held his crotch in pain as Areina sprinted for the door. She grabbed the handle quickly, and within a moment, she was in the club.

- - -

As usual, the club was doused in a flame of colorful lights, ranging from yellow to white to green to red to blue, and everything in between. Hiro remembered the club from the dozens of other times they had visited it, because it was Duo's favorite club. He usually went to whatever club Duo wanted to go to, because duo had good taste and he had to admit that he definitely enjoyed watching Duo dance.

After all, Duo was probably one of the best dancers in town. At almost every club, he was the undisputed champion of the dance floor. In any circle face off, he was the sure fire bet to win. It was partially due to the fact that Duo could dance practically any style, from break dance to tap dance to even salsa!

Hiro had to admit that, although he was a good dancer, Duo was much better. Duo may not have been better at him in many things, but dancing was definitely one of them.

He suddenly realized that he had lost the others in the crowd! He peered around the club, and was able to spot Relena on the far left at the bar, drinking only a glass of water. What a wuss, Hiro thought to himself as he recalled how she had had a huge crush on him a long time ago. He shuddered slightly, but noticed that a dance circle had formed on the floor below him. He peered into the circle of shouting people and noticed Duo in the middle, as usual, dancing against Quatre. Hiro chuckled silently to himself. Quatre always challenged Duo, even thought he knew that there was no chance that he could beat the dancing king.

Quatre couldn't dance, plain and simple. The most he could do was belly dance, and for an Arabian kid, he was pretty bad. All of this aside, Quatre still challenged Duo to dance face offs all the time - and always lost. He never lost courage, and each night he'd try again. Quatre knew he couldn't dance, but at least he tried.

Hiro could barely see some of his friends' faces in the crowd: Hilde was dancing to the beat while watching Duo and cheering him on. Trowa was doing the same to his lover, and Wufei just stood in the crowd watching the two of them dance, not moving and barely looking like he was breathing.

Hiro smirked at this, knowing Wufei to be the silent one of the group and the equalizer on the dance floor, because he could never pick a side to root for.

Hiro suddenly remembered Areina, and realized that she must still be out on the street with that guard. The young man had been surprised that Areina was willing to flirt with the man to get them in, and even more so that it worked. He shrugged, supposing that she would eventually show up in the club.

Hiro walked down the steps to the dance floor, and began shaking his hips roughly to the infectious beat of the blaring techno music.

- - -

Relena sat alone at the bar, sipping on her water like a fool.

Now she remembered why she never went out with them. It was because they always excluded her from the activity. Maybe it was because she was rich, or because she was the ruler of the Sanq Kingdom, or for a reason unknown to her.

Perhaps it was her fault. Perhaps she was the one secluding her from the group, not vice-versa.

If that were the case, then it was mainly because of Hiro. He was such a jerk. It wasn't that she hated him because he turned out to be gay after she admitted that she loved him. It wasn't even the fact that he seemed to get enjoyment out of violence and she hated violence.

It was the bloody silence between them. For some reason, every time she tried to talk to Hiro, even in private, he'd just walk away from her, and leave her alone in the room wondering what she did wrong. Even when she tried to get closer to him as a friend, he would simply ignore her and make a derogatory comment like "Go away" or "Can't you see I'm busy right now?"

Part of her wanted to get on that dance floor and shake it with him all night. But she wasn't drunk from water. She knew that if she did that he would hate her for the rest of his life. Either that, or he'd just walk away - again.

A soft tear dripped into the water from her eye. She hated him. She really hated him, even though she didn't want to. And for that she hated herself. She hated it that she couldn't walk up to him and shake him really hard and say "What's the matter with you? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" She hated it that -

"What's wrong?" a familiar voice yelled to her over the music, interrupting her thoughts. Relena looked up, tears streaming from her face, to see Areina with a look of concern in her eyes.

She quickly turned away and wiped her sleeve across her eyes. "Nothing." She said in a cracked voice. "Don't worry about it."

"Tell me," Areina said, her hand on Relena's shoulder comfortingly. "I know that something's -"

Just then a loud whooping turned both of their attention to the floor below.

A circle of people was on the dance floor, with Duo in the middle, cheering for himself, and Quatre across from him, who shrugged and walked into the crowd. The others were all in the crowd of people, cheering with the rest of the crowd for Duo.

"Who wants to face me?" Duo shouted aggressively over the whoops of the crowd. "Come on! I want a lady now! I'll send any of you wimpy women across the floor and begging for more!" he screamed in a hip-hop rhyming voice.

Areina peered darkly into the space in front of her. "Excuse me a moment," she said sternly with a hint of anger in her voice.

Relena knew that this wasn't going to be good, and sensing that Areina was going to do something drastic, she followed the green-haired Canadian into the swarm of people below.

- - -

Duo loved it all. The dance lights, the blaring music, the crowd of screaming fans loving his performance. He felt like he was a star when he entered the dance rings, and that was half of the reason why he did it.

The other half being, of course, the fact that he loved dancing and that he was great at it. He admitted that sometimes he could let it get to his head a little, but who wouldn't?

He grinned with pride at the sight of Quatre leaving the dance floor - another victim for the undefeatable champion! That made it (if Duo hadn't lost count yet), 49 wins to 0 losses on the dance floor. He folded his arms smugly and smiled to himself at a job well done. Only one more victory until his goal of a perfect 50!

Suddenly the crowd parted, and Duo looked curiously into the masses of people to see a blur of green. Areina stepped out of the crowd and into the ring with a look of undeniable fury. Relena ran after her with a look of worry on her face, but stopped at the boundary of the circle for fear of Duo challenging her.

"Let's dance," Areina yelled over the hollering people. Duo widened his eyes in shock at the new roommate's nerve.

"Well," Duo said with a look of arrogance on his face. "Aren't you eager to lose?" He paused to see her reaction, and she only got angrier, it seemed. Duo loved it when girls got angry. It was so hot!

"You know that no woman has ever challenged me before?"

"I know that you obviously don't know a woman's talents on the dance floor," Areina responded with a hot tone to her voice. "I intend to not only show you a woman's dancing capability, but to beat you as well."

Duo nodded at the DJ, the signal for him to start the music.

Duo's favorite song came on, and he knew that Areina was already beaten. He always danced his best to his favorite songs, and he began his art.

The braided boy shook his hips as he clapped his hands to the rhythm. His feet seemed to glide across the dance floor as he did the still-famous moonwalk. He bobbed his head to the music and spun once before he finally stopped. The crowd roared in applause, including Hiro, Hilde, Trowa and Quatre.

Areina had her hands on her hips with an eyebrow raised, showing that she was not impressed. Duo smirked, knowing that this Canadian hottie couldn't possibly compete with his dance moves.

Areina began tapping her foot to the beat of the music, giving off shrugs and moans of impatience in the audience. This is the best she's got? Duo thought to himself. But suddenly, something unexpected happened.

Areina's hands dropped from her hips, which began to sway violently. They seemed to shake upon every beat of the song, not every other beat like Duo's had. She raised one arm above her head and the other around her waist. Her fingers snapped to the infectious tune, and she improvised a little. Her hands moved from their positions and clapped on every fourth beat as her feet went into an intricate combination of tapping, clonking, stomping, twisting, and stepping to the rhythm. She stopped suddenly, and the ring of people went insane with cheers and screams.

She looked at Duo smugly, whose mouth was open to its widest position in a look of total shock. This was only for a brief moment, however, because the boy still had some tricks up his sleeve. He signaled to the DJ, and the music suddenly changed to a Latin beat.

The braided dancing wonder began a series of intricate maneuvers, crossing over each foot, going backward, and doing a one-man salsa to the music. His hands clapped loudly to the speedy Latin tempo. The music seemed to rush thru him, and everyone screamed wildly as he gave a final tap of his foot.

Areina raised a doubtful eyebrow to the young man, and he knew he had her beat. The crowd echoed with chants of Duo, but the dancing boy could see Relena's face in the crowd, cheering for - Areina?

The green-haired girl grinned devilishly at Duo, and she began her own dance. Her feet moved twice as fast as Duo's as her hands stood on her hips. She was performing a classic salsa, and it looked like a flash of fire with her red and orange belly-cut tank top and her white bellbottoms. She spun once, then twice, and finally three times, ending with the also classic pose of one hand over the head and the other on the belly, both in snapping poses. The crowd, once again, shrieked madly at her performance.

Duo sneered in disgust. It looked like his 50th win would be a challenge. He glanced at the DJ, and some Arabic music came on. He smirked at Areina, who showed no sign of fear.

Duo went into a detailed routine of twisting hand motions and foot tapping. He swayed his hips seductively to the music, and shrill screams and swoons could be heard from the women in the audience - and some of the men.

Areina didn't look surprised when the dance ended, and the audience erupted with feverous applause. Duo smirked at her, never having worked this hard at dancing in his life.

Areina waited for the next measure, then begun a very interesting dance. She did basically the same hand motions that Duo had, only she belly danced. Very well, Duo thought to himself as he watched her stomach curve in and out almost like a wave. She gave Duo what looked like an enticing smile, but as soon as it flashed across her face, it disappeared, and she was focused entirely on the dance.

She finished, and several men in the audience - including Wufei - whooped for her. Even Quatre had had a change of heart, and was now rooting for the exceptional bell dance done by this Canadian beauty. She grinned at Duo, showing her pearly white teeth. She had a great smile.

Duo shook these thoughts out of his mind and pointed to the DJ. This was his last chance - the tiebreaker. Either he beat Areina in this, or his score would be wins: 49, ties: 1.

A hip-hop beat surged over the dance floor. Break-dancing was Duo's strong suit. And it was an obvious fact that no girl could break-dance. Duo smiled to himself, knowing that he was definitely going to win.

He slammed his body onto the dance floor and began several spins on his hands, with his legs winding around as if he were a spinning top. He rolled on his back and flopped back up onto his feet. He clutched his foot in one hand, and began pulling it back and forth, hopping on one knee to the tempo.

He landed on the floor again and finished with a one-handed headstand. He fell onto the ground, face up, with screaming people above his head.

Areina looked nervously across the dance floor. Duo grinned broadly to himself, knowing that he had finally beaten her.

- - -

The green-haired vixen looked back at Relena, who glanced in her eyes reassuringly.

Areina turned back to the dance floor. She was not going to let this sexist pig get the best of her.

Areina dropped to the floor and began.

She leaned back on her hands and did a kick with both feet in the air. She came back to a kneeling position and kicked her feet out, one after the other, while rotating in a circle. Areina did a quick back flip onto her feet and began a clapping section, where she slapped her thighs, her chest, under her legs, and both of her hands in a complex variety to the beat. She fell back to the floor and also did a hand stand; only she was quickly hopping from one hand to the other.

She flopped to the floor in exhaustion as she heard the crowd cheer so loudly that the music was drowned out by their screams and whoops. She had done it; she had beaten Duo.