Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the songs unless I say so. Thank you.
Author's Note: Hey everyone! I am so excited! Thank you for the reviews. Just to answer some questions being directed towards me, yes, this title did come from Fall Out Boy's song 'Dance, Dance'. That's how I produced this idea. Crazy, eh? I was surprised to get this many reviews for the first chapter. Thank you again and please continue to review. It really makes my day.
Warnings: Sexual situations, strong language, crude humor, drugs, explicit music lyrics and awkward exercises.
Also, I do not own any opinions that Riku voices in this fan fiction. Don't hate me for his attitude! Thank you!
Note: I went online and looked up some British terms. Some may be old, but I thought it would be cool, ya know? Anyway, correct me if you see anything wrong. Thanks!
Enjoy!
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Dance, Dance: Chapter 1
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"Hades here. Talk to me baby."
The voice on the other line seemed disturbed, even a little disgusted. When the caller spoke, their accented voice sounded snippy with annoyance. "I have received a call from you this morning and I wanted to get back with you."
Wonderful. Hades liked when people followed instructions. "Hey babe, I appreciate the call. So, how much and what do we need?"
When the caller informed him of all the requirements, Hades let out a low whistle. "Damn, you drive a hard bargain, Lea."
"Leon."
"Ah, right. Anyway, Luke, we'll be by tomorrow to check out the place. Alright with you?"
Hades could have sworn he heard a curse slip out of the caller's mouth, causing the manager to grin.
"Yes, that's fine."
And then the line went dead.
As he flipped his phone shut, he chuckled.
They were in for a huge surprise.
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"Sora? Where the fuck are you?"
The gruff voice of his brother brought him back to reality as he finally noticed his leg was shaking from being in a most uncomfortable position. It had to be about ten minutes that he had been holding his leg out, but his mind just kept wandering and he couldn't really understand why.
"Hey Sora-Ah, here you are." His brother barged into the studio, toothbrush in his mouth and a hairbrush combing through his hair. The youngest chuckled at the other's unkempt presence. The other did not think this was the least bit funny.
"Wh…the…fock…did-" He dropped his hairbrush onto the black floor and removed the toothbrush from his mouth. "Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?"
Sora shrugged his shoulders and stood straight and tall, feeling his leg wobble under the new pressure. Even though he was only four years apart from his brother, the brunette was a good head shorter and when his brother, Leon, towered over him, it could be slightly intimidating. This was the exact situation he was in now.
"Next time you fuck with my alarm, I'll-" A knock on the studio door made him pause. "Bloody Hell."
Once Leon rushed out of the room, Sora answered the door. A man offered his hand as he entered with five others, which the following group carried gym bags. However, the brunette only paid attention to the hand offered to him, shaking it with tepid emotion.
"And you are Leon, I presume?"
Sora shook his head. "No, I'm his younger brother. The name is Sora."
The man smiled and nodded his head in understanding, though he was slightly creepy. "Hey listen, kiddo. Why don't you go get me your brother so we can get the show on the road, eh?"
Sora's smile was polite, though he wanted nothing to do with this man anymore. Nobody called him a 'kiddo'. He wasn't that young, dammit! Bloody motherfucker…
But the brunette didn't need to worry as Leon strode in, wearing a small white t-shirt that showed off his muscles quite nicely and some sweatpants that had the studio's name, 'Dance to Destiny Studios', on the side of his pants. He always wore them so he could move around easily while he was dancing. He greeted every one of these people with as much enthusiasm as a rock sitting on the ground.
First, it was this hyperactive blonde guy. He was shaking Leon's hand like a person on crack and his brother had to pull his hand away to greet the next person, which was a red haired guy. He gave Leon a lazy look and only tilted his head in greeting. Sora hoped that he wouldn't be teaching that guy to dance. Otherwise, the redhead would be learning respect the hard way.
The last was another blonde, which Leon let his eyes sweep his body in a cursory glance, though he turned away, clearly uninterested. Despite that, it put a smirk on Sora's face. Leon had not dated anyone since his last girlfriend died. A shame really. There were plenty of people ready to bow down and please him for whatever way he wanted. Sadly, his brother wasn't interested.
But it had been almost five years now…
Leon was still so distant from him. Seriously! He was distant from Sora, his own brother!
Whatever…not important.
Once Leon let go of the blonde's hand, the older male looked past the intriguing electric guitar player and to the one that was lying on the leather seats, cigarette in his mouth. The silver-haired male took it out of his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke, smirking as he felt the older brunette's eyes on him.
Sora followed his gaze and glared at the stranger. Couldn't the guy read?
"Hey! This is a no smoking zone." Sora stomped up to the delinquent rocker and snatched the cigarette right out of his mouth. He tossed it out the door and into the street as he heard the cigarette's owner growl. Sora spun around and gave him a pointed glare. "Next time, read the fine print, buddy." And just to emphasize his point, Sora walked over towards the rules posted on the wall closest to the door and tapped his finger on the paper lightly.
"Yeah, yeah." Riku waved him off and sat up, brushing invisible dust off his clothes. "Don't get your thong in a bunch, Brit pussy."
Sora's eyes widened. Who the bloody hell did this guy think he was!
"Just for your information-" Sora was interrupted by his brother, who shoved Sora roughly away as he stomped up to the ass wipe that insulted him. The smaller brunette glared into his brother's gray-blue eyes, but Leon shook his head and turned to greet the silver-haired male. Fucker…
Once that was done, Leon excused himself for a second and pulled Sora into the management office. The older brunette sighed and pushed Sora into a chair, while sitting in his own plush one.
"Sora, can't you stop being such a wanker?"
"But that man's such a pain in the arse!"
"Let it go."
"Fine."
Leon ruffled Sora's locks in a brotherly manner before he walked out, leaving the door ajar so Sora could join him. The boy grumbled to himself before he followed his brother, who was standing in front of Mr. Creepy. The silver-haired bastard threw a glare towards the smaller brunette as Sora walked into the waiting room, but he paid no attention to him and kept his gaze to the floor.
"Now that we're done with introductions, let's get to the dancing Leonardo. Time's a wasting!" Hades gestured towards the studio from the waiting room. All the members, except Mr. Ass wipe, were about to enter through the door, but Leon stopped them, blocking the door with his lean body.
"There's some rules that we need to go over."
Axel rolled his eyes. "Damn it…let's just get this over with."
Zell punched the bass guitarist's bicep, giving him a playful smirk. "Is Axel afraid of a little dancing?"
No one laughed.
"First off, I need all of you to get into your dance uniforms. Your manager said he bought them-" With a conformation from Hades, Leon continued. "Put your dance shoes on and meet me inside."
"Sweet!" Zell exclaimed, grabbing the gym bag he discarded on the floor earlier and headed to the bathroom. Cloud repeated the same thing, except heading to the girl's bathroom, since there was only a one-person bathroom stall for each gender. Axel had to wait his turn, and being the most impatient, he started to get huffy, yelling for one of the blondes to get out. Riku chuckled from his spot, stifling a yawn with his hand.
"And you-" Leon faced Riku, who only lazily glanced up from his laying down position on the seats. "-will be paired up with Sora, since your manager has assigned a one-on-one private session."
Riku's mouth dropped. Why was Hades always trying to ruin his life?
The same thing was running through Sora's head. He was furious with both his brother and the stupid weirdo man that had to get that private dancing lesson. Damn it all to Hell! Why did he have to work with a bastard like Mr. Ass wipe?
"Argh!" Gripping his brown spikes, Sora let out an irritated growl. "Bastard."
"Just what I was thinking…" Riku spat.
Sora blinked. Did he say that aloud?
Hades let out a chuckle, heading over to Riku so he could pat the silver locks on the top of the rock star's head. Riku smacked his manager's hand away and noticed that Leon had taken all his other band members to the dancing studio that they could see through the clear glass window. Leon called for Sora to enter the studio for a moment and before long, the brunette walked out with a pouting expression on his features. Riku smirked. Hades took a seat in front of the window to watch the band members' first practice.
"Come with me." The brunette sighed, his accent heavy from having to deal with this unknown stranger. Riku did not make such a good first impression, but once he did something…there was no going back.
So, alone, the two entered a hallway through the door that was at the far end of the waiting room. Sora led the singer to the private dance room, where Riku had to gape, for a second, in amazement.
There were three long shelves on the far right of the room packed with CD cases; some were even threatening to fall off the shelf. The floor had an odd texture to it. It wasn't soft, yet it wasn't hard. It was perfect for dropping down on your knees or something like that without getting that badly hurt, but it would leave anyone's knee bruised for weeks without proper equipment. Then there was an entertainment center, where a stereo gleamed from the light's rays beaming down on it. It was huge and probably could bust up some eardrums if turned up too loud. Riku wondered what would happen if he played the band's music in that contraption. The music would probably shatter all the mirrors surrounding it. Good and bad in everything, he guessed…
Riku stared at his standing form in the mirrors that surrounded the whole studio He frowned. This stupid things would show the dancer what the rocker's every mistake would be and at every angle. Whoo…so exciting, right?
Sora was walking toward the CD shelves, but stopped halfway and turned to face him, looking at him with one eyebrow raised. "Aren't you going to go get your clothes on?"
Riku shrugged his shoulders. He didn't feel like changing, so why bother?
"No, I don't need to…I'll be fine."
Instead of Sora bickering with him, which Riku thought would happen, the brunette did opposite and shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly. His British accent came in strong as the dancer warned Riku that he could do whatever he wanted to.
So the rock star did…
"Alright." Sora whispered, picking a CD out and striding over towards the monstrous stereo awaiting for its master to us it. Riku crossed his arms in boredom and let his gaze linger on the brunette, who had just bent down to study the contraption a little better.
Riku frowned and thought of his current predicament. Surely, Riku would only have to do this for a few days, maybe even shorter than that and then he could complain to Hades until his manager got so tired of hearing it, he never wanted to think about putting any of them in dance again.
Perfect…
"Now." Sora turned to face him, his perfect posture put Riku's to shame as the silver-haired rocker stared past the brunette and into the mirror. "I first need to see how well you can bend."
Riku smirked. "Baby, if you had a nice mattress I could show you many of-"
"Not sexually, you bloody prat."
Riku sniggered, shrugging his shoulders. "Whatever you say, you're Highness."
Sora rolled his blue eyes and turned his back on Riku, looking at him from the mirror. "Just follow my lead okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."
Sora returned to the stereo and pushed the play button, starting the music.
Pullin up to the club
Six coke dealers in my truck
Slidin to the v.i room
Riku stared at Sora in disbelief. What the fuck…?
"Now, I know that you won't know any of these moves, but just remember to follow me."
Sora ignored the other's disgusted look and swung his hips from side to side. Riku watched as if memorized and then followed the brunette, never taking his eyes off his hips. Sora blushed and rubbed his face, attempting to hide his apparent redness. Riku was only looking at him because he had to. That was it…nothing else…
Hypnotic is in my cup
Then I felt someone grab me
And say ain't u from cali
"Now, go forward and back." And with his instructions, the dancer showed the singer how to do it. Riku did it easily, already looking like he was getting uninterested.
"Is this all we're doing? If so, I rather get to having a life about now."
Sora faced him with an insidious gleam in his eyes. "Alright, let's try something harder."
Sora ordered Riku to lay down. The brunette grinned as Riku listened even though over the music he could hear the comments about these 'stupid ass stretches' coming from the other male. Sora towered over Riku and instructed him to lay on his stomach. Reluctant to comply, Sora finally huffed and nudged the rock star with his foot, signaling to Riku that he had better do it or he would surely make the nudges into kicks.
Then say welcome to Miami
Yea she was on me heavy
So I brushed up like wats up
So her jeans was tight as wat
Once Riku finally rolled over onto his stomach, he let out grunt as he felt his belt pushing into his sensitive skin and just as he was about to get up, Sora held his feet down by the ankles with an incredible force. The rock star spun his head around to sneer at the brunette. "What the fuck are you doing, Brit pussy?"
Blue fire erupted into the brunette's deep pools as Riku pitched his insult at him. Sora gave a fiery glare towards Riku as his accent spilled out with such a poisonous sting, Riku knew he should be more careful with his words. Whether he took that into consideration though is an entirely different matter.
"Lie back down, Mr. Ito."
"Oooh, now we're using formalities." Riku snickered.
Sora pinned him with his eyes and Riku glared right back.
Suddenly, the silver-haired male was on the floor and breathing deeply.
Damn this kid was strong as hell…
"You will fucking listen to me! I am your teacher." When Riku huffed, Sora growled. "Don't treat me as if I were a piece of bloody shit…"
The rock star rolled his eyes and remained quiet…even after the first song on the CD ended…and the next one began.
"Now I want you to bend your back towards me as far as you can and then descend back down. Do as many of these as you can and I will tell you when to stop."
Riku hissed as he heard the cracking of his bones once he lifted his body up about half of his original plan. His back pulsed in pain as he laid his head back down. He didn't want to get up, but Sora whistled for him to start again.
This lasted for another half of the second song. In total, Riku did twenty-five back bends.
Sora smiled down at Riku, but as if he just noticed his sudden change of emotions, the brunette replaced it with a frown. "Well, that isn't too bad."
God and did it suck…Riku went through at least twenty more exercises before Sora actually started him on the dance he was going to learn. It had taken half an hour just for stretching. How insane! Riku would have never guessed Sora had any of this in mind. Especially when the brunette didn't even break out in a sweat. It amazed the singer. How could the dancer do this? It was pure torture.
Though Riku would never say it aloud…
With his muscles aching, the singer crossed his arms as if once again bored, but he was far from it. His muscles continued to throb with stabbing pains each time he even attempted to move and sweat matted the rock star as if it were a second skin. His clothes were heavier and he definitely wished he had listened to the brunette about changing. It probably would have helped, at least, just a little.
"Alright. I want to start with ballet, but hip-hop is always another opinion."
Both sounded equally appalling to the pained rock star. What the hell was this kid on? And how did he still manage to dance after such torture?
"Whatever." Riku whispered. He masked his pain. He would not show this bastard any emotion other than the usual. Cocky, arrogant, and most definitely sly. And since he liked his dance instructor so much, Riku would even add a douse of bitchy. That was always a good one to ward off people he didn't like.
"I think ballet will do for today."
Riku's mouth flew open. "W-What?"
"Ballet. You know-" Sora tapped his finger upon his chin as he thought. "It's what you American men call 'sissy'. That may even be your own definition."
It most definitely was! Riku thought. Yes, yes, yes! He did NOT want to do this! Fucking sister and her persuasive ways. This was all her fault in the beginning. No…that bastard Hades would pay! But his sister made him! Damn him, ouch, damn her, ouch, damn him, OUCH!
Riku hissed as Sora pulled him towards a bar hooked onto the side of the wall. His arm muscles flexed against the dancer's touch and they tingled shortly after Sora let go. Did the brunette see he was killing the rock star?
"Put your leg onto the bar like this." Sora demonstrated and graceful positioned his leg onto the highest bar with ease. Then he pushed his body forward, eyes still focused on Riku. "Now, do as I do."
Riku grunted as his leg wouldn't lift up to the highest bar like Sora's, so the brunette suggested the lower one. The silver-haired rocker gritted his teeth as the pain pervaded through his right leg that held up all his body weight. He pushed his weight forward and felt the stabbing shift to his abs and his upper leg muscles. He let out an uncontrollably cry of pain, but afterwards cursed in silence.
Fucking hell…he had blown his cover.
Sora swung his foot away from the bar and stood straight and tall, shaking his head in obvious disappointment. "Alright, you're done for today."
Happiness coursed through Riku's tired body as the rocker clumsily let his leg fall. The male had to lean onto the pole to keep his balance before he could straight up, almost as if he was mimicking the dancer now heading towards the door, but all he could do was slouch even further.
The singer cursed. This day was like fucking hell…
The brunette opened the door for him and smirked as if he won a wonderful victory. "Now, Riku. I should recommend some ice for your pain, maybe even a hot shower."
"I don't need no fucking shower, you prick."
Sora pushed him through the door and laughed as Riku stumbled into the room. His eyes widened as he caught the gazes thrown at him.
There were his band members all waiting for him.
The other dancer instructor, Sora's brother Leon, strode up to Riku and patted his aching arm. "Honestly, I can't believe you survived."
And Riku knew…he couldn't believe it either.
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So there you are! Riku's first dance practice! XD So cute, eh? I know, poor Riku, right? I'm sorry, but I think he deserved it! X3
The song used in this was Keep Sweatin' by Ray J. This is actually my dance recital dance, so I wanted to use it for this chapter. I do not own the song. I do not own the lyrics either.
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