Let's Dance
"I don't know how!"
"Then allow me to teach you!"
She twisted away. He reached for her; caught her, grasped her gently with curling fingers.
"Please."
The bubblegum in her mouth ceased to be chewed. Her blue accented eyes sparkled as she closed them in contemplation. Lips puckered, body lax.
"... Why?"
".. Because you are - you are not perfect." A whimless gesture with a sweating hand. "Your movements are like water they are so smooth. Your feet can pull things off that girls who have been training their entire lives cannot do. And your smile speaks more than words and - and your eyes..."
Those eyes, so luminous in the humid air, in the city street - so confused. A yank; he released her. "I'm not perfect! So go find yourself some rich-ass bitch who can dance in circles around your--"
"You are not perfect. You are yourself."
Quiet.
He took a slow step forward.
"Which makes you... far above anything deeming themselves as perfection."
Uncertianty. Those lips hiding the sweet smile curved downwards, those eyes bright with curiosity. He found he could not look away.
A slender hand slid silently into his own. A smile.
"Alright then, big guy." Bodies pulled tightly against one another, illuminated by the dim yellow streetlight and fading city lights.
"Let's dance."
And now, a note from our sponso--
-- Author's note(s)
Alrighty - just finished watching a pretty sweet movie called Take the Lead, which prety much depicts the life's work of a man called Pierre Dulaine. He sashayed (shameless plug) into New York City, saw a kid destroy his principal's car, went to see that principal and decided to teach a bunch of detention students how to ballroom dance.
Go mug somebody to see it. I swear. :D Gets you in the writing mood.
Who is the man and lady in this story? Well - if you know me, which none of you do (I'm hoping) - I'm a diehard fan of Yuugi and Yami/Atemu. BUT! Yuugi's a guy! 8D Well.. yes, but, I'm sorry; sticking Yuugi into a dress when he still holds the ability to copulate with a woman is just wrong in my book.
So, the girl is Yuugi, and the dude is Yami - Atemu.. whatever.
You can all shoot me now. :D
It's late, I was too tired to actually siddown and start writing up a chapter for something, it's my birthday celebration tomorrow! (SEND ME GIFTS. TwT), and I wanted to try something different. So! Different is what'cha get!
If there's enough of a response, I'll make this into a story. :3 It'll.. probably start earlier than this point - I've kinda got it mapped out in my head. Yuugi's a street-teen in New York City, father gone and mother dirt-poor with a ton of younger silbings. Atemu the epitome of rich. And sek-c, but I don't need to tell you that. ;D He runs into her dancing with a bunch of other teens and is amaz-ed. So he's all, "dance wif me!1" and Yuugi's all, "uh. why?" "'Cause you're awesome." "'kay!"
Little more in depth than that, but y'know. Not really. :D They go on to win (OR LOSE!) a big ol' competition, and we'll throw Jounouchi in there with Maiii... fun stuff.
Only, of course, if I actually get a response. XD Reviews? That'd be nice, but, really I'll look at the number of hits. N'kay? N'kay. But still. Review anyway? Just say, "Yo," and I'll be the appiest person alive.
Sashay is coming! D: I just dunno what t'do with it yet - there's a good 20 pages runnin' around. :D Stay tuned!
