HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ALL! I thought as a gift to you all..I'd update-passes out chocolate- Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yeah so I kidnapped SM and company yesterday, but Naoko and her posse beat me up and took them back...-sigh- STILL don't own 'em.

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I only have one request."

His eyebrow raised slightly. "Name it. I can't guarantee anything though." He smiled the same smile that didn't reach his eyes. She thought long and hard with only one thing coming to mind. A wicked gleam entered her mind seeing how one thing occupied it.

"NEVER go around with a towel on anymore. I don't think I can take it."

Darien let a short bark of laughter before shaking her hand.

"Deal...meatball head."

Can't Stop the Music

Chapter 6

His eyes watched her like a hawk and she went through the basic steps. Her forehead glistened with sweat as she turn this way in that in a desperate attempt to stay on beat with the music.

"You're off again, Serena!"

His slender finger rewound the music while she caught her breath. Sure he could tell she was agitated, but that didn't mean he had to care. She sighed that familiar sigh of hers and glared at the stubborn bang in stuck to the middle of her forehead.

The last rays of light were filtering through the open blinds. They had been at this all day with little improvement. It was easy to say she was ready for a nice hot bath.

"I'm off, am I?" She stormed over to stand in front of him. It didn't matter if she was a good head shorter than him. "Maybe if you stopped watching me like that and helped me I could learn it!" Her eyes flashed in the waning light.

That was the dumbest thing he had every heard. "What do you want me to do Meatball head? Close my eyes? What will you do when you're standing in front of a crowded room full of people?"

She blinked once, then twice.

Well that was an unneeded confidence taker. She definitely hadn't thought of that before. Why was she doing this again?

Darien took that as acceptance and played the music from the beginning. "Now relax and feel the beat." He stood before her and lightly put his hands around her small waist.

You'll never get anywhere until you feel the music and get the rhythm right!" Her arms rested on his shoulders as the slowly started the steps. Her steps faltered at first until the music sped up.

"Good! Now step back with your left foot." Her brow furrowed as she tried to follow his command. he stifled his groan.

"Your other left Serena."

Her blush crept up her graceful neck on embarrassment. "Oh, sorry."

A critical gaze followed a certain meatball headed blonde as she walked home from a tiring practice. This was going to be harder than planned. The figure stepped out of the shadows and quietly followed her as she turned corner after corner.

As she came to an apartment townhouse Serena paused. It looked like she was looking for her key. Her back was turned on her attentive follower while she rummaged through a beat up looking bag. She held of her key triumphantly before slowly opening her door.

Now was the time.

The figure quickly rushed up and grabbed the scatterbrained blonde and shoved her through the door before closing it. Serena panicked trying to catch a glimpse of her captor. The captor said nothing as she blindfolded the young dancer and tied her to a chair.

"What do you want with me?" She wiggled her wrists feeling her breathing shallow as she listened to the captives movements.

A smirk played across the captors face. "You'll see soon enough, Serena. Soon enough."

Darien's head was full of ideas that he couldn't organize. A prominent one was of a certain clumsy dancer and her crazy ways.

He shuddered at the emotions he had felt when his arms had lay on her waist. He knew it couldn't be want. Especially not for Serena. He must have been shuddering in fear. Well, she was better than nothing.

He sat up from his bed and wandered around his apartment. Blue eyes roamed the kitchen for something to soothe his growling stomach. His stomach pulled him to the fridge. He knew he hadn't been shopping in a while and prayed for something to eat.

There was a half-empty container of spaghetti and a moldy banana. How long had that been in there. Did the banana just move? He let out a small amount of breath that might have been counted as a sigh. It would have to do for the night until he could go shopping tomorrow.

Besides...

What could it hurt?

He hated his life.

Andrew watched in morbid fascination as Darien moaned with his head in his arms. That stupid spaghetti was the wrong way to go. His complextion was tinted a beautiful green as he tried not to hurl on the nearest customer.

God knows he wanted to.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay? You don't look so hot..." Darien's eyebrow twitched as he listened to his friend's obvious observation.

"Oh I'm just fine! Ignore any sounds or pure pain that I make!" He banged his head slowly on the cool counter. A bell-like giggle sounded behind him.

"Do you always do this for people on Tuesdays or am I just special?" He froze mid slam and turned around hesitantly. His deep-blue eyes widended as his eyes slowly worked their way up long shapely legs and a petite but curvy body. Long blonde hair tumbled down her head in ringlets as her smile lit up the room.

"Serena?" Her smile widened as his eyes got closer and closer to pooping out of his head. Her head titled slightly in amusement.

"Hello...Darien."