Hey everyone, Angel here. I'm so sorry it took me this long to get chapter six out. School decided it would be funny to gut me and watch me squirm. /annoyed/ Anyway, this is the very long awaited chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it.
And to let everyone know, I probably will not be posting chapters during November. I'm participating in NaNoWriMo, which means all my muse will be spared for that. Gotta reach 50k this year after all. Haha.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
~Angel

Chapter Six
Dancing Through Life.
What just happened?

Victoria's POV

"Tori let me do your hair~"

"But it hurts when you do my hair."

"Deal with it and let me do it anyway. You can't just throw it up in a ponytail for a party!"

With a sigh I gave in and let my sister sit me down with a hair brush in her hand. Knowing her she'd try to curl it or something equally impossible when dealing with my hair. It never did like to listen to anyone, including me. Yet Miranda seemed happy enough working with it.

I sat there in mild boredom for about a half hour as she did my hair, and once that was done, she insisted on make up. Oi, we were never going to get out of here.

"Mira, enough already. We're going to be late," I pointed out, trying to keep the whine out of my voice.

She stopped and looked at the clock, letting out a startled yelp before flying around the apartment to try and throw on her dress and heels quickly. I only rolled my eyes and stood from the chair, changing quickly into my own dress and putting on a pair of flats. I couldn't stand heels, they were simply impractical. Soon enough I was standing beside the door still waiting for my twin.

"Miranda! Hurry up!" I called.

Suddenly she was there beside me, handing me a bag with a smile. "All ready!" she chirped. She was far too chipper to be going to a party where all we would do was stand around and talk to people… She grabbed onto my arm and pulled me out of the apartment, drawing me towards the school for the dance. "Come on come on, go faster!"

"Miranda, we're walking to the school and you're in bloody heels. We can't go any faster unless you want to break an ankle!" I growled, somewhat annoyed with her now.

She only smiled at me. "I won't break an ankle; have more faith in me, Tori. Come on, I don't want to miss the opening speech~"

"I could do without it…" I muttered before following her to the school. It was definitely too long of a walk, I would have much rather ridden my bike. Of course even had I tried Miranda would have yanked me off again saying something about "how it was improper to ride a bike in a dress". So we walked… and walked… and walked some bloody more. At least I was in flats; I would have killed myself if I was walking in heels.

By the time we reached the school, I was about ready to turn back and run away to the apartment. There were so many students! I didn't even know that the DWMA had so many students going here… though I guess in a way it would make sense. Either way, I was ready to high-tail it out of there, but Miranda was pulling me forward like she did at lunch… every day… It must not have taken long for her to pull – drag – me up the stairs because the next thing I knew we were in the dance room and people were mulling about just talking and waiting for the opening speech. Oh joy, I thought I had managed to avoid it but I guess not.

"Miranda! Tori!" A voice called and my head followed in that direction to spy the others. It was Maka and Patti waving at us, beckoning us over. With a sigh, I stopped dragging my heels and walked with my sister over to the girls. A few minutes and many compliments later, I slunk away to lean against the wall and let out a breath of relief that I had escaped the crushing grasp of all of the girls.

It was only a few minutes later that I spied Lord Death on the stage, obviously getting ready to fully start the party. I watched idly as he made his speech, it was wonderfully short, but then Kidd stepped up and started talking. And he didn't stop talking… I thought I was going to cry in relief when Lord Death managed to stop his child from continuing.

At that point the party really started, and the music started going loud. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, dancing on the floor and mingling with people they didn't always have time to mingle with. I noticed at one point that Kidd took Miranda onto the dance floor – probably more like Miranda forcefully dragged a protesting Kidd who was spouting something about symmetry – and started dancing. I saw Kidd relax as he realized that the simple dance they were doing was actually symmetrical.

A smirk touched my lips and I pushed off the wall to go to the punch table. I filled a cup and then took a tentative sip, smiling when I realized it wasn't spiked. I had to check, one never knows when it comes to parties, even high end ones like this.

I had just finished off my punch when suddenly Liz was there and dragging me away, not leaving me any chance to do or say anything. When I found a moment though, I was not very happy.

"Liz, where the hell are you taking me?" I asked, finally managing to get my feet back under me and casting a glare at the taller girl. Suddenly I found myself shoved into someone, and I heard semi-crazy laughter from behind said person. I took a step back to try and figure out who was in front of me when a very familiar voice came from the body.

"Oi, so not cool Patti."

I blinked slowly before I lifted my head from staring at his shoes to looking at his face. Yup, there was Soul, standing in front of me and glaring at one of the Thompson sisters. I couldn't stop a soft laugh from escaping me, which brought his attention back to the fact we had just run into each other.

"Oh, Tori. Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you. Uncool moment," he said with a faint shrug, and I waved a hand as if saying to let it go.

"Don't worry about it; I know you got pushed here. I did too," I replied, gesturing to Liz with my thumb.

Liz stepped in at that moment, taking both of us by our shoulders. "Now now kiddies, you two are going to grab hands and go dance!" She started pushing us to the dance floor, and she was not taking no for an answer.

"H-hey! Stop that Liz! I don't do dancing!" I exclaimed, doing my best to escape, but she wasn't having it.

"Nah-uh, you and Soul are dancing. Now. I was dared by your sister, Tori, and your meister, Soul, that I wouldn't be able to get you two to dance, so get over it and go dance. I have thirty bucks riding on this thing," she said, and at that point Soul and I were both protesting. Yet a minute later found us on the dance floor surrounded by couples.

I sighed and looked up at the white haired demon scythe. "Well… should we dance just to prove them wrong? Or should we separate now and face the fact they'll rub it in our faces forever?" I asked him, shifting my stance so that I was more comfortable. I didn't like how close everyone on the dance floor was to us. I heard the shift in the music too, the music was no longer a fast song, it was dying out into a slow song. Damn it, I would've rather danced when it was fast, a slow song meant being even closer.

"It would be uncool to having something as pathetic as not dancing rubbed in, so we might as well. Even though I don't dance," he said, hands sunk into the pockets of his slacks.

I blinked, bringing myself back into the subject before sighing. "Alright, you lead then," I said, taking his hands the minute he offered them. I was stunned by how easily he slid into the music, leading me on the dance floor. As long as I had a good partner, I didn't step on any toes, and he made it quite clear that he could dance. The closeness between us wasn't something I had wanted before, but I found myself thinking that maybe it wasn't so bad.

"You lied when you said you don't dance," I commented, lifting my head slightly in order to meet his eyes.

A smirk from the shark-toothed boy met me. "I never said I couldn't, only that I don't. It's not cool to dance on the dance floor like this, everyone stares at you if you're too good," he said.

I laughed softly. "Not cool? Dancing is one of the few true 'cool' things left in the world. I don't do it because I usually get stuck with dance partners that can't lead right and then I step on them," I said.

He looked at me, and I entertained the thought that the expression on his face was a mixture of shock and amusement. "Well, you haven't stepped on me yet," he said.

I felt the smirk tip my lips before I could stop it. "Well, doesn't that say something?" He blushed at my comment and I smiled, letting the silence drop over us. It wasn't uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually. I think on some level we had a basic understanding between us, and it was that understanding that made it easy to be quiet around each other.

After the song we separated, walking back to where the group had gathered. I spotted Miranda begrudgingly handing over thirty dollars to Liz. Liz was overjoyed, Miranda looked depressed, Maka was shocked, and everyone else was stunned. Soul and I glanced at each other before we started laughing, the looks on their faces were simply too much. It seems our laughter was enough to send the group into laughter as well. Who would've thought one dance could affect the group so much.

Yet our fun loving mirth was ended quickly when the doors burst open and Sid came in. "We're under attack!" he cried.

A ripple ran through the crowd and I caught Mira's eye. She nodded, and I walked closer to her. But the next thing I knew the ground fell from beneath my feet and I slid down a slide that suddenly appeared. I yelped, this was NOT something one was supposed to do in a dress. I hit the ground in a tumble, standing up quickly in order to save some form of dignity. I looked around, trying to tell who all fell with me. There was Miranda, Maka, Soul, Liz, Patti, Kidd, Tsubaki, Black*Star, Stein, and Death Scythe. Oh crap… did this mean that the defense was all left to us…?

Everyone was quick to recover and suddenly everyone except Miranda and I were shedding the party clothes and changing into battle clothes. I stared for a moment before growling. "And this is what happens the one night I let my guard down. Damn it Mira, I don't want to fight in a dress that cost me a hundred dollars!"

My twin looked sheepish for a moment before reaching behind her. There was a bag of clothes in her hand a minute later and I blinked before chuckling, taking the bag. I tossed her the clothes that were hers from the bag, but not before getting close enough to whisper in her ear. "Be careful using your powers, Miranda. I don't know what this group would do if they found out we've been hiding something like this from them." I got a faint nod from her as I backed away to change quickly. I must say, getting back into a pair of jeans was much more comfortable than being in that dress.

I turned my attention to Stein as he cleared his throat, Death Scythe in weapon form in the professor's hands. "Alright students. Our mission to stop the witches from reaching the Kishin and reviving him with the black blood, are we clear? Do whatever necessary."

We all nodded, and then the weapons shifted into their weapon form. I watched Soul become a scythe, Liz and Patti became twin pistols, and Tsubaki became a chain scythe. I smiled faintly before shifting, landing in my sisters hands. When in partial transformation I could be considered a mallet, but in full transformation, I was a sledge hammer. Big and bulky, with a somewhat dull metallic look. I was made for smashing and crushing, which was perfectly fine by me.

I peered out from the surface, looking at what was going on. Stein gave the signal and we all took off, running towards the Kishin's chambers. I was slung over Miranda's shoulder, so I bounced a little bit as she ran, but it wasn't a big deal. I was pretty much used to it at this point in our lives. I felt a familiar flicker of magic that left me breathless. Oh no, oh no oh no oh no it couldn't. It couldn't be her. We had left her far behind us; there was no freaking way she had found us. Yet when I looked around, I could see that it was indeed her, and everyone had come to a stop. Oh shit…

Miranda's grip on me tightened, bringing me down to a battle ready position. "Medusa," she hissed, eyes narrowing. I felt her wavelength waver and I couldn't help the nervousness that washed over me.

We were facing Medusa, the witch that still haunted our dreams.