A/N: This one was difficult, because I bloody hate this song. I don't know how the hell I even have it in my files.

5. Groove is in the Heart – Dee Lite

There were some things in life Yuugi had always fantasised about doing: not getting bullied every day, playing Duel monsters and still being taken seriously, making friends, and travelling to exotic locations to name but a few. He'd achieved far more of them than he'd ever thought possible, even in his wildest dreams. All except one.

Until now.

He swallowed. It felt like he was trying to ingest a bowling ball. And all the pins that went with it. And the bowling alley.

"Um …" Argh! He forced his voice down to a level audible to more than just dogs. "Are we, um, meant to be standing this close?"

"It's a waltz, Yuugi. That's kind of the point. Now stop dropping your arm."

He squeaked as Anzu plunked his right hand onto her waist and laced the fingers of his other with her own. She placed her left hand on his right shoulder, elbow slightly bent – and frowned. She straightened her arm, which allowed her to stand upright, but it was still awkward.

Yuugi had known the height difference between them was always going to be a problem. He'd seen ballroom dancers on that competition on TV, and only those around the same height looked any good. A taller man could also make it work because his partner looked tiny and graceful in comparison, but a taller lady always looked a little silly being whirled around the dance floor by a shorter man, like a plastic pinwheel next to a wind turbine with glitter and too much make-up.

He and Anzu were more like an ant partnering a giraffe.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, dropping his hands again – or at least trying to. He blinked up at Anzu, trying to tug his hand out of hers and wincing when she gripped it a little too hard to stop him.

"No, I said I'd teach you how to waltz, so I'm going to teach you how to waltz."

"But -"

"Yuugi, it's the prom in a week, and there is going to be a waltz, and you are going to have to get up and do it. It's an unwritten law of school dances. If you have a date and there is a waltz, you waltz."

Yuugi dropped his eyes, which forced his chin down as well – partly because he was worried Anzu would think he was ogling her boobs from this angle, and partly because of what she'd said.

She let go of his shoulder and hooked her index finger under his chin, forcing his face back up, and his eyes to meet hers. She smiled sympathetically at him. It was the most beautiful, most heartbreaking thing Yuugi had seen in his short life – yes, even more than watching Pegasus steal his grandfather's soul, or watching Atem walk into the afterlife. He'd rescued Grandpa and Atem had gone on to reunite with his family. There were no redeeming features of seeing Anzu smile at him like that; especially not when they were pressed so close together.

"Hey, don't worry. We'll have you all trained up and ready to strut your funky stuff in no time. Dancing's like Duel Monsters – it's two fifths skill and three fifths heart."

"Hrrm."

"Besides, if I didn't help you out and you stood on your date's foot, she'd never forgive me."

Kind of like Yuugi still hadn't forgiven himself for not asking Anzu before she took pity on Jounouchi and offered herself as Mai's replacement to make sure he even went.

"Now come on. On the first beat of the music, slide forward with your left foot…"