This is the second part of chapter one. I felt like the first chapter was a bit too long so I cut it up. So voila, the fake chapter two. R&R please!

"No!" Wally blurted out. There was no way that ACE of all people could possibly be Kuki's partner. But suddenly he noticed every single pair of eyes turned to stare at him.

"Is there a problem?" asked the teacher pleasantly. Wally blushed furiously.

"No. I just, uh… forgot I owed somebody a… quarter," he concluded lamely.

"Mmhmm. Sure," replied Mr. T, rolling his eyes. The onlookers turned away, snickering to themselves.

In the end, the Delightful Children got paired up as Bruce and Ashley, and Ogie with Lenny, which left poor David out. The teacher decided to be David's partner. At first, they totally refused to separate, but within a few moments of the teacher staring daggers at them, they did as told. After a gross schlooping sound, they stood apart.

"Alrighty then." Mr. T stood in the center of the room. "That took a bit longer than I hoped it would," he added darkly. "No matter." He clapped his hands and Holly ran to turn on some music. After explaining the basics of how to waltz, he began to demonstrate- with poor, miserable David. "What's your name, son?" he asked.

"David," he muttered.

"What?"

"DAVID!"

"Jeez, no need to yell. Alright David, don't be shy. Place one hand on my back. Come on, now. No need to be afraid." The other Delightful Children watched in dismay as David struggled to do as told. Who could blame him? All the other kids could hardly contain their laughter. Finally, after much coaxing and teeth-gritting, David summoned up the guts to put his hand on the old man's back. "That's right. Wasn't too hard, was it?" he chuckled. "Now, hold my left hand… no, that's my right, you imbecil- I mean, yes, yes, that's correct. Now, move your feet like so, yes that's right."

"I ship them," Hoagie muttered to Abby. They giggled, but were quickly silenced by extremely dark and murderous looks from the other Delightfuls.

"Now. Everybody watch carefully, please." He waited a moment, getting the feel of the beat. Boom-cha-cha, boom-cha-cha, boom-cha-cha, boom-cha-cha. The two began to dance smoothly to the music. It appeared that David already knew how to waltz. Heck, all the Delightful Children probably knew how to waltz. But if the situation for them was also choosing between ballroom dancing lessons and Father-Children bonding club, I think everybody would agree that dancing was ultimately the better choice.

Everyone watched in amazement at how gracefully the pair moved together. They twirled and turned, whirled and spun. The song ended.

"Excellent, my boy!" Mr. T. exclaimed, breathing heavily. David simply nodded, eyes downcast, face tomato red. "Now, get into your pairs and try it out!"

Twenty minutes later, only three pairs (not including the Delightfuls or Nigel and Holly) had gotten the knack of it. Chad and Rachel, Fanny and Patton, and… surprise surprise, Ace and Kuki. The latter were obviously enjoying themselves immensely. Ace led Kuki through a series of fancy moves, twirling her about and so on. Wally had hardly gotten a chance to sulk over it when Lizzie stepped on his foot for like, the eleventieth time.

"Can you cruddy stop cruddy stepping on me and stuff?" he snapped.

"Well, I'm SORRY, but I don't think that YOU'RE in the same situation as I am," she retorted.

"Are you cruddy kidding me? I don't give a crud about your situation!" he shot back. They continued arguing like that for another ten minutes until the teacher interrupted.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today. Before we end the class, I was hoping that Holly could show you a tango, and then you can go home."

"Yes sir." Holly grinned. Her scarves floated in excitement. "Nigel, I take it you know how to tango."

"Tango? More like mango," replied Nigel. Holly simply stared at him, one eyebrow raised. Abby smacked her forehead, and Hoagie silently chortled at Nigel's terrible joke. "Yes, I know how to tango," he amended.

"Alrighty then," cut in the teacher.

The music started, fast and intense. The two English operatives met each other's steely gazes, frozen in time. Through some unknown signal, lightning quick, they met in a furious stance. Nigel grasped Holly's hand, and she splayed her free hand across his back. They paused, slightly surprised at the other's severity and seriousness. In a flash, it was gone, and they snapped to and fro, guiding each other smoothly through a course of complex moves. They moved so fast that they became a unified blur, twirling and spinning so much that it was amazing that they didn't pass out from dizziness. He tipped her backwards, her leg intertwining with his. Several operatives including Wally suddenly noticed Lizzie. Red-faced and furious, fists clenched tightly. They forgot about her as they got caught in the whirlwind of passion Holly and Nigel were creating. They stared, open-mouthed, as he lifted her into the air, and spun around. Their eyes never left each others. The music escalated and their movements became even faster, more flourished, even harder to comprehend. The dance was a feverish release of pent-up emotion and passion for the both of them. Holly's skirts twirled as they pivoted to and fro, twisting this way and that. Finally, the dance ended, abruptly, and the two stood in a tight embrace, faces inches apart, panting and sweating, their eyes still locked on the other's. Silence reigned the room.

Then Mr. T. started clapping. Soon, everyone except for Lizzie was cheering and whooping, even Chad. Nigel and Holly grinned at each other, and took a bow.

"Well, class. I hope you enjoyed that. I certainly did. Hopefully, if you take this class seriously, you might be able to dance like those two some day." There was hushed, excited chatter at the thought of that. "Anyways, it's getting late. Class dismissed."

The crowd dispersed, waving goodbye to one another. Wally watched in utter devastation as Kuki walked off, smiling and chattering happily, with Ace. Something cruddy about him walking her home. Lizzie stomped across his peripheral. Poor Nigel was in for some serious scolding… but then again, he sure looked really happy, as there was a big stupid grin on his face. Wally sighed. Why couldn't he be happy like that? A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Beatles, may I speak to you in private, please?" asked the teacher from behind him.

"Yeah, sure." By now, he was the only person left in the room with the teacher. His electric blue eyes drilled into Wally's emerald green ones. He took a step away, averting his gaze.

"I'm sure you've figured it out now."

"What?" asked Wally, genuinely confused.

"My identity."

"Huh?"

"My worst enemy doesn't know who I am?" Mr. T. cackled. "Me, the worstest, evilest villain EVERRR?" he yelled. Wally backed farther away. He recognized that voice. Those creepy eyes.

"Hey, good job today, Toilenator. You were surprisingly cool," he said, pasting on a grin.

"...Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Hey, thanks!" The Toilenator grinned. Wally saw no reason to kick his butt today. He was too depressed.

"Well, see ya next week, Mr. T!"

"Bye!" he called happily.

Once he finally got home, Wally collapsed face first into his pillow. He couldn't help it when tears started leaking into it. He wanted to cry, badly. But suddenly he sat up, blinking them away. He wasn't about to let some sissy boy take Kuki away from him. No way. Not after all that they'd gone through. Kuki was rightfully his, and he carefully began to think of a plan to ensure this.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" asked a smoothly accented voice sleepily.

"Nigel, listen mate. I need you to teach me how to dance."

Hope you enjoyed fake chapter two… sorry. The next chapter will be out soon, hopefully :D. Please stay tuned.

-happynomnom