A dance instructor from the seventies, Fujiwarano Sai, has passed on
through time for thirty years into the mind of Shindou Hikaru . . . in
order to obtain the Feet of God.

Hikaru no DDR
A massive Spamfic
By Cat Who

cue music: 'Get Over' Warp Brothers Remix by Dream

"Neeeee, Hikaru, what are you looking for?" a young girl named Akari
whined to her best friend, Shindou Hikaru. The whinee in question was
rooting through his grandfather's attic, tossing aside trophies and
bizarre artifacts as if they were his dirty clothing and he needed to
find a pair of socks.

"I told you, mom cut off my allowance because I failed that last exam,"
Hikaru griped. "I need to find something to sell for spending money.
Hey, give me a hand with this goban." Akari reluctantly helped him
shove an ancient, bloodstained goban to the side, ignoring the sudden
feeling of melancholy that swept over her when she touched it.

"Hikaru, are you sure your grandfather won't mind? Some of this stuff
looks important."

"Ji-chan won't even notice. Hey, look at this disco ball!" Hikaru cried
triumphantly, and lifted an enormous glittering ball out of the dusty
corner.

"Yeeek, spiders!" Akari screamed, and skittered away from the nest that
Hikaru had disturbed. "Kill them! Ayaaa!" Not able to take it
anymore, Akari ran out of the garage. "I'm going home to play some
video games."

Hikaru looked after her retreating figure for a moment, then shrugged.
"Stupid girls. Hey, wow, this is in pretty good shape. I might be able
to get five or six thousand yen for it." He brushed some of the dust
off, stepped absently on a spider that fell, and buffed some of the
glittering mirrors. It was then that he noticed that some of the
mirrors were discolored and cracked.

"Awww, man, it's damaged!"

"You can see the stains?" a voice said from nowhere. Hikaru whirled
around to face the garage door, but only saw the wind shaking the trees
outside his grandfather's house. Frowning, he turned around again, and
nearly dropped the disco ball.

A man -- a scary looking one -- was standing there.

"Who are you?" Hikaru said, holding the disco ball as if it the
stranger might try to take it away from him.

"You can see me, too? Oh, how I've waited for this day!" The man held
a cigarette up to his lips and smiled rapturously, as ghostly tear drops
slid down his cheeks and fell without landing on the floor.

Hikaru looked disbelievingly at the odd man. "Whoever you are, yeah, I
can see you, and I can see that I don't know you. Why are you in my
grandfather's garage?"

The stranger recovered, and bowed gracefully to Hikaru. "Forgive my
lack of manners. I am Fujiwarano Sai. I once was the dance instructor
to Lynn Minmei."

"Lynn Minmei? But she's been dead for 30 years!" Hikaru said, getting
annoyed with the turn of events. He just wanted to sell the disco ball.
The guy there was creepy. He had long, shoulder length purple hair, odd
purple lips, and a soggy looking cigarette that nevertheless was lit.
That, and he had on the tackiest white polyester suit that Hikaru had
ever seen.

"Has it been that long, then? Yes, she died. I was her dance
instructor. I was preparing her for a concert in a week, and after I
left, someone stabbed her to death and left her on the stage. I was
framed." The indignity shone in the stranger's eyes, and he took a long
drag on his cigarette, which gave off a wisp of ghostly smoke that
Hikaru didn't smell. "Rather than be arrested, once I found out that
the cops were after me, I took my stash of blow and hid under a bridge.
I got high and fell into a canal." The strange man looked faintly
embarassed.

"Blow? What's that -- oh. That." Hikaru stifled a giggle at the archaic
term for cocaine. "So you're trying to tell me you're dead?"

"I died thirty years ago, if Lynn Minmei died then. But I couldn't pass
onto the afterlife. I still have not obtained the Feet of God."

Hikaru couldn't hold it anymore, and burst out laughing. "Feet of God?
Sounds like some fancy DDR secret level."

"DDR?" The ghost looked confused.

"Eh, it's just some video game. Okay, so you're dead. Why did you show
up now?"

"I selfishly clung to that disco ball. Perhaps God was willing to give
me a second chance to achieve my goals. I will need your help."

"My help? How?" Hikaru set the disco ball down on the garage floor,
and dusted his hands off.

"Do you . . . dance?" the ghost asked hopefully. Hikaru took another
step back.

"Not with guys. Ewww."

"No! no no no. I need to find out a way for me to dance by myself
again. I don't have a body anymore. But there has to be a way!"

"Well, sorry . . . Sai, was it? I don't have time to help you,
understand?"

The ghost burst into tears, and grabbed onto Hikaru around the knees.

"You caaaaaan't. You're the first person to see me since that scary go
player during the eighties. Come oooon," Sai whined.

"Leggo! Leggo leggo leggo!" Hikaru tried in vain to shake the ghost off
his legs, hopping in time to each command, but he was firmly weighted
down by Sai's iron yet somehow ethereal grip.

"Pleeeeeease," Sai said, his tears starting to actually dampen his
polyester suit. "Just let me stay with you. Don't make me go back in
the disco ball."

Hikaru paused and looked at the sobbing ghost. The . . . man there was
acting like a baby. But the look of desperation on his face pulled deep
on a conscience that Hikaru wasn't even aware he had.

"Yeah yeah," Hikaru said, finally shaking his legs free. He knew he was
going to regret this. "Here's the deal. You can hang around with me
for a little while. Okay? Now stop crying."

"Yay!" Sai said, and glomped Hikaru in happiness this time.

"Gettoffame!" Hikaru managed to escape. "You can stay with me, but
don't speak unless I speak to you first." Hikaru started walking out of
the garage, halfway hoping that the creepy ghost wouldn't be able to
leave the disco ball.

"Yessir!" the ghost said, beaming happily. Hikaru sighed to himself.
No such luck.

"And don't hug me like that."

"Gotcha!"

"All right, then." Hikaru walked across the lawn, Sai floating behind
him like a friendly puppy. Hikaru had a feeling that the creepy ghost
was going to change his life more than he could ever imagine.

End Prologue