SWAY

Summary: Fuuko vowed to dance only with one man. Mametsuki, her dance teacher, helped her accomplish that vow when she was introduced to her new partner for the East Japan Ballroom Contest. Her only goal now is to make him fall in love with her. Will they continue their dance to a new love?

Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own anything you recognize. But I made sure that this is not a rip-off of the movie "Shall We Dance?" kinda same, but not a rip-off. I don't own Flame of Recca, the Blackpool, East Japan Ballroom Contest, and the Pussycat Dolls (though I idolize Nicole Kea).

Dedication: to Angel and to Marconi '05-'06 (azteeg!)

Note: this is just a test run. I'll continue if you guys would like it. Merci!

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SWAY

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Sway me, take me
Thrill me, hold me
Bend me, ease me
You have a way with me

Sway (sway)

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Sway me
Sway me
Sway me now

"What do you think you're doing?" Fuuko asked outrageously to the man who was her dance partner.

"Hey, we were only dancing," the man retorted.

"What do you mean 'just dancing?' you're committing sexual abuse here!" Fuuko shouted, pushing the man away.

"What is happening here?" Mamestuki, the director, asked.

"One of your teachers hurt me!" the man complained, pointing at Fuuko.

"What?" Fuuko said. Two other dance teachers tried to stop her. "He was the one who did it first, Mame-san," as she called her.

The brown-haired young woman folded her arms and raised her eyebrow. "Mr. Inoda, if you want to do something like that, go to a club and let a GRO entertain you. This is a school, not a disco bar."

The man looked at them indignantly. "This crap school will be finished!" he threatened, slamming the door behind him. Mametsuki closed her eyes as she heard the door banging.

"Back to work!" she said simply, seeing that other students stopped dancing, staring at her and the scene. "Fuuko, follow me," she told the purple-haired woman, whose face red with anger.

"Why?" Fuuko finally asked, speaking the first time after Mametsuki called her. "Are you going to fire me?"

"No. I'm afraid not," Mametsuki added jokingly. "This dance school has received the invitation any dance school in Japan would ever dream of."
"The East Japan Ballroom Contest?" Fuuko asked.

"Of course," Mametsuki replied, nodding her head while smiling. "And I have to choose my dancer to represent our dance school."

"So?" Fuuko started, knowing what would come next.

"I choose you," Mametsuki said further, slowly lifting her bottom from her seat.

If any other dance queen would hear this offer, they would have jumped up and down their seat. But Fuuko stopped dead, and asked, "Why me?"

Mametsuki stopped for a moment before standing up and going beside Fuuko. "You are still on with your vow, huh?" she asked. "It's okay if you don't want to do it, I'll ask Yuri."

"No, don't bother," Fuuko replied, her voice different as though she was trying to hold back her tears. "All these years, I've been trying to forget the things that happened before. I think this is my only chance to join the Japan East, Mame-san," she said hopefully to the other one.

Mametsuki went back to her chair. "Fuuko, why do you want to dance with a guy you haven't seen for five years? And to top that, you are dreaming to be his partner in Blackpool."

"But…" Fuuko started.

"Fuuko," Mametsuki said, "love is a dance," she started. "You have to fall before you could dance it perfectly. If you haven't seen him for a long time, it is really impossible for you to find him and drag him to Japan East."

"I guess you're right, Mame-san. By the way, who will be my dance partner?"

"He's a good friend of mine, Fuuko. He was my classmate when we were studying in London. I could say that he is the best dancer, in the field of males dancing, I have ever met," Mametsuki said dreamily. "Though we did not win in the UK Blackpool, I could say that he is really a delicate dancer."

"I bet you idolize him," Fuuko muttered. She took the letter from Mametsuki and read it slowly. "So, the contest will be a month from now," she said. "When will my dance partner arrive?"

"I think he will arrive tomorrow," Mametsuki said, looking at her desk calendar. "He's a kind of a VIP so I don't when and how we will meet him. But I know you'll like him."

"Yeah, right. Mame-san, you knew well that I hate VIPs. They want people to follow them all the time," Fuuko remarked.

"Same goes for you. I think I have to dismiss you now," Mametsuki said, looking at the clock on top of the door. "Goodbye and see you tomorrow."

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Fuuko placed her hands behind her head as she went on her bed. She was thinking about her decision to dance officially again. "With another dance partner!" she thought miserably. She buried her face into her hands, thinking about beaking her vow when she started dancing.

"At least I could give it a try," Fuuko said to herself, turning to her bedside table. Thinking about this new opportunity that will strike her, she fell to a good sleep.

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Fuuko woke up late the next day. "God, I will be late!" she shouted as she scrambled out of her bed and took a bath. After her hastened morning ritual, she ran out of the house and to the street, waiting for a bus to arrive.

She arrived in front of the dance school's door. She did not enter at that moment as she was formulating an excuse to tell. Mametsuki does not tolerate latecomers, even though Fuuko was her favorite student.

"Sorry, I'm late," she said in a bare whisper as she opened the door. However, she did not receive the morning sermon from Mametsuki as she expected. She saw her teacher, though the woman was a year older than her, dancing gracefully. Fuuko stood on the spot, mesmerized by the way Mametsuki danced the tango with that immense passion. However, she noticed Mametsuki's dance partner. He was not from the school. "Maybe he's that VIP Mametsuki was talking about," she thought.

"You're late," a tall girl with black hair remarked. She was sipping coffee on a couch. "That is the genius Mametsuki called to be your partner for the East Japan Ballroom Contest."

"Oh, really?" Fuuko spat back. She was really annoyed with this woman. The way she told Fuuko about the contest annoys her so much. "Thanks for the info, Yuri," she said, trying to be kind even though her vein was showing up on her forehead.

The dance ended with a graceful turn from Mametsuki back to the arms of her dance partner.

"Oh, my protégée," Mametsuki exclaimed, going out of the tangle of arms they made after the dance.

"Mame-san," Fuuko said, pretending to blush, "don't try to flatter me like that."

"You saw him dance, didn't you?" Mametsuki said, pointing at her back to a man, now facing the window. "He will be your dance partner. It was quite hard to convince him back here. Blackpool is his life but he wants to go back to his roots."

"Who is he?" Fuuko asked, trying to create a lasting good image, with her great resentment, to the new visitor.

"Mikagami Tokiya, four time finalist in the UK Blackpool Ballroom contest," Mametsuki boasted.