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Waterlily Morning

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*Dance Central fandom.
*Pairing: Glitch/Angel. Requested by JayyRobyn. CONTEST PRIZE.
*Warning: THIS CONTAINS FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE. I REPEAT: FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE.

*Rough Spanish:
Bendecido por la mañana, rosa: Blessed morning, rose
Nenufar: Water lily
Amarante: Flower that never fades

*Rough Korean:
Nan-ige silh-eo: I hate this

*Story Note:
Angel isn't really related to Carlos Santana, the musician.

*Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the summary and my laptop.


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He felt like a pebble, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

How could he feel otherwise? Life was pulling him in far too many directions, spreading his limbs out over the weary hours. Dancing wasn't the therauptic sport it normally was, recently leaving him without breath. He couldn't possibly reach any of the others. They had already crossed the finish line, plain and simple. He was a fish out of water, clamoring for air in the middle of the desert.

He wasn't even in traditional Hi-Def style. As other crews were asked to do so, he and his mentor collaborated with Dance Central's fashion designers. As a result, kick-ass uniforms were made. Mo and Glitch saddled themselves with not only Hi-Def's signature look, but bomb-ass tuxedos and attire fashioned after Keyblade masters. Pretty ice on a fly cake, as Glitch once put it. But that particular morning steered him away from crew gear. A simple black shirt, a pink handkerchief around his neck, and denim jeans were enough for the wee hours of the morning.

His hair wasn't even in crew fashion. Glitch forfeited his use of the hair gel, favoring the downward look instead of the usual hyper-active one. His green streak had been replaced by a red one, clashing against his handkerchief in an exuberant battle. However, Mo's protege was less than exuberant. Sitting in the lobby of the Venetian hotel, he wished Xehanort would pop him out of existence.
Being snuffed by a Kingdom Hearts villain would beat the crap out of loneliness.

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Las Vegas was still.

It was four in the morning. Even though the casinos were wide awake, and travellers were settling into their hotel rooms, the world was encased in silence. The kind of silence that erupted, whenever a hunter stumbled upon a rare, fairy tale creature. Glitch was alone, having dressed himself as if his hotel room were on fire. He chose a seat, bowed his head and resigned himself to the overpowering presence of gut-wrenching defeat.

His world, after all, was asleep.

He worshipped the ground Mo walked on. That was as plain as the petals on a rose. And Mo loved him. Unfortunately for Hi-Def's junior, that love wasn't the kind of love Glitch wanted. He wanted the overwhelming, all-consuming kind. The kind that drove someone to tears early in the morning, suffering from a nightmare that concerned their other half. The kind that drove someone over the moon.

Mo didn't see fit to give that love to his 'little brother'. He was, however, intent on giving it to Oblio.

It was a match made in Heaven. Mo and Oblio met during the first DC season, the two of them shared a common ground in the arts, a few meetings at Starbucks and boom. A fairy tale was born. The second half of the fairy tale was climatic.

Oblio was invited to Dance Central 2 but squashed the invitation, over and over again. Mo, over and over again, pleaded with him to change his decision. The ninja was hellbent on 'finding himself' on yet another one of his journeys, Mo was heartbroken, and then the world turned itself inside-out. The inexplicable male could not bear to see the Alomar upset, Mo flew over the moon in happiness, and-

They had spent another night in unbridled, immeasurable rapture.

It was the fifth time that week. And it was only Tuesday.

As if being squashed by Mo wasn't enough, Bodie was happily in love. It was one of his fans, a pretty maiden named Sana Sunohara. Miss Aubrey had recently reconnected with a long-time friend, who promptly turned into her boyfriend. The world was dressed in love.

Glitch was all dressed up, and had nowhere to go.

Wish none o' this had ever happened.

It was dope when we kicked this shit off, but...it ain't like that no more.


Tears burning his eyes, Mo's protege buried his face into his hands. There wasn't a darker feeling in the world, being a pebble at the bottom of the sea. And he wouldn't stop shrinking.

He soon welcomed the feeling. If he continued to grow any smaller, he'd vanish and no one would know the difference. No one would ever care. Mo had Oblio, Bodie had his pen pal in Tokyo, Miss Aubrey had her new boyfriend, Angel-

Wait a minute. Angel?

"Bendecido por la mañana, rosa. What are you doing out here, alone in the morning's tender hours?"

The fifteen year old breaker bit his bottom lip. Emerald orbs peered right into the Santana's warm, brown ones, wondering why Angel had bothered to show up. He could've easily enjoyed the morning elsewhere. Who in their right mind wanted to be around a nameless, good-for-nothing street urchin, who only had bad-ass moves to his name? A stage name, at that! "I dunno," the younger male mewled.

"Couldn't catch any winks, so I thought I'd chill here."

Beaming brighter than the star atop a Christmas tree, Angel occupied the seat next to him. "It is quite a beautiful morning, nenufar," the brunette cooed. "But why spend it sitting in the lobby?"

Glitch turned away with a shrug. "Dunno. Don't wanna go anywhere else."

The merry, silky smile aboard the Santana's face dimmed. Concern was responsible for dampening his morning cheer, but it was just as bright as the cheer he arrived with. "You haven't been in th' best of spirits lately," the older male said softly, running a hand through the other's hair. Glitch stiffened at the contact, and failed to conceal a surge in happiness. Scarlet red cheeks were a perfect set of giveaways.

"Tell me. Why is it that I have found you in a gloomy state this morning?"

Mo's protege shut his eyes. He bit harder into his bottom lip, not wanting to fall into the very mold he hated-the mold of a wailing child. Fans of the veteran dancers had already slammed him for being so young, and having the nerve to dance alongside the beautiful, legendary Mo. But-

Someone was there. Someone cared. So he took a deep breath, gripped his heart tight, and-

"Dunno."

"You insult me, Glitch," the brunette said in a dramatic fashion, draping a hand over his heart. Angel would've been killer in Shakespearean plays, but Hi-Def's junior didn't pay any attention to the Santana's possible future as an actor. The raven-haired male was much too busy focusing on how the other said his name. Might have been a dancer's name, but-

Angel was there. And the way he pronounced his friend's name made shivers scorch his back.

"Come now. Surely you can talk to me, amigo. I am an open book! No, wait. Make that an open set of ears."

"..."

Angel cupped a hand to his left ear. "Pardon me?"

"I wanna go away. I wanna go away! I WANNA GO AWAY!"

With that, Glitch had forfeited his right to acting much older than he appeared to be. He was now officially much younger, but didn't give a rat's ass. "I can't take this shit any more, man," the breaker snarled tearfully, hands balled into the tightest fists. The Prince of Tango watched with silent, concerned eyes.

"Nothin's goin' in th' right direction!"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?! Angie, look at me! I ain't go no name, no 'rents, I don't even know where I'm from! Nan-ige silh-eo!"

...

"Well, I can safely tell you what part of the world you must be from. That's not the first time you've spoken in Korean."

Glitch blinked, bearing enough grief and shock to drown a planet. "Ya know what that was?"

"I most certainly do," the Santana frowned, as he usually did whenever his talents were in question. "You said 'I hate this' in your native tongue. I figured adding more points to my dazzling scoreboard would do me wonders. Doesn't hurt to be a sexy god of dance in other languages."

Mo's partner-in-crime blinked furiously, disoriented by the strange turn in events. Not only was Angel there, speaking to him, but showering him in warmth. Not ridiculing or scolding him for acting out. "That ain't all, though," the breaker whimpered, even more tears scorching the pristine lobby floor.

"I can't take bein' one half o' a cat any more. It ain't right, man. Everybody's got somebody. Momo's with Obi, Aubrey's with her guy...and I ain't got nobody. Can't blame 'em. I mean, who wants t' put their hands on a scrawny, nameless-"

Apparently, Angel had no problem in putting his hands on that nameless urchin. Because the Prince of Tango pulled Glitch into a kiss.

For what seemed like an eternity, time stood still. Mo's protege melted into the warm aroma of caramel and something else he couldn't pin. Must've been the increasingly intense rapture, blinding his powers of comprehension. But then-

"What the Hell, Angie?!"

Brighter than a cherry, the younger male pushed his friend away. Before Glitch could give a voice to frustration and shyness, Angel burst into gentle laughter. "You are far more adorable than the leaflets on a Spring morning," the Latino purred, brown eyes twinkling. And that resulted in two things. One: a volcanic eruption of happiness went off in the pit of Glitch's stomach. Two-

Glitch couldn't been more any uncomfortable.

"Wassup wit' that, huh? Whaddya think you were doin'?"

"Was is not obvious? Kissing you."

"B-b-but...why?"

The Santana shrugged, his cheeks bearing a faint tint of scarlet. "Is it odd for me to indulge in life's pleasures?"

The breaker was in an intersection, cars poised to come at him from all directions. Angel Ruiz Santana, nephew to the esteemed Carlos Santana, was notorious for his flirting. Men and women were in danger of losing their hearts, whenever he was around. But how could he possibly have any interest in the runt of the Dance Central litter? How could he-

Possibly bear such warm, deep, invigorating light?

He's serious.

Those words were a broken record in Glitch's mind. The Tango master's eyes were glazed over in genuine tenderness, speaking of a desire to comfort the other more. And that did explain quite a lot.

Angel hadn't flirted with anyone in...forever. Pretty much since the beginning of DC2.

"And for the record, Amarante," the Santana added, lifting a finger. Again, with the name calling. Glitch never knew what any of the names meant, but he knew they were wrapped in the ribbons of affection.

True, gritty, hard-core affection.

"You matter to someone. You matter to me."

"Angie..."

"What is it now?"

Emerald eyes were flooded with newly acquired hope, happiness, and a white-hot longing for comfort. "Would ya...would ya mind doin' that again?"

"What do you speak of?"

"Y'know," the younger male went on, bowing his head in a sure sign of explosive shyness. "Kissin' me. Jus'...goin' back t'holdin' me, a little while longer."

The Santana drew Glitch into his arms. "Anything to make you happy."

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At four thirty in the morning, two dancers returned to their room in the Venetian. The younger one looked as if he had one too many martinis, sky-high and grinning like a madman. The older one-

Looked as if he had been released from an unjust prison sentence, delivered into the light.

None of the others had awakened. Mo and Oblio were still encased in silent, rapturous slumber, entangled in each other's arms. Beaming bright enough to blind the city, brunette and breaker scampered into the room's other bed. No words were shared-

But they added even more kisses to their first day as a couple.
Dance Central fandom. :heart: GlitchAngel :heart: WARNING: CONTAINS FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE.

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The splendor of Las Vegas does nothing to heal Glitch's broken heart. So many of his friends are able to find love and nurture it, while Dance Central 2 takes off running in Nevada's crown jewel. Hi-Def's junior feels out of place among the team, but a surprising hero comforts him. :heart:

:heart: Glitch


:heart: Angel
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Such a wonderful story! Write more of them, they're just great!