Eh, just having a bit of fun. I'm going with the fact that this is a one-shot, but if anyone wants this to continue, I'll go with that, too.
Song is "Le Disko" by Shiny Toy Guns. The music video inspired me to write this.
Le Disko
They said she would have fun. That she needed to loosen up.
Hitomi signed, running a hand through her boyishly cut brown hair. But a dance club? That was a little too much. As soon as the twenty year old had stepped into the dark, glow-stick and strobe light lit room, she knew it was a mistake. The thumping rave music filled her ear drums, and the entire intense atmosphere was overwhelming.
Yukari, at least, was having fun. Squealing and grabbing a few spare glow-stick necklaces, she had run off to get herself a drink, reminding Hitomi as she left to have a bit of fun.
Feeling uncomfortable in her mini-skirt and tight black shirt, picked out by Yukari, of course, the track-runner slowly walked towards the dance floor. Her outfit was nothing compared to what some of these other girls were wearing, of course. She gulped as a guy walked past with two girls on leashes. Cursing her innocence, Hitomi spotted the crowded main dance area of the club. The entire crowd was a huge mass, moving along to the music. Pinpricks of glow sticks and mini strobe lights stood out amongst the throng.
Hitomi couldn't hold in a shiver as her eyes took in the scene. It was a gathering of half-naked, sweating bodies, dancing and moving to the techno beat. The dark light prevented her from seeing each individual face, but she could see that every person was paired with someone else, some pressed so close against each other that it was hard to tell them apart. Nervously, she took a step back, but stopped herself before going any farther.
"No, Hitomi, if you want any self-confidence, you've gotta go in there…" she scolded herself firmly, clenching her fists and going towards the pulsating horde once more. Taking in a shaky breath, Hitomi registered a strange feeling. If she entered that crowd, with such a close, hot atmosphere, would she get enveloped in it all?
The music was fast, the beat extreme, the ravers' movements erotic. Some strobe lights were switched on. That's when she saw him.
Dancing by himself, sometimes with someone else, was a stunning image. Gorgeously messy black hair was being tossed about in harmony with the music. His eyes were closed, not in a state of concentration, but total relaxation. His movements were fluid and passionate. He had let himself go, dancing in any which way, anywhere the music took him. Hitomi took in a deep breath, realizing that her lungs had stopped working for a moment. The guy stood out in the crowd, for sure. A tight, sleeveless red shirt, and simple jeans, but it only added to his intense image. The green-eyed girl couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Enthralled, she didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, it didn't matter. His image burned into her brain. As the music was drawing to a close, so was her disconnection with reality. A few blinks cleared away the mist in her eyes. A vague reminder that she had to find Yukari surfaced. The incessant thump of the music came to a smooth halt and Hitomi looked up briefly to see if she could spot the guy in the red-shirt. She could.
Raking a well-tanned hand through his hair, his eyelids slid open and he lifted his head to look around. Almost as if in slow-motion, he looked directly up at Hitomi, meeting her gaze. The track-star gasped, stumbling backwards as his hooded, dark eyes pierced hers. Then he was gone, bustling through the crowd as a slower beat started up.
"Hello little boys, little toys.
We're the dreams you're believing."
Shaking away the glare of the lights and the breathless feeling, Hitomi cleared her throat as a way to prepare herself for the dive into the crowd, then stepped forward. It was worse than she had thought. The ocean of people swayed non-stop and the sweltering, stuffy air cut away the oxygen to her brain. It was chaos, it was a dark abyss of swarming heat. Dark eyes glittered purple and green at her. They looked almost like demons, but still the sea carried her any which way, enveloping her and threatening to carry poor Hitomi down to the depths. As she fought for air, the waves carried her to the wall, where at least she had a foot of breathing space. Taking in slow breaths as if she had suffered a shock, Hitomi leaned her head back against the corner of the wall, calming her heart.
"Crawling up the walls,
Running down your face.
Razor sharp, razor clean,"
Finally, the girl dared to open her eyes once more. The mass was as crowded as before, unaware of spitting out the helpless Hitomi into the semi-safe space by the wall. The music was louder here, and the girl could make out the words past the dizzying beat which was filling her eardrums. Shivering, even thought she could feel the sweat on her arms and bare legs, Hitomi looked down at the floor and allowed her shallow breathing to keep her calm.
"Feel the weapon's sensation
On your back...
With loaded guns."
As the music grew louder and Hitomi's resolve to get out of the raging crowd firmed, an unexpected presence entered her safe little bubble. She looked up and once again, her breath left her.
His dark eyes, closer now, were shining. They were a deep brown, almost crimson in the dim light of the club, and there was a look of passion in them that Hitomi couldn't exactly read. The pools of amber ensnared her emerald eyes, enveloped her very being, trapped her there. Slowly, his face carrying no expression but sporting a few beads of sweat, the man raised his hand, offering it to her.
"Now hold onto me pretty baby. If you want to fly.
I'm gonna melt the fever, sugar. Rolling back your eyes."
All thoughts were swept from her brain. The rave music filtered in, replacing common sense with something… something Hitomi couldn't name. Biting her lip with apprehension, finding that her vocal cords were knotted together, she shakily accepted his hand. It was warm.
"We're gonna ride the race cars.
We're gonna dance on fire.
We're the girls Le Disko.
Supersonic overdrive."
Now the ocean of people accepted her, and the man eased her into the depths, holding her close as his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in. Beyond thinking, beyond anything, Hitomi allowed herself to be swept away. Her fingers ran through his mane of hair. It was damp with sweat, but Hitomi didn't care. If anything, it raised her enthrallment.
The two were so close, clutching at each other in an ocean of dancing bodies; Hitomi could feel his husky breath against her cheek. His hands traveled gently from her hips, up her sides, down her arms, never losing beat of the music, letting himself go, but still remaining in tune enough to keep Hitomi afloat. They spoke no words, but they didn't need to.
"So what's it gonna take?
Silver shadow believer,
Spock rocker with your dirty eyes."
The girl was unaware of everything but him and the beat. He was there; he would keep her safe in the chaotic, throbbing hulk of people. Their eyes met occasionally, and then they would close. The other senses took over. Touch of him, his hands, their bodies molded together. Hearing his soft breath, the pulsing music, the addictive tempo. The smell of his cologne, his hair gel, and sweat. Taste remained silent, registering nothing.
Her slow breath shuddered briefly as his hands briefly slid underneath her shirt, grazing her smooth stomach, then down to her outside thighs, but it was all in the heat of the moment, he went no farther. Hitomi was hooked. Addicted. This guy… she didn't even know his name, but she knew… he could do no wrong.
"It's a chance, gonna move.
Gonna fuck up your ego.
Silly boy, gonna make you cry."
Once again, time passed unnoticed. She didn't know what had happened, but they were back at the wall. The solid surface made contact with her damp back and her brains struggled to come to focus again, but the music kept it back. Hitomi's eyes, glazed over, and her breath coming in slowly, she watched through a haze as he came closer.
He pinned her softly against the wall, his face inches away from hers as those wonderful hands came up to run down her cheeks, leaving a trail of sparkling electricity in Hitomi's face.
"Now hold onto me, pretty baby. If you want to fly.
I'm gonna melt the fever, sugar. Rolling back your eyes."
They were both breathing heavily, shaken from the dance, but still their eye-contact didn't break. Hitomi's arms dropped to her sides as she contentedly leaned against the wall, her eyes wide. With no change of expression, he dipped in and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
Still, the dazed girl had not returned to reality. Pleasure overwhelmed her and she eagerly returned the kiss, but the guy pulled away unexpectedly. It seemed, for a brief moment, that he was about to say something. Hitomi closed her eyes for a brief moment, expecting to hear something, but all she heard was the start of the next song. With a gasp, snapping open her eyelids, the comforting presence of him… he was gone.
"We're gonna ride the race cars.
We're gonna dance on fire.
We're the girls Le Disko.
Supersonic overdrive."
Gulping air as if she had emerged from an over-exerting track practice, Hitomi stumbled out from the dance floor. Cool air caressed her sweat-covered skin, causing it to tingle pleasantly as her body-temperature changed and her mind broke free from the addicting music and tossed Hitomi back into real time.
"Hitomi? So? How was it?" Yukari's beaming face popped up before her.
"… different. But let's not do this anymore, ok, Yukari?" stuttered Hitomi, slicking back her damp hair. Shoving the memory of the past ten minutes back into her brain, the track-runner grabbed her friend's hand, announcing that a round of drinks was in order.
"If what they say is true...
You're a boy - and I'm a girl
I will never fall in love with you."