As I stood in the arena, I gazed at the girl who had been trapped with me in the cell. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her hands were clenched into fists. The gangsters surrounding the arena cheered loudly, their voices echoing off the cold, damp walls.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" they chanted, their faces twisted with excitement.
I just stood there, my feet rooted to the spot. I didn't want to fight. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But the girl... she looked like she was ready to bolt.
"Why do I have to fight this pervert?" she thought to herself, her eyes darting back and forth. "I don't even know how to control my magical abilities yet. I just happen to have them out of the blue. I'm not ready to fight."
The gangsters continued to cheer, their voices growing louder and more urgent.
"Hey! Fight! Don't bore us! Entertain us!" one of them shouted, his face red with excitement.
I felt a surge of annoyance. "They're just doing this to conceal their boredom," I thought to myself. "They're using us to entertain them. They don't care about our lives or our well-being."
I glanced around the arena, taking in the sight of the children tied to the walls. They looked scared and helpless, their eyes wide with fear.
In the midst of the gangster-crowd, the man who had faked being my dad was talking to his boss. The boss was a tall, imposing figure with a cruel smile.
"Vorgath, why did you choose such little children to participate in this challenge?" the boss asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "They look weak."
Vorgath, the man who had faked being my dad, smiled. "Despite their appearance, they're not as weak as they look," he said. "The boy managed to take down several of our men when we were chasing him, and the girl... she's a wild card. We're not sure what she's capable of."
The boss raised an eyebrow. "I hope this is going to be an interesting match," he said.
Vorgath bowed. "Anything for you, boss."
The gangsters continued to cheer, their voices growing louder and more urgent. The girl and I exchanged a nervous glance.
"What are we going to do?" she thought to herself.
All I knew was that I didn't want to fight. I didn't want to hurt anyone.
I knew I didn't want to fight, but it felt like my life was depending on it. I wasn't afraid of the girl or the gangsters, but I didn't want to fight for a reason that might seem foolish or so that's what I called it.
As I looked at the girl, my imagination lingered on something - a conversation I had with my parents when I was first starting at Silvermist Young Academy.
My mom had said, "Fighting a girl can break the relationship between the girl and the boy." My dad had disagreed, saying, "There's a huge difference between a girl and a boy's strength. A boy is much stronger than a girl."
But my mom had argued, "That's not true! A girl can be just as strong as a boy or even stronger." The conversation had turned into an argument, with my mom getting frustrated and my dad eventually agreeing with her.
I finished reminiscing as I looked at the girl. Her eyes were cold and angry, and she looked ready to fight. She charged towards me, punching recklessly.
"What's going on? Why is she fighting me?" I wondered. "Maybe she thinks her life depends on it."
As she punched, I could tell she didn't want to fight, but she felt forced to. I decided to follow her lead and act recklessly too. I dodged her punches, dancing around the arena.
The crowd of gangsters laughed and cheered, thinking it was a joke. I felt silly, but I played on as the girl thought, getting my idea, "What's this pervert doing? I want to laugh, but I'm trying to keep it. Seriously what kind of dance is this."
I continued my dancing, spinning around like a noodle, my legs widely spaced as if I was a string. The gangsters thought I was going crazy, but I remained dancing, determined to change this fighting into something fun.
As I moved my shoulders up and down like a dancing pro, the crowd of gangsters started cheering for me. I looked at the girl, who was standing still, a mixture of confusion and amusement on her face.
I started walking backward, my head looking at the floor, as I spun around her. She was just standing there, watching me with a puzzled expression.
As I spun around, I thought to myself, amused by my own antics, "I never thought I was good at dancing, or is it bad?" I couldn't help but chuckle at my own uncertainty.
The girl, still looking at me with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, thought to herself, "What's he doing now? Is he crazy?" She seemed to think I was drunk, and I couldn't blame her.
As I danced and looked at her, I thought, "She must be annoyed because I know she doesn't like me." But I didn't let that stop me. I continued to dance, spinning and walking backward at the same time, reaching the edge of the arena.
Based on her personality, I knew she might be annoyed by this and think I'm crazy. But I couldn't let that stop me. I marched forward to her, still dancing like a pro, and held her hands. She was surprised, and her eyes widened in shock.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to pull her hands away.
"I'm dancing," I replied, grinning. "And I want you to dance with me."
She looked at me like I was crazy,.
"You're annoying," she said, trying to sound stern.
"I know," I replied, still holding her hands. "But at least this way, we're not fighting."
She was trying to release her hand from my hard grip, but I couldn't let go. She said, "I would rather fight than dance with you. You're a big pervert, aren't you?"
I didn't mind her as I started to dance, walking back while holding her hands. I then spun her around, and as she wasn't expecting it, she was about to fall. I quickly used my hand to catch her, like a prince catching his princess - even though we weren't one.
She looked at me, her eyes blazing with anger, and said, "Leave me." Even though she shouted, the gangsters' cheers grew louder, drowning out her voice.
It felt like a music started playing.
I then pulled her hand up, and we stood together, our feet together, with me as the leader on the left side, closest to her right side. I placed my right hand on her left shoulder while I guided her to place her hand on my left shoulder. Our left and right hands met, with palms facing each other and elbows relaxed.
As we moved from left to right, dancing, she was shy but stood her ground, acting angry. I said, "Sorry, I know you're pissed, but follow me now. This won't last long." I said it as if I had something planned, but in reality, I didn't have anything in mind.
"Crap, what should I do now? It's not like I have anything planned," I thought to myself, trying to come up with a next move.
The gangsters started clapping and cheering, and I said to her, "I'm sure this will be over soon."
She responded by smashing my fingers hard, causing me pain. "Don't think I'll let you go," she said, her voice firm.
"Right, I know that," I replied, wincing in pain.
As we continued to dance, I thought to myself, "This is insane. I'm dancing with a girl who hates me, in front of a crowd of gangsters. What's next?"
But despite the chaos, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I was making the most of a bad situation, and somehow, it was working.
The girl, on the other hand, was still seething with anger. "I'll never forgive you for this," she thought to herself. "You're just using me to entertain these thugs. I'll get my revenge, just you wait."
As we continued to dance, I could sense the girl's growing frustration. She thought to herself, "I can't just let this be. He is using my body just like other men in the city. He is like them, men are all perverts."
I, on the other hand, was trying to think of a way to end this dance without escalating the situation. But as we spun around, she suddenly kicked out with her left leg, aiming straight for my face. I dodged just in time, bending my leg to avoid the blow.
"What's she doing?" I thought, surprised. "That was so close."
The girl, meanwhile, was thinking, "I've had enough of this shitty dance. I won't let you use me."
I realized that this dance was no longer just a dance, but a fight. And I was determined to come out on top.
"This isn't going well as I expected it to be," I thought, "but it can't end like this... this will be a dance fight now."
With newfound determination, I continued to dance, holding her hands again. But this time, I was ready for her. As we moved, I raised my right hand, and she responded by bringing her knee up. I saw it coming and quickly moved behind her, still holding her hands.
She was annoyed, thinking that my intentions were now to take her for her body. And she was planning to make a move, to lie down and use her leg to take me down. But I was one step ahead. I released my hands and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up above my waist so that she wouldn't be able to take me down.
She got pissed, thinking that I was participating in every move she made. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.
"I'm just trying to survive," I replied, grinning. "You're not making it easy for me."
As we stood there, locked in a fierce stare, the crowd around us erupted into cheers. The gangsters were loving every minute of this dance fight, and they were cheering us on.
But I knew that this wasn't just about the dance. This was about power, control, and respect. And I was determined to come out on top.
"You're strong," I said, my voice low and even. "But I'm not going to back down. Let's see who comes out on top."
The girl's eyes flashed with anger, and she responded, "I'll never back down. I'll show you what I'm capable of."
As I held her waist, I let down, and we moved back to the end of the arena, the gangsters cheering wildly for us. What was supposed to be a brutal fight had turned into a dance-fight, with us moving in perfect sync.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.
"Like I said earlier, you're not making it easy for me." I replied, grinning.
She snarled, her legs kicking out at me with every spin. I dodged and weaved, avoiding each kick with ease. But I knew I couldn't keep this up for much longer. I needed to take control of the situation.
As she spun around again, I saw my chance. I grabbed her hands, holding them tight. She was annoyed, trying to pull away, but I held firm.
"You're really strong, for a girl." I said, my voice low and even.
She glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger. "A girl is always better than a boy" she spat. "I'll prove to you that no man should touch a girl unexpectedly."
I smiled, spinning her around. Our hands were still clasped together, but I let one hand go loose, feeling like we were touching the sky. She rose her leg, aiming for my stomach, but I bent my knee, dodging the kick.
I replied as I was getting used to it "Then you shall prove it to me."
As we moved closer, our hands still clasped together, I could feel her tension. She was planning something, and I knew it.
"You can't win me, let me go pervert." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I'm not trying to win," I replied, my voice equally soft. "I'm just trying to dance."
She looked at me, surprised, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes.
But then, her face hardened, and she brought her fist down, aiming for my face. I caught it, holding her hand firm.
"Leave me alone," she whispered, her voice trembling with anger.
"Let's continue this dance-fight," I replied, spinning her around unexpectedly.
She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "You're crazy," she spat.
I grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "Maybe," I said. "But at least I'm not boring."
As we danced, the gangsters cheered,I knew I had to end this soon, but for now, I was just enjoying the ride. But that doesn't mean I was letting my guard down.
As I held her hands, moving and spinning around in the crowd of gangsters, I couldn't help but notice the boss of the gangsters standing still, watching us dance. Beside him was Vorgath, the man who had faked being my dad when it was all a kidnap. Vorgath thought his boss was enjoying it, but I could sense a hint of unease in his expression.
The boss, a tall and imposing figure, turned to Vorgath and said, "Vorgath."
Vorgath turned to his boss, removing his eyesight from us dancing. "Boss, is there anything you need?" he replied, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.
The boss's expression was unreadable, but his voice was laced with a hint of annoyance. "Don't you realize it, Vorgath?" he said.
Vorgath's interest was piqued, and he thought to himself, "What has the boss figured out?" He replied, "Realize what, Boss?"
The boss's eyes narrowed, and he said, "The kids are fooling every single gangster here. They're kids, but they have intelligence like adults. They're manipulating big grown men like us."
Vorgath's smile was evil, and he thought to himself, "The boss has finally figured it out." He replied, "What do you mean, Boss?" trying to feign ignorance.
The boss's eye was fixed on Vorgath, and he could see the evil glint in his eye. "These kids are changing the fighting to all dancing," he said, his voice rising in anger. "And you also realize..."
Vorgath confirmed, his voice dripping with malice, "Yes, Boss."
The boss's face turned red with rage, and he clenched his fist. "So you knew all along, and you aren't saying a damn thing," he spat.
Vorgath apologized, but his eyes still held a hint of evil. "Sorry, Boss, I thought you were enjoying their dance, so I remained silent rather than to speak it all out."
The boss's anger was palpable, and he said, "Let's end their petty dance. Let them fight for real... in fact, let them fight some of our men."
Vorgath thought to himself, "This is perfect. The kids will be exhausted, and we can finally get what we want." He said to his boss, "Great plan, Boss."
Vorgath's voice echoed through the arena, silencing the crowd. "Alright, enough of the dance," he shouted, his eyes gleaming with malice.
The gangsters parted, revealing a group of burly men standing at the ready. Vorgath's voice was devoid of emotion as he continued, "Boss said the kids are going to fight some of our men, so our men, be prepared."
The sudden announcement was met with silence, and I was taken aback. I thought to myself, "Wait... what, just like that? Is this really what's going to happen?" I felt a surge of uncertainty, and my mind racing with questions.
The girl, on the other hand, was furious. She turned to me, her eyes blazing with anger, and spat, "You said this was all your plan. Is this also part of your plan?" Her voice was laced with accusation, and I could sense her distrust.
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to reveal that I had no idea what was going on, that I was just as caught off guard as she was. So, I lied, trying to reassure her. "Y-Yes, it's according to plan," I stammered, trying to sound confident.
The girl's expression didn't change, but I could sense her skepticism. She thought to herself, "Is he telling the truth? Does he really have a plan?" She looked at me, searching for answers, but I just smiled, trying to appear confident.
Vorgath, meanwhile, was enjoying the spectacle. He thought to himself, "This is perfect. The kids are going to fight, and we'll finally get what we want." He smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as he continued, "Our men will take care of them. They'll be no match for our fighters."
The boss, standing beside Vorgath, nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's see how they fare against our men. It'll be... entertaining, to say the least." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, and I could sense his disdain for us.