Music To My Ears
One: Publicity Stunt
Paparazzi makes them feel like they're in a blur—all the camera lights wrecking their vision, all the people cramping their personal space, entering their bubbles.
"Any comments about the new album that you want to share with fans?"
"Is it true that you never wear underwear?"
"Will you marry my daughter?"
Light Yagami and Mihael "Mello" Keehl answer accordingly.
Sure.
No.
Is she hot?
"Who do you want to back up your band on this upcoming tour?"
"What are the new songs going to be like?"
"Is it true that both of you are gay?"
Someone that kisses ass but doesn't suck it.
Sick-nasty, that's what.
Maybe; who wants to know?
"I do."
Yes.
"Everyone does!"
Then that's a no.
"Mello, do you think that you'll ever find someone that can keep up with your hardcore lifestyle?"
Not really, but if I do they're going to get laid every night and I will love them forever.
"Light, do you return the public affections of Misa Amane, the sweet little model that showed up at your last concert?"
Not really, but if I did I would probably kill myself.
"Light! Light! Why would you say such a thing about someone who wants nothing more than your love?"
Maybe because I'm an asshole and spend ninety percent of my life with this one?
"Are you saying your partner in crime is a bad influence?"
Fuck off; of course I'm a good influence!
Stop lying to yourself, Mel. You're an ass.
And you're a dick! Why are you such a faggot, Light?
Why are you such an asshole?
I love you, dude.
I love you too.
Mello smirks, grabs his Yagami friend by the forearm and pulled him into a painfully passionate kiss. Light knotted his fingers in Mello's hair, moaning a little into the kiss. The blonde bass-playing singer grabbed the rear of his best friend, milking the publicity stunt for all it was worth.
Camera flashes went off accordingly.
Light hated stunts like this, as he wasn't a huge fan of things like this, but he did it anyway because at the end of the day he loved Mello. They were best friends. They started this band. They wrote the lyrics. They made out randomly for no apparent reason… Even if Light secretly enjoyed every moment of Mello's lips on his.
"Light, Mello! Is there something you're not telling us?! Is there a hidden flame burning between you two?"
Light forces himself to pull back slowly, still savoring the last tastes of alcohol and chocolate. He wonders if Mello knows how delicious he tastes and how much he is wanted.
Mello winks, the glance that they share saying that this was just for fun and they knew it.
Nope. Don't you know a publicity stunt when you see one, faggot?
Light laughs a little.
You're nice, dude.
Thanks, sexy thing. Now let's get out of here.
With pleasure.
Mello struggles, but manages to throw open the passenger door to his pimpin' Lamborghini and climbs over to the driver's seat.
Come on, Yagami! I don't got all day!
Light jumps in after him, slams the door shut behind him. The sleeve of a jacket was stuck in the door and as Mello punched the gas, the jacket was ripped from the arm of an innocent paparazzo.
"Oops," Mello says innocently, shrugging his slender shoulders. He smiles sheepishly.
"Way to go, Mel- real smooth." The brunette rhythm guitar player snorts and ruffles his own hair.
"I know I am, but what are you?"
"Sexier than you."
"That's not even possible, Raito-kun."
Light blushes deeply. He didn't like the name Raito, but whenever Mello said it, it was perfectly fine. "Whatever, bitch. Whatever; I love you anyway."
"I know you do, you faggot. When are you going to get yourself a boyfriend, dude? You seriously need to get laid," Mello tells him.
Big shocker, right?-Light Yagami, a young man of nearing-sex-icon status cannot get a girlf—boyfriend. His friend, though, was already a sex object. Girls had posters of both of them, but chances were that the ones that were solely dedicated to Mello, who never let anyone refer to him by his real name, not even his fangirls, had stains on them from certain sex-related incidents that may or may not involve masturbation or their boyfriend. Either way, Mello was way farther along than his sexually inept friend. Hence Mello writing any songs about the pleasure of loving someone or being with someone or just plain ol' sex; the brunette of the two knew nothing about love. Neither did Mello, but at least he had an idea, being the eloquent bastard he was.
Eloquent bastard means you automatically know how to make things sound beautiful, even if you have no idea how they really work.
"I'll get a boyfriend when you do," Light says with his tongue sticking out like a child.
"Sure you will, Raito. You say that as if you aren't a socially awkward hoe," Mello says with a smirk.
"Bitch."
"You know it."
"So what's on the agenda when we get back to the studio?"
"We have to pick the supporting bands for the tour, we have to write like, three fucking songs in two days, and we have to pick a new drummer."
"Why? What's wrong with Chaz?"
"I don't like the way he looks at me. It pisses me off."
"Dude, you're such a pussy."
"Up shut the fuck, Light. I don't care. He's a creep."
"And you're not?" Light snorts, folding his arms.
"Of course I am, but at least I'm sexy."
Light flushes. He didn't think Chaz was ugly, but whatever… Mello spoke the final truth and that was all that mattered. "Okay, whatever. We can work all that other stuff out." Because writing three songs is such a pain in the ass, Light thinks sarcastically.
"Damn right we can. We have to or they'll bump us off," Mello snorts. He reaches for a bar of chocolate around the passenger seat as he and Light are both in the back still.
Light blinks. "You're kidding, right?"
"Please, Light; there's no better publicity for a label than their number one band burning to death," Mello says as if it is the most obvious fact in the world and everyone knows it.
Top three things to watch out for according to Light Yagami:
Mello getting AIDS.
The tour being a total fail.
The record label killing us.
(Additional #4: Chaz getting kicked out without my consent.)