Battle Of The Bands Chapter 1: Wrathe, a naruto fanfic

This is my newest project- Battle of the Bands. Enjoy=)

Battle Of The Bands

There is something about the adhesive bond between two sisters that makes every moment of life more enjoyable. It's the constant sense of love, no matter where you are, what you've done, and who you are inside. A true sister is always there for you, no matter what. This unspoken connection is what fuels us to become something more than average. Something along the lines of extraordinary. This is the story of seven sisters who are related by blood, and seven men who are related by a special bond known as brotherly love.

Two solitary figures darted off into the night, leaving behind their pain and sorrow at their windowsill.

They stole off together, leaving behind no traces of their secret rendevous.

Yet the evidence of a close observer, an old lady by the name of Tsunade, to whom this scene replayed every night, remained. One of the lovers would arrive at a secret courtyard garden that Tsunade's balcony overlooked, and a few short minutes later, the remaining lover would arrive.

Then they would merge together as one and disappear in a misty veil of sand. It was unknown who this mysterious woman was, but to Tsunade, it was quite obvious who the male partner was... Gaara of the Desert...

Meanwhile, a new family had moved into town. The Seven, also known as the Hamikichi household had moved into Apartments #2 and #3, adjacent to that of the seven members of Bleeding Out, who lived in Apartments #4 and #5.

Coincidentally, both families formed a band, equal in skill, quality, and in members. During their process of moving from the Village Hidden in the Mist, they left several things behind, such as their childhood memories, their parents' remains, and their comfort.

They craved something new, a break from the same mundane routine...

Wrathe was the oldest at 27, then Luste, who was 25. Next was Envii at the young age of 21, and Greede, who was 19. Gluttonie was 17, Slothe was 16, and Pride was 14. This was a family, consisting of the Seven Deadly Sins. They worked together, however, in perect harmony, never stirring the wind, for they moved with fluid, flawless grace.

Everywhere they went, they went together, except to the bar, in which case the three oldest would leave after the four youngest were in bed, and though they would not neccessarily sneak out, their sisters didn't know they were missing.

It was such a night when Wrathe met her lover.

They had heard of a rising band that rivaled their own, and were dying to her them. While they waited, they had a few drinks. Wrathe's idea of a few was chugging her bottle of homemade whiskey in ten seconds flat.

Everyone cheered.

They didn't know that she was drinking not for the pleasure, but for the empty void that was left in her chest where a piece of her had been ripped out. One, however, noticed the familiar gesture, for he, too, was hollow inside.

As he climbed up on to the stage, two of the three sisters eyes fell upon him. Gaara Sabaku, the lead singer of Bleeding Out.

Immediately, Wrathe felt a passionate burning in her chest, insistent and unmistaken- It was love, and she knew this feeling very well.

But right next to her, her sister was sizing the man up, idly daydreaming about her in his arms- an empty infatuation took place in her head, and nothing in her heart.

Wrathe, of course, did not know her sister's feelings, and thought that she was the only one captivated by this man's presence.

Gaara said monotonously, "'Pain'... for those of you who understand the lyrics, we salute you. This is our haven..."

Then sang, as if the monotony was never there, with such passion that made the hairs on the back of Wrathe's neck stand up.

(DISCLAIMER: I did not write Pain by Three Days Grace, nor do I own the wonderful song...)

Gaara sang the lyrics perfectly, on key and with wonderous dedication. Wrathe was transfixed. The look on his face as he sang was the same as hers when she performed. They were two of a kind- rare in breed, yet commonly found all over the world. They were perfect for each other.

The men descended the stage, and women flocked towards them. Wrathe, to get her mind off of the myriad of girls crushed against him, went to the bar, where her lover, coincidentally, was headed.

She met his piercing blue eyes as she wandered through the crowd, idly making her way to the bar. Onyx met aqua as his eyes bored into her soul, drilling holes in her very core. There was so much loneliness in that look he gave her- it took all of her willpower not to break down...

He was, after all, a kindred spirit, and deserved happiness no matter what the cost. She could only hope and aspire to be the one who brought him that joy.

As she arrived at the bar, a hard, lean figure bumped into her. Without turning around, she knew it was Gaara of the Desert.

She whipped around, coming face to face with the beautiful man. He stared into her eyes, completely transfixed. They stood there for a few minutes, just staring into each other's eyes, until a cough of "Ahem," broke their contact.

It was Envii, who was seething green with jealousy.

"It's time to go, Luste is wasted, and you can barely stand."

"'Kay," Wrathe replied softly, snapping out of her reverie in which she was daydreaming about Gaara.

"Let's go..."

Three days later, it was time for the contest, the battle of the bands.

Bleeding Out was going first, then the ANBUs, then Seven, and lastly the Kunoichis. Bleeding Out started us off. They were to perform two songs apiece, that is, if they were called back on stage for an encore. Otherwise, it was just one song.

There were, however, set deadlines for the contest to be over- Midnight, and any band that had not performed was disqualified. Therefore, only two bands were allowed to be called onstage for an encore, meaning that the crowd had to choose wisely which two they wished to hear again.

(...I no owney Riot by Three Days Grace...)

Gaara jumped onto an amp, and yelled, "We're the Shinobis, rogue ninjas, lone fighters, mercinaries, bound together by fate, and we fight for your honor! NOW SCREAM!"

The electric guitar cut in, drowning out the rest of the words echoing off into the stadium. Shikamaru Nara held his own as he strummed the guitar furiously, his eyes wandering up to the ceiling. He imagined he was cloud watching with his mother when he was younger. This thought comforted him.

Shino attacked the drum set ferociously, lightening bugs swarming his tattoos, causing them to glow abnormally.

Kiba joined in with the bass that completed the ensemble.

Then Gaara began to sing:

If you feel so empty

So used up, so let down

If you feel so angry

So ripped off so stepped on

You're not the only one

Refusing to back down

You're not the only one

So get up

Let's start a riot,

A riot, Sang the two background singers, Naruto and Sai, copying Gaara's words a millisecond behind him, causing the echo effect.

Let's start a riot

Let's start a riot,

A riot

Let's start a riot

If you feel so filthy

So dirty so fucked up

If you feel so walked on

So painful so pissed off

You're not the only one

Refusing to go down

You're not the only one

So get up

Let's start a riot,

A riot

Let's start a riot

Let's start a riot,

A riot

Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty

So used up, so let down

If you feel so angry

Just get up

Let's start a riot,

A riot

Let's start a riot

Let's start a riot,

A riot

Let's start a riot

Gaara paused to catch his breath. Then the remaining members began to play along without him.

If you feel so empty

So used up, so let down

If you feel so angry

So ripped off so stepped on

You're not the only one

Refusing to back down

You're not the only one

So get up...

Gaara sang in a demented, tortured voice:

Let's start a riot,

A riot

Let's start a riot

Gaara screamed as if in frustration, then sang,

Let's start a riot,

A riot

Let's start a riot

If you feel so filthy

So dirty so fucked up

If you feel so walked on

So painful so pissed off

You're not the only one

Refusing to go down

You're not the only one

So get up

Let's start a riot, a riot

Let's start a riot

Let's start a riot, a riot

Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty

So used up, so let down

If you feel so angry

Just get up

Let's start a riot, a riot

Let's start a riot

Let's start a riot, a riot

Let's start a riot...

The crowd cheered loudly, yelling, stomping and clapping.

"ENCORE!" The crowd yelled.

"Alright, fine..." Gaara said enthusiastically, obviously cheered up by the sweet sound of music coarsing through his veins.

"Breath... to my one and only... You know who you are! LET'S GO!" The guitar screamed the lyrics for Gaara, but he sang along softly, his amazingly sweet voice not covered up by the pounding instrumentals.

"I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like

Is it over yet, in my head?

I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil mind

Is it over yet? I can't win

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left

I know that I can find the fire in your eyes

I'm going all the way, get away, please

You take the breath right out of me

You left a hole where my heart should be

You got to fight just to make it through

'cause I will be the death of you.

This will be all over soon

Pour salt into the open wound

Is it over yet? Let me in

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left

I know that I can find the fire in your eyes

I'm going all the way, get away, please

You take the breath right out of me

You left a hole where my heart should be

You got to fight just to make it through

'cause I will be the death of you

I'm waiting, I'm praying, realize, start hating!" Gaara screamed into the microphone.

"You take the breath right out of me

You left a hole where my heart should be

You got to fight just to make it through 'cause I will be the death of you..."

The crowd went wild, and reached for them. Naruto went crowd surfing, yelling, "We're Bleeding Out, BELIEVE IT!"

The ANBU climbed onto the stage as the crowd cheered.

I've been changin' but you'll never see me now

(I've been changin' but you'll never see me now)

Now I'm blaming you for everything...

No more holding it in

How many years can I pretend

Nothing never goes the way it should

No more sitting in this place

Hoping you might see it my way

Cause I don't think you ever understood

That what I'm looking for are the answers

To why these questions never go away I'm so far away...

ANBU went out with a bang, but they were not called back on stage for an encore.

Next up was Seven. As they climbed on stage, their costume caused a shock. Where the ANBU had wore masks and cloaks, Seven wore unique clothing. The lead singer, Wrathe, wore a navy blue corsette, with a green belt that fit around her curves, a pair of grey shorts, with hot pink suspenders, a dull pink belt with star studs, and a thick, black, studded belt that shone red and purple, reflecting the glow from the stagelights. She wore knee-high hot pink converse, with lime green shoelaces.

Her hair was pulled back into two pigtails (Like Tsunade's,) and was a dark blue, with pink highlights and the pigtails were coloured pink as well. She placed one foot atop the amp, in a "Captain Morgan" pose and said:

"SEVEN DEADLY SINS: WRATHE, LUSTE, ENVII, GREED, GLUTTONIE, SLOTHE, AND PRIDE...LET'S ROCK!"

I tried to kill the pain but only brought more

so much more

I lay dying and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal

I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming

am I too lost to be saved am I too lost?

my God my tourniquet return to me salvation

do you remember me lost for so long

will you be on the other side or will you forget me

I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming

am I too lost to be saved am I too lost?

my God my tourniquet return to me salvation

I want to die!

my God my tourniquet return to me salvation

my wounds cry for the grave

my soul cries for deliverance

will I be denied Christ tourniquet my suicide...

The crowd raged. "ENCORE!" They chanted in unison. Wrathe picked up the mic and sighed. "You guys want some more sinful delights?" "YEAH!" "Alright, this one's for all the psychos out there. We may have lost ourselves, but we've found it all!"

It's true, we're all a little insane.

But it's so clear, Now that I'm unchained.

Fear is only in our minds,

Taking over all the time.

Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.

Dry your eyes and testify.

You know you live to break me.

Don't deny. Sweet sacrifice.

One day I'm gonna forget your name,

And one sweet day,

you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

Fear is only in our minds,

Taking over all the time.

Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.

Dry your eyes and testify.

And oh you love to hate me don't you, honey?

I'm your sacrifice.

(I dream in darkness I sleep to die,

Erase the silence, Erase my life,

Our burning ashes Blacken the day,

A world of nothingness Blow me away.)

Do you wonder why you hate?

Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?

You poor sweet innocent thing.

Dry your eyes and testify.

You know you live to break me.

Don't deny. Sweet sacrifice...

The crowd literally went crazy. Mosh pits had formed and were getting so bloody that the security guards had to break them up.

Suddenly Pride ran forward, her short black bob bouncing and yelled, "WEEEEEE!"

Next thing Wrathe knew, her little sister was flying through the air, and landed on some blonde guy in the crowd. But everyone surrounding her picked her up and whisked her away on top of the crowd. She was crowd surfing, and by the look on her blissed out face, she was loving it.

Wrathe sighed, and muttered something under her breath. Watching Pride to make sure she didnt get dropped again, she walked off stage. She was not focused on where she was walking, and accidentally bumped into a slightly muscular guy. She couldn't see him because it was so dark, but she knew who it was.

She went to mutter an apology, only to have the breath knocked out of her when a pair of soft, longing lips met hers. Her mouth had a mind of its own, and started kissing the stranger back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She didn't have time to respond rationally before someone said,

"Wrathe?"

She pulled away, and looked at Envii, who was watching the whole scene.

"Yeah?"

"Who the hell was that?"

Wrathe whipped around, only to see that Gaara was gone.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT GUY YOU WERE KISSING!"

"What?"

"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!"

"I wasn't planning on it, seeing as you would win..." Envii just stalked off, seething.

Though she didnt see the person, she saw her sister, and she saw a shadowy figure with silky locks of hair, and she was pretty sure she knew who it was, which made her even more envious.

A few hours later, around 11:30, they announced the winner. The host got up on the stage, and pulled out a little envelope. "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare your hands for a hardcore applause, because the winner is..." He opened the card.

And frowned.

"What? A tie?"

He pulled the microphone away from his face and looked backstage, talking to someone.

"What does this mean?" He whispered. Another man stepped out on stage.

"Attention," he said loudly to shush all of the confused whispering. "There has been a tie between Bleeding Out and Seven Deadly Sins. This means that the two bands will have to share the sponsorship from our record studio. They will sign a contract and receive their own record label and will work on their albums seperately, but they will have to share an estate in the country. The house, however, will not be ready for another eleven months, but in the mean time, we are willing to pay their rent at their current homes, as long as they sign this contract."

The crowd cheered wildly. And so did the two bands that won. The Anbu and the Kunoichis stomped out of the back door, grumbling to themselves. And the two bands came upon the stage and got their prizes, two HUGE trophies with a man on one and a girl on the other, both standing on an amp, with a microphone in their hands.

"Oooh, shiiiiny!" Pride said with stars in her eyes. "Oooooooh..." The rest chimed in. And with that, they signed their contracts, signed autographs, took pictures, and then left.

That night, Wrathe was desperately trying to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw his piercing blue ones. Suddenly she felt a cool breeze through the window, which had previously been shut. A slight shift of weight on the bed made her assume that Pride had another nightmare.

But then, she felt a soft caress on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open in shock, only to become even more amazed. Gaara of the Desert was in her bed.

"What?" She demanded crossly. "You gonna steal another kiss?"

He chuckled softly, then nuzzled into her neck. "I couldn't sleep..." He whispered into her skin, his warm breath tickling the small, soft hairs that covered her neck.

Wrathe sighed, wrapped her arms around the man laying next to her, and began to softly sing. She had done this for all of her younger sisters after their parents had died. She sang a song she had recently written in her spare time. It went like this:

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart

And I watched as he tried to reassemble it

And my mama swore

That she would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love

If it does not exist

But, darling, you are the only exception

But you are the only exception

Well, maybe I know somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone

Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now,

I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

Well, you are the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality

But I can't let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream,

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing...

When she looked down, Gaara was sound asleep. She giggled, then pulled the blanket up over him and fell asleep snuggled against him. She woke up in the morning in an empty bed, with a note laying next to her.

"You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't wanna say goodbye. But don't worry, love. I'll be back for another stolen kiss... -Gaara"

And, true to his word, he was back that night. She could hardly sleep, and therefore tossed and turned restlessly, until she felt a light breeze, and felt another person crawl into bed with her. She smiled, and whispered, "Hello, Secret Lover..."

Gaara responded with a passionate kiss on her full, yearning lips.

The kiss seemed to last forever to both lovers. But 'forever' was okay with them, as long as they had each other. She sang him a few lullabies until he fell asleep, then she wrapped them both in a coccoon of silken sheets and did the same.

She woke up, yet again, to an empty room, the blankets neatly tucked around her.

A note was sitting on her bedside table next to her alarm clock.

"Grandfather Tree, Midnight. -Your Secret Lover"

She dressed in lacy black lingerie, with a white button-up shirt, coupled with a dark blue schoolgirl skirt. She wore a pair of dark gray flats with tiny pink bows on them. She glanced in her full-length mirror and grinned wickedly.

"Midnight..." She mused, glancing at her clock. Ten more minutes.

She shook out her wet hair, damp from the shower she had taken only minutes before, and flipped it around, shaking her head like a rockstar's groupie. She laughed quietly so as not to wake her younger sisters.

Luste and Envii were at the bar, probably drinking their faces off, doing jell-o shots off of some hot guy's six-pack. Usually, she would've tagged along to play beer-pong, which she always won at- but she had more important things in mind.

Like meeting her secret lover.

Wrathe Hamikichi pulled her now dry hair into a messy bun, put on a pink headband, and slid out of her window.

She had locked her door just in case Envii decided to check in on her. She had also fixed up her blankets to look like someone was sleeping in the bed, in case Luste, who was an expert at picking locks, decided to sneak into her room to steal some stuff. She hit the ground from the thirty foot window with a soft thud, She then took off into the night to meet her secret lover.

She snuck back to the apartment's courtyard and adjusted her clothes, wiped away her make-up, and silently scaled the tree outside of her window like a spidermonkey. She held on to the tree limb with one hand and attempted to open her window with the other to no avail. Her window was locked.

"Shit," she swore under her breath and jumped down from the tree. She entered the back of the building and tiptoed into her apartment. The door was unlocked. But the lights were off. Hmm... Deciding that this strange phenomenon was worth investigating, Wrathe went into her apartment and looked around.

On the two couches were sillhouettes of moving figures.

"What the-"

Suddenly the light came on and blinded her for a second. She was tackled by a slew of girls and pinned to the rough carpet. The light was being shined in her eyes as she struggled to get free from her sisters' grips. She had taught them well, in the art of wrestling and fighting. She was proud, yet highly annoyed.

"What is the meaning of this?" Wrathe demanded.

"Where did you go? Who did you see? What did you do?" Envii interrogated the poor, defenseless, tied up Wrathe. 'Calm down, Wrathe, calm down. Deep breaths.' She reminded herself.

"You were with the enemy, weren't you?" Envii said cruelly.

"That Gaara guy is bad news, Wrathe..." Luste said in a soft voice.

They ripped the duct tape off of her mouth and allowed her to speak.

"I was just visiting an old friend. Ya know, taking care of business."

"What kinda business do you have to take care of? Hmm?" Envii questioned. Now Wrathe was getting pissed, and was so angry that steam was coming off of her. She suddenly broke loose of the duct tape in a burst of strength and pinned Envii against the wall.

"Remember Kabuto? I was taking care of that business. Any more questions? No? Okay then, I'm going to bed. Thank you, for this lovely intervention..." And with that, Wrathe Hamikichi released her little sister and stalked off to her room.

Every one looked around, ashamed that they had caused Wrathe to explode after two years of keeping everything in. Pride fell to her knees, clutching her chest. Anxiety attack.

They quickly got her to lay down and take deep breaths.

Wrathe later came in and apologized for blowing up. Pride just smiled weakly and nodded. Wrathe went to sleep that night, and had horrible nightmares about Pride and her past. And Kabuto. And about death.

She woke up flailing her arms around, punching and kicking, but making no sound. Somebody caught her fist and held her down.

She went to scream, but a pair of soft, familiar lips met hers in a comforting gesture.

She blinked back the tears and said, "Gaara?"

"Shh, I'm here, Wrathe. Calm down." Wrathe whimpered slightly but was silenced by Gaara's solace. After she had calmed down and was lucid, Gaara asked her, in a concerned tone, "Why did you lie? And who is Kabuto?"

Wrathe began to pull away, her face heated with anger, but her lover would have none of it. It was three o'clock in the morning, and he dared to ask her personal questions regarding her little sister? Who the hell did he think he was?

He's Gaara, my boyfriend, my lover, my partner. And he has every right to know, The sane and calmed down side of Wrathe said, to counteract any effect the furious side of Wrathe had over her. It was like a battle in her head between the good side, the bad side, and the neutral.

The good being Wrathe's motherly, nurturing side, the bad being her evil, vindictive side, and the neutral, being a combination of both, utterly confused and indecisive.

Usually, around people who didn't know her, she would give in the the darkness. But only around those she cared for did she show her other side.

Gaara saw the anger flash in her eyes, and smiled softly, knowing what she was going through- a battle of emotions. A terrible conflict of thoughts and actions.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I just wanted to know what upset you so greatly. And why you lied to your sisters."

Wrathe sighed heavily and murmured with a kind, understanding smile, "I'd do anything, be anything, for you. That's why I lied. I hate having to pretend, but you know, with the record deal and the contracts, the paparazzi will be all over us. And you know how big Envii and Luste's mouths are..."

Gaara grinned and said quietly, but urgently, "Who is this Kabuto?"

A grim smile came upon her beautiful, elfen features, and she said, "My ex-fiance."

"Tell me. Please." He wasn't rushing her, just letting her know that he wanted to know everything about her that molded her into the person she was that day.

"I don't like re-living those memories, but I can't avoid it forever. And I know that. So... Here goes nothing." She chuckled dryly.

"Three years ago I was practicing singing while I was drunk, and fell off stage at a bar and on to a table. A guy helped me up, cleaned off the broken glass, and bandaged up my arm. his name was Kabuto."

"We hit it off really well, and he told me he was an intern at the local hospital. He came back night after night. And we started dating. About a year later, we were engaged, but I wanted to save our special moment for the honeymoon. He didn't want to wait. As the days went by, I noticed his true colours coming out. He was mean, rude, and bossy to the girls. And he acted like he owned us. He started hitting my sisters while I was at work. And then, one day, he- he..." She began to sob bitterly.

"He what?" Gaara asked, getting angry at the thought of someone hurting her.

"What did he do to you?"

"No, Gaara, not me. Pride."

Gaara's teal eyes widened as the revelation shook him to the core.

"He raped her!" She buried her face into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Wh-what did you do? Did you call the cops?" He asked, still angry- not at her but at this man named Kabuto.

"No." She cried.

"Where is he?" Gaara was already thinking of ways to kill him.

"He's dead." She whispered as if she was in shock.

"What?"

"I came home," She said in a quiet voice, "Everyone was gone but Pride and him. He was telling her that he really didn't work at the hospital. He was on the run. He had killed a thirteen year old girl. He said he was gonna kill her too. And I sat there and watched as he-" Her voice broke.

"I don't know why. But I thought I was dreaming. And then before I knew it, I was pounding his face in, and then, he was dead- His blood all over me. And then they came home..."

"Does anybody else know?"

"No... Just us."

"Let's keep it that way."

She cried herself to sleep that night as she had for the past two years, but this time she was not alone.

Please, I'm begging you, tell me what you think!