Chapter 1 – I Don't Care
Three year ago, Luka had a wonderful friend. He was so kind and considerate and not to mention handsome. Luka, on the other hand, was nothing special, with large glasses, her face full of zits, and overweight body. But she couldn't help but love him. He however, did not love her back.
So when she confessed her childish yet real feelings to him, and he laughed in her face, saying he was only her friend to get close to her father, the leader of a major music corporation, her heart was broken. She wrote him a poem every day after that horrible day, saying that her feelings were true. She hid them all in a wooden box under her bed with a large black heart painted on top, with a pink line down the center.
However, one day, when her father invited him over to talk business in her house, she was away at the gym, losing weight day in and day out. While the boy went to the bathroom, he passed by her room and went in. Somehow, he came across that box that she hid under her bed, and saw the symbol and lyrics inside. He took out one poem, read it, laughed as loud as he possibly could, and kept it.
One month ago, Luka's father gave Luka's younger sister, Yuuki, two front-row tickets for her birthday to see his newest band. He said it was a present from the lead singer to his two daughters, personally delivered. She researched them, adored them, and was beyond excited to see them.
Today.
Luka hated everything about this stupid huge concert. She'd been shoved at least 4 times, some fat dude barfed on her shoes, and she just wanted to go HOME RIGHT NOW. And the concert hadn't even started! But this was Yuuki's birthday present, and she'd just wait it out. For now, at least.
The heat was overpowering. It seemed to beat down upon the crowd of bodies like sound waves, making them even sweatier than they already were. The close proximity of people were so tightly packed, it was a surprise they weren't choking, however the idea of needing fresh air was now long gone from their minds. For, the band that they came to see play was stepping onstage, revealing themselves to the audience.
The crowd, in ripples, aroused and started cheering, various calls coming from various people.
"VY2, I LOVE YOU!"
"YUMA!"
"AHH!"
A tall male of perhaps 20 with a shock of long pink hair stepped onstage, surrounded by his less important band members. His aura radiated off him in shockwaves, his sly yet pleasant demeanor written across his face. He did not acknowledge the audience, merely sauntered toward the microphone, which had a black rose tied to it by a light pink ribbon. He had a large black guitar, the top with the string tuning dials took the form of a spade, shining in the bright lights. The bottom half of the guitar where the strings ended was in the shape of a giant black heart, with a crooked pink line in the center, depicting a broken heart. His clothes consisted of loose black pants held onto him by a black belt with a silver G-clef clasp. His shirt was black and gray, striped and folded up at the sleeves. His collar was bent over his long collarbone, exposing his long neck. The audience got a better look of his angular face, with high cheekbones and long onyx black eyelashes, framing the most beautiful liquid tourmaline eyes, the pink in them reflecting the lights perfectly. The audience gasped at his beauty for a moment.
He snickered, tapped the microphone, and proceeded to speak. The crowd stayed silent.
He started quietly, "You ready to have your hearts broken?" He laughed.
He put so much…gusto…into that one sentence; it was a surprise every girl didn't MELT.
Luka, however, didn't buy it in the least. She hated everything about this male's attitude, and the fact that her younger sister adored the ground he walked on just pissed her off all the more. She looked at her younger sister's raven head. What COULD she find attractive about his huge ego? And something, was familiar…She couldn't put her finger on it…
The second he walked onstage, he just put her off. She didn't even know why.
"They'd better get me something damn good for MY birthday for doing this." She cursed to herself. Of COURSE her parents chose TONIGHT to go for a romantic dinner. Ugh.
The audience responded to Yuma's sweet talking by screaming as loud as they possibly could, which was deafening to an untrained ear like Luka's. She covered her ears for dear life.
They began their first song, which Yuuki took as the chance to annoy Luka further.
"They're playing I Don't Care!" (And then screaming to Luka's face,) "THEY'RE PLAYING I DONT CARE! AHH!" Luka flinched a little and distanced herself from Yuuki slightly, to which Yuuki pouted and went back to fangirl screaming.
Yuma and the lead guitarist started the electric guitars, the black guitar creating a pounding base sound that you could almost see the circular sound waves coming off. It created a hypnotic rhythm that hit the audience at different times, coming in their head, tapping their foots, rocking their heads, shaking their limbs, then slamming into the next group of people.
The drummer pounded on his pedals, sweat flying off his blonde head while he got so into the music, it seemed his limbs were flying over his drum spread.
And then Yuma sang.
And sing he did.
"Say my name and his in the same bed,"
Luka barely breathed. She knew this voice. She knew who this boy was now. She slowly raised her head to look him in the face. His pink hair had been grown out, he'd gotten taller, and MORE HANDSOME, but it was definitely him.
But his voice, had definitely gotten better.
Luka had never heard something so powerful, so intoxicating, before. She now understood just why there were so many people in the stadium, why they loved VY2 so much, why they screamed his name and never stopped. He was their drug, their savior, and high all in one. It was almost as if his voice was controlling them, their minds, their every move, and the way they looked at things. Oh, there hearts were breaking, all right.
"Let the leaves fall off in the summer and…,"
Luka was intoxicated; the words seemed to fly out of his mouth, around her head and imprint on brains everywhere, making them only able to think on thing. It made it almost impossible to breathe for her. However, her lack of breath was not from love.
"Face myself and let go, start it over again in Mexico,"
Oh no.
No, it was very, very far from that.
She was jealous.
"These fans, they don't love you, they just love your hotel sweets, now,"
He raised a hand over the audience, making a fist, closing his eyes, singing his heart out, blood pumping, sweat running, and adrenaline kicking off the charts. He had one black glove on his right hand, and he blew a kiss out over the audience. He was a sight, and they wouldn't take their eyes off him for fear of missing one moment.
She was so jealous, she almost couldn't contain it.
But the thing that she hated most of all?
He was staring right at her, seemingly singing this song at her. He recognized her and spotted her in the audience. She now understood everything. Why this band so suddenly invited Yuuki and herself to see them, why she didn't hear anything from him in the longest time, just EVERYTHING.
"I don't care what you think as long as it's about me."
The audience called out the lyrics with him and after him, singing and sin-ing their hearts out.
He ran a hand across his sweaty forehead, up into his hair, pushing it off his face. Girls squealed. He raised a hand over the audience, almost like a preacher. He closed his eyes for a moment, clutching the microphone and the rose tightly, hand still out over the audience.
He opened his eyes and delivered more, acting out the song, sex waves radiating.
"The best of us can find happiness in misery,"
He yanked off his shirt to revealed sweat over a very sculpted and muscular torso.
Luka could swear she heard her vein pop. He was doing this personally JUST to annoy her, to make her jealous, as a… basically a 'fuck you' aimed directly at Luka.
He released the hand that was clutching the rose to revealing blood running from his hand from the thorns. He brought the hand up to his face and slowly licked in, in a way only rock-stars could.
Luka bursted.
"That's IT!" She grabbed Yuuki. "WE'RE LEAVING. NOW."
Yuuki whined, "But WHY~?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO."
Yuuki whined some more while the song ended.
But suddenly, a sadder song began to play. It was very lonely and screamed lovesickness.
Then, she heard the words.
"I've got trouble thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch."
No.
"You'll never catch us, so just let me be,"
No.
OH HELL NO.
"Said I'll be fine 'til the hospital or American embassy…"
Her vision was blinded by RED. Everywhere she looked, she could only see RED.
"Said I still want you back."
HER SONG. HE'D STOLEN HER SONG! AND WAS USING IT TO MAKE FUN OF HER AND MAKE MONEY. HOW IN THE HELL DID HE EVEN COME ACROSS HER STASH OF POEMS, ANYWAY?
She screamed out loud, but people around her just thought she was cheering. But Yuma knew.
Plunging into the colder night air, lungs replenished with fresh air, Luka could feel her steam cooling off.
Her anger and jealousy, however, did not.
Yuuki refused to speak the whole car ride home, which was fine with Luka, she had other things on her mind.
She was going to get him back, and she just decided how to do it.
She would need a new hair color; pink didn't suit her any longer.