Me: I SHOULD be writing in my journal, helping out around the house, watching tv, adding to my story set in Egypt, studying more for my little test tomorrow, or otherwise doing something constructive, but I'm not. I'm sitting here, in front of my computer which has a black screen, in a dark Study Room, wearing the flannel, Smelly Man Shirt *which is rapidly becoming the Kurt Cobain Shirt* and dark nail polish, preparing to create some eeeeevil work of fanfiction that should have never been but is thanks to me ^^... Anyway... What the hell? He's goddamned sexy and I always knew he'd grow up to be a rock star. Sex drugs rock and roll, baby...
Disclaimer: No I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And you better damn well consider yourselves disclaimed.
Other Shit I Don't Own:
"Smell Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana *I love it*
"My Sweet Prince" by Placebo *Best... song... ever...*
Me: I am void of a muse tonight; I scared all of them off on account of my bitchiness and angstitude... In case you were wondering, yeah... I'm kinda in a mood. Don't worry; I'm not always like this... BTW, this IS a OC *gasp!* I know they're frowned upon and I don't exactly feel fond of them myself but screw it. I'm just writing today and hopefully it's still good. It's mostly about seeing Yami as a rock star but uh... if you care that much, don't read it... The point is, this isn't very Mary Sue-ish by definition... Just read it if you want, I just want to write something before my head explodes...
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Yami stood on the stage, sweat already collecting on his forehead even though he'd only just stepped out under the burning lights. His hair would stay, he knew, for not even a fucking hurricane could misplace his carefully-gelled locks. Tight, spandex pants and a black tee under a leather trench coat the color of midnight. Damn, it was hot. And so was he.
He slung the guitar over his shoulders and tuned it. There was complete silence, even from the others in the band, as he thoroughly tested the frets and the sounds each one made. Finally, he raised his amethyst eyes to the inky blackness of the large room, to the realm beyond the stage, to his fans, and struck a loud, kick-ass cord. The audience went insane and he heard girls screaming "SHOW US YOUR REAL MILLENNIUM ITEM!!!!" Yami's eyes narrowed to slits as a pleased smiled slipped over his lips. Taking the microphone in one hand, the guitar in the other, he pulled the mike stand toward his body and whispered, his lips brushing the metal,
"Here we are now..."
As the screams rose, the band began to as well and Yami absorbed himself completely in the song.
"Load up on guns and
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose
And to pretend
She's over bored
And self assured
Oh no, I know
A dirty word"
The band responded with a chorus of "Hello hello hello, how low?" and Yami grinned, the adrenaline pulsing through him with frightening ease.
"With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us"
He closed his eyes and leaned into the mike. Out of the corner of one wood violet eye, he watched some chick in the front row faint. Another girl pushed her out of the way to get to her spot.
"A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah"
He pulled back and moved his hands over the guitar chords as he listened to Seto Kaiba's voice fill the arena. There were more screams. Kaiba was dressed in all white, a contrast to Yami's black. The white trench coat and what appeared to be ass-tight, white jeans (Hey, they looked good on him...) Yami noticed that Kaiba left the coat open, though he lacked a shirt. Kaiba's voice filled the next verse.
"I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end"
Yami's eyes came in contact with those of a girl in the audience. She was not screaming or sobbing or staring his... uhm... pants... Her eyes locked with his completely and never moved an inch. He was taken aback... And slightly turned on. He blinked slowly for emphasis before he sung the next verse... what seemed like, only to her.
"And I forget
Just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
It was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind"
She wore a black fedora over her copper hair and what appeared to be a black, floor-length trench coat, much like Yami's. Her hands were jammed deep in her pockets, though it wasn't cold. She wore a red silk shirt underneath, a pair of black jeans, and black boots that added at least four inches onto her height. She was dressed to kill and looked more like she belonged in a club, dancing close to some well-dressed businessman who wore cologne, then this shit-hole they were playing at. Her eyes never left his. Faintly, he thought of an earlier line in the song... "She's over bored/And self assured"...
His thoughts were cut short, though, when Kaiba rammed his elbow under his ribcage. Yami had almost forgotten to sing. Reclaiming his voice, he sang the lines in all his sexy glory,
"With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah"
The whole band, Kaiba on bass guitar, Yami on lead, Joey and Malik on drums, and Bakura on tambourine (Yami had decided that he sucked at playing anything else so he just told him to stand there and pretend that he could play something because the tambourine never actually made any noise), screamed the final lyrics, their voices almost battling to be heard over the girls in the audience.
"Yeah, a denial
A denial
A denial..."
The song ended there and the cheering erupted from the people. Yami and Kaiba exchanged self-confident glances. They were the shit. And everybody knew it. Stay out of their fucking way cause they'd make it to the top and change it all.
The music got quieter and Malik moved to a small keyboard to help with the next song. No less angsty but in a different way. Yami leaned into the mike again and the girls screamed. He supposed it had become his trademark thing. Sex with the mike. The first verse of the song fell like liquid from his lips and he scanned the crowd again. She was still there, her green eyes unflinching as he began to sing,
"Never thought you'd make me perspire
Never thought I'd do you the same
Never thought I'd fill with desire
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed"
This was one of his favorite songs. He used to like to pick out one gorgeous girl in the audience to sing to and see how she reacted. This time, it was her. Not particularly gorgeous but something kept him from averting his eyes.
"Me and the dragon can chase all the pain away
So before I end my day remember
My sweet prince you are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one"
Kaiba turned to look at him, knowing that hungry glint which now showed in Yami's eyes. The taller boy followed the gaze of the other and soon saw the reason for that glint. A girl who seemed to never turn away from Yami's eyes, which could be almost frightening at times. Kaiba knew. He had seen those eyes turned on him before. They'd quickened his pulse and made him the slightest bit nervous. But this girl... She seemed too confident to let it scare her. Kaiba looked at Yami and wondered if the other would get what he seemed to be desiring at the moment. In this moment of deep thoughts, Kaiba wondered why Yami's eyes had lost that passionate glint when they focused on him. There used to be something. But now... it was just those hot, purple irises... void of the hunger and adrenaline they held for this girl. It didn't really bother Kaiba. What made him wonder was this: who had lost the passion first?
"Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck--" On this line, Yami dug his fingers into the infamous mike stand and pulled his body forward against it. The high-pitched screams were deafening.
"--with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain"
Yami's eyes focused again on her. She was smiling. She seemed to be laughing almost as his cool self-confidence. His eyes darkened with a sinister flame. 'Yeah you want me, I know...' he thought and he watched as she blinked softly. Everything she did seemed to be completely thorough and thoughtful. 'Everything...?' Yami wondered...
"Me and you baby
Still flush all the pain away
So before I end my day, remember
My sweet prince
You are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one
You are the one"
Yami's eyes closed and his breath came hot as he whispered the final lyrics, aided by the rest of the band.
"My sweet prince
My sweet prince
You are the one"
Cheering was again theirs and they all watched in awe as some half-crazed girl attempted to jump on the stage. She almost succeeded but the security guards were on her as soon as her Addidas-clad feet left the floor. Yami looked at the other boy standing next to him. Kaiba made the traditional rock-and-roll symbol with his hand and Yami returned the salute. Sex, drugs, rock and roll... Was it where they were truly headed? Yami had the rock and roll part down, though what they'd played so far was more grunge and uh... whateverthehell Placebo was... The drugs? Who knew? He'd always worried about Malik... The sex...? Still seeing the fedora-girl's eyes locked on him, he smiled. We'd see tonight...
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Me: So... I'm museless and I need your opinions. Good? Bad? Shitty? Mary Sue-y? WhythehellisYamiarockstar? What of Kaiba's little inner monologue? I need feedback. Rock on people...
Disclaimer: No I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And you better damn well consider yourselves disclaimed.
Other Shit I Don't Own:
"Smell Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana *I love it*
"My Sweet Prince" by Placebo *Best... song... ever...*
Me: I am void of a muse tonight; I scared all of them off on account of my bitchiness and angstitude... In case you were wondering, yeah... I'm kinda in a mood. Don't worry; I'm not always like this... BTW, this IS a OC *gasp!* I know they're frowned upon and I don't exactly feel fond of them myself but screw it. I'm just writing today and hopefully it's still good. It's mostly about seeing Yami as a rock star but uh... if you care that much, don't read it... The point is, this isn't very Mary Sue-ish by definition... Just read it if you want, I just want to write something before my head explodes...
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Yami stood on the stage, sweat already collecting on his forehead even though he'd only just stepped out under the burning lights. His hair would stay, he knew, for not even a fucking hurricane could misplace his carefully-gelled locks. Tight, spandex pants and a black tee under a leather trench coat the color of midnight. Damn, it was hot. And so was he.
He slung the guitar over his shoulders and tuned it. There was complete silence, even from the others in the band, as he thoroughly tested the frets and the sounds each one made. Finally, he raised his amethyst eyes to the inky blackness of the large room, to the realm beyond the stage, to his fans, and struck a loud, kick-ass cord. The audience went insane and he heard girls screaming "SHOW US YOUR REAL MILLENNIUM ITEM!!!!" Yami's eyes narrowed to slits as a pleased smiled slipped over his lips. Taking the microphone in one hand, the guitar in the other, he pulled the mike stand toward his body and whispered, his lips brushing the metal,
"Here we are now..."
As the screams rose, the band began to as well and Yami absorbed himself completely in the song.
"Load up on guns and
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose
And to pretend
She's over bored
And self assured
Oh no, I know
A dirty word"
The band responded with a chorus of "Hello hello hello, how low?" and Yami grinned, the adrenaline pulsing through him with frightening ease.
"With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us"
He closed his eyes and leaned into the mike. Out of the corner of one wood violet eye, he watched some chick in the front row faint. Another girl pushed her out of the way to get to her spot.
"A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah"
He pulled back and moved his hands over the guitar chords as he listened to Seto Kaiba's voice fill the arena. There were more screams. Kaiba was dressed in all white, a contrast to Yami's black. The white trench coat and what appeared to be ass-tight, white jeans (Hey, they looked good on him...) Yami noticed that Kaiba left the coat open, though he lacked a shirt. Kaiba's voice filled the next verse.
"I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end"
Yami's eyes came in contact with those of a girl in the audience. She was not screaming or sobbing or staring his... uhm... pants... Her eyes locked with his completely and never moved an inch. He was taken aback... And slightly turned on. He blinked slowly for emphasis before he sung the next verse... what seemed like, only to her.
"And I forget
Just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
It was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind"
She wore a black fedora over her copper hair and what appeared to be a black, floor-length trench coat, much like Yami's. Her hands were jammed deep in her pockets, though it wasn't cold. She wore a red silk shirt underneath, a pair of black jeans, and black boots that added at least four inches onto her height. She was dressed to kill and looked more like she belonged in a club, dancing close to some well-dressed businessman who wore cologne, then this shit-hole they were playing at. Her eyes never left his. Faintly, he thought of an earlier line in the song... "She's over bored/And self assured"...
His thoughts were cut short, though, when Kaiba rammed his elbow under his ribcage. Yami had almost forgotten to sing. Reclaiming his voice, he sang the lines in all his sexy glory,
"With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah"
The whole band, Kaiba on bass guitar, Yami on lead, Joey and Malik on drums, and Bakura on tambourine (Yami had decided that he sucked at playing anything else so he just told him to stand there and pretend that he could play something because the tambourine never actually made any noise), screamed the final lyrics, their voices almost battling to be heard over the girls in the audience.
"Yeah, a denial
A denial
A denial..."
The song ended there and the cheering erupted from the people. Yami and Kaiba exchanged self-confident glances. They were the shit. And everybody knew it. Stay out of their fucking way cause they'd make it to the top and change it all.
The music got quieter and Malik moved to a small keyboard to help with the next song. No less angsty but in a different way. Yami leaned into the mike again and the girls screamed. He supposed it had become his trademark thing. Sex with the mike. The first verse of the song fell like liquid from his lips and he scanned the crowd again. She was still there, her green eyes unflinching as he began to sing,
"Never thought you'd make me perspire
Never thought I'd do you the same
Never thought I'd fill with desire
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed"
This was one of his favorite songs. He used to like to pick out one gorgeous girl in the audience to sing to and see how she reacted. This time, it was her. Not particularly gorgeous but something kept him from averting his eyes.
"Me and the dragon can chase all the pain away
So before I end my day remember
My sweet prince you are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one"
Kaiba turned to look at him, knowing that hungry glint which now showed in Yami's eyes. The taller boy followed the gaze of the other and soon saw the reason for that glint. A girl who seemed to never turn away from Yami's eyes, which could be almost frightening at times. Kaiba knew. He had seen those eyes turned on him before. They'd quickened his pulse and made him the slightest bit nervous. But this girl... She seemed too confident to let it scare her. Kaiba looked at Yami and wondered if the other would get what he seemed to be desiring at the moment. In this moment of deep thoughts, Kaiba wondered why Yami's eyes had lost that passionate glint when they focused on him. There used to be something. But now... it was just those hot, purple irises... void of the hunger and adrenaline they held for this girl. It didn't really bother Kaiba. What made him wonder was this: who had lost the passion first?
"Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck--" On this line, Yami dug his fingers into the infamous mike stand and pulled his body forward against it. The high-pitched screams were deafening.
"--with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain"
Yami's eyes focused again on her. She was smiling. She seemed to be laughing almost as his cool self-confidence. His eyes darkened with a sinister flame. 'Yeah you want me, I know...' he thought and he watched as she blinked softly. Everything she did seemed to be completely thorough and thoughtful. 'Everything...?' Yami wondered...
"Me and you baby
Still flush all the pain away
So before I end my day, remember
My sweet prince
You are the one
My sweet prince
You are the one
You are the one"
Yami's eyes closed and his breath came hot as he whispered the final lyrics, aided by the rest of the band.
"My sweet prince
My sweet prince
You are the one"
Cheering was again theirs and they all watched in awe as some half-crazed girl attempted to jump on the stage. She almost succeeded but the security guards were on her as soon as her Addidas-clad feet left the floor. Yami looked at the other boy standing next to him. Kaiba made the traditional rock-and-roll symbol with his hand and Yami returned the salute. Sex, drugs, rock and roll... Was it where they were truly headed? Yami had the rock and roll part down, though what they'd played so far was more grunge and uh... whateverthehell Placebo was... The drugs? Who knew? He'd always worried about Malik... The sex...? Still seeing the fedora-girl's eyes locked on him, he smiled. We'd see tonight...
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Me: So... I'm museless and I need your opinions. Good? Bad? Shitty? Mary Sue-y? WhythehellisYamiarockstar? What of Kaiba's little inner monologue? I need feedback. Rock on people...