Okay I rewrote the whole first chapter ;D! Italics are Thoughts
I don't own Gravitation and If I did... Then I'd be freaken awesome ;D and I'd feel like a ruler!
Bold is a flashback... dun dun dun... laughs
Bangs echoed from the courts ground keeping the audience well and alive. Bouncing around the oak-courts in a total blunder; from all the mix ups of going back and forth. Fan girls were twined together in each others arms for a quick moment of hope to spot their shining star. Each time the ball was stolen from Yuki's firm grip, the girls would begin a chant that went something like this "Boo, give our lover the ball!" This led to issues for every single frantic fan of Yuki's. Fights.
Through all the comotion between the fans, they'd lose the purpose of even watching the sport. Sometimes they'd even forget to look at the main reason they came here. Platinum-blonde highlights that overlapped gold, porcelain skin, pink succulent lips, and the most dangerous amber eyes.
Ten seconds were all that was left before the game came to an end – the fan girls knew this meant they could finally feel up their beloved. Every drip of noise seemed to fall silent as Yuki blazed down the court, as if he was being chased by a lion. Mouths gaped open awaiting for a final "Swoosh" to the end the game (and ,of course, that noise was made). The crowd lifted into an uproar and the dancers came out for their little victory dance.
"Tokyo High wins," The student announcers radiated off the speakers.
A mass grouping of fan girls swarmed together like a colony of bees flying down from the bleachers and all of their eyes were set on Yuki Eiri. Each guy on the team was furious with Yuki's popularity. Malice and despite.
Yuki looked both ways looking for a way to hinder a quick escape, but was caught like a dear in the headlights. He felt a bitter taste gargle in the back of his throat as a fan girl clung to his arm. Out of the corner of his eye his dad was giving him a malign sneer causing the bile to rise.
"Yuki, wanna go on a date with me?" One of the obnoxious girls asked in her best seductive voice.
"Don't go there, girlfriend, he's mine!"
Another fight broke out, and shouts of "He's mine" rang throughout the gym.
The bile that was beginning to settle back into the pit of his stomach began to climb up his throat again as his dad came closer. His patience began to shake along with his disgust with the state of world he was in. Yuki couldn't take anymore and began to feel like a trapped rat.
"Yuki," His dad hollered.
"Yuki," the fan girls chimed for desired attention.
Yuki looked both ways, feeling the unwanted stares nibbling at his limbs, keeping him planted to the ground. Roots were torn away and he marched into the boys locker room. Quickly he collected his basketball team duffle bag and bolted out of the facilities and into the hall of the school, as his dad's voice hammers into his ear. "That was close!"
Yuki hunched over one of the schools water fountains, listening to faint guitar strums play throughout the narrow area.
"Yuki, get over here," Yuki's dad began to stalk down the hall.
Yuki looked down the dark hall and back at his father, "Over my dead body, old man!" His breath grew faster as his jog turned a sprint. "Yuki" was the last thing her heard his father bark.
Yuki had no clue where he was running, but he couldn't care less. That faint whisper became louder, and ever so welcoming. The lyrics became more and more familiar and seem to remind himself of a band his dear pest loved. An aged door appeared before him, and seemed to be his only escape; the only lock that stood in the way of salvation. The music drew him close with its longing melody- well he thought it was a longing melody, but that was until he heard the lyrics. Horrible. This made a nauseating feeling that tickled his sides and made him want to spew everywhere.
Soft patters echoed in the dark hall. Suddenly he remembered his father was hot on his trail- he slyly weasled his way through the door.
The room was an old classroom- desks were aligned to the walls, off-white walls with collected filth and dust snowed onto the desks, and countless wires spread out from the equiptment the boys had set up.
Yuki shut the door quietly, and wedged himself in between two desks. He examined the band and blushed a tad bit at the lead singer, who swayed like a God to the music. Such a cute voice mixed with vile lyrics.
Pink shimmering hair swayed to and fro, draping down his neck. Tan skin, a petit body that radiated with determination after every emotion he sang, and two child-like eyes that had the softest purple, and displayed a story never told.
"He is pretty cute, and this band is just like the one Tohma represents...well, is in. Stupid blonde always agreeing with what ever I say, like a sick pervert. What was it called...Ah, yes Nittle Grasper. Tatsuha's God, Ryuichi, blah!"
"La li ho," squeaked out from the singer, and he gave off a cheesy smile. "Um, can we start that from the top again?" His brilliant purple orbs began to shake, and his lips curved into the cutest upside down smile. He stared at the boy next to him; giving off the best looking puppy dog face.
"Shu-Ii-Ich-I, come on now, this is like the fifth time tonight we have had to restart!" Hiro whined back trying not to be beaten by his friends cute little pouty face.
"Um it's just," Shuichi began to twitch and blush and search his brain for an excuse. " I could have sworn the door opened"
"Let me guess next you're gonna say...it is probably Jesus or Buddha coming to save us from some horrible ending," Hiro chuckled out. "I'm going home, I think you're in some cracked out daze about something."
Shuichi looked down at his friend as he stuffed all his music sheets into his bag. A faint zipping sound echoed through the room and foot steps mixed with the remaining zipping sound. The door squeaked, slid open and slid shut in the same time. Shuichi just looked at the door and shadows casted over his face in the half-ass lit room. "Why can't I sing at all today." "Damn it all," Shuichi screamed out, feeling tears strangle his words. "Hiro left and now I'm all alone trying to solve my every stupid problem."
Shuichi sunk to his knees, repositioning himself, and hugged his knees to his chest. Hopes of some sort of savior was the only thing on his mind. Maybe Jesus or Buddha were needed at a time like this, but beliefs in the young boy were smothered. The angsty teen connected little pieces in his mind until a salvation perked him up.
"Idea, maybe I need a relationship, like a girlfriend," Shuichi smiled to himself. "She'll be able to understand my lyrics, and I can sing them just for her." Shuichi hummed happily, as if he was ready to pat himself on the back.
Yuki was by the door ready to leave after over hearing Shuichi's conversation with himself. Yuki couldn't help but laugh at the mindless pink haired boy.
Shuichi looked over his shoulder towards the desks. "Hey who is there?" Shuichi felt a little shocked suddenly, hoping the person was not some idea stealer about the secret or a rapist teacher.
Yuki froze on the spot, thinking of some witty way to pull himself out of this situation. He thought he could meow, but he decided to slip out of the room.
This left Shuichi in a shock that someone over heard him. Shuichi fell to the ground in an emotional struggle.
Morning rolled by, leaving Shuichi to toss and turn around in his bed, trying to hide himself from the sun. "The light...it burns!" He casually spread out over the bed, wearing his flannel, plaid pj pants and his favorite wife-beater. He rolled his head over his shoulder, staring at the clock, hoping for his life to come to a swift end. Drowsily getting out of bed, he changed into his school uniform and dragged his dead carcass to pick up his school bag. He gaped at his song lyrics in disgrace, but picked them up in case he decided he could actually write well. He arrived at school dazed and fully into his song. He put the paper in his big jacket pocket, and let out a sigh.
Yuki was stuck in a group of rabid fan girls once again (just his luck). "Annoying fan club freaks, let me just be alone. You have nothing to do with me becoming a writer!" Yuki found an escape route, and ran his little pale arse out of the crowd. It was like his life was on a platter being taken to its final destination. Soon enough he was free, but ended up running into someone. He noticed a glimpse of pink hair, and then his back met the beloved tiled floors of Tokyo High.
"Hey, look I'm sorry, I'm kind of in a hurry," Yuki sat up, and then noticed the delicate boy on the other side of him. His pink hair sprawled out across the floor and his dillusional purple orbs piercing through the blonde's cold amber eyes. "Hey you're that band boy," Yuki's words slipped past his big mouth. "Oh, shit what have I just said, I need a ciggarette now to save myself!"
Shuichi jumped to his knees and crawled up, leaving a few inches apart from their faces. "What did you hear my partner and I say," Shuichi muttered. "It's important, really important for me to know!"
Yuki looked away with a bright blush, and then an idea struck him. He felt the world's most malign smile fall on his face as if a devil granted him a wish. "I can lie my ass off and make him my slave. He'll just end up destroying my good great reputation and piss my dad off. Oh, yes and I can also get some different type of girls instead of those kogals and cheerleading freaks."
Shuichi glared at him with little tears beginning to build up in his eyes. "Please tell me," Shuichi mumbled.
"I heard every single thing you and your bandmate said," Yuki smiled deviously.
"Oh, god please don't say that's true," all the hope Shuichi gathered last night was broken. "He is going to tell the whole school about our record deal. Tohma will shoot down the offer, and then I'll never meet Ryuichi Sakuma. I'll never get to do anything as of being a singer! "
"I can make a deal with you though," Yuki rang like a chirping fan girl.
"Anything," Shuichi blared out of his mouth.
"First get out of my face, people are staring," Yuki looked away again, embarrassed.
"Uh, sorry," Shuichi pushed himself back, sitting like a five year old.
"Okay, the deal is you become my slave until we graduate," Yuki chimed.
Shuichi's face lit up like a christmas tree on display. "Okay deal. I'll be your slave as long as you never tell anyone about my secret," Shuichi smiled. He got up and skipped away merrily as if he had no care.
"Stupid naïve boy, only thinking about such a false world. You have no clue what you have signed yourself up to do. Welcome to hell, my hell. I hope you enjoy your visit, and never notice you have been completely fooled into doing something for no reason." Yuki smiled as he watched the boy bounce away without a care.
Hey dudes, can you tell me if its any better? Pretty please and thanks if you do!