Author's Note: Hey look, it's Mister Story-ADD, back to start another story while Kingdom Hearts: Altered Promises and another story called Project: Christo wait to be written. .

Oh well. This story is rated T for teen for now. If I decide to throw in some lemon [hell, may even be later this chapter…XD, the rating will be promptly changed. Anyways, on with the usual mindless warnings…

Warning: The Surgeons General has warned that usage of this story may cause certain types of lung cancer, and may interfere with healthy childbirth in pregnant women. It has also been noted by the Surgeons General that this story is a story of many different pairings, most of which are RikuxSora. If you don't like it, then you might as well stop reading now, as opposed to getting through the story, then flaming me saying, "LULZ THEY R NOTT GHEY!"

[Yes they are

Anyways, on with the crappy fanfic XD

The Rocker's Girlfriend

Chapter I: The Concert of Fate

The spotlight shined in his eyes, changing their color from their usual green to a sea blue. They always did that in the presence of a bright light. It made his pale skin even paler than it usually was, and his silver hair [silver, not gray. He wasn't old. seemed to shimmer in the beam. The luminosity, however, did clash with a few things on his person- his clothes, his eye make-up, and his guitar.

Yes, Riku was a rocker. A damn talented one, at that. Though no record companies had ever shown even a glimmer of an interest in the boy, as he had yet to write a song that blew anyone's mind. He mainly relied on his skilled guitar work and his back-up crew to land them gigs. He wasn't so talented with lyrics. His last song went something like, "hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your boyfriend…" That was just no good. That was the reason he had such a small crowd now. Most of his friends felt as though he had 'sold out,' though he wasn't exactly making millions as a hip-hop artist, so he hadn't really sold out at all. He had just written an atrocious song.

No matter, though. Riku always believed that there was a lost glamour in rocking out in a club containing about twenty or so in total. There was something beautiful about not being a multi-millionaire, and not having a gigantic mansion in London, Paris, New York, and Hollywood, but having a modest one-bedroom apartment in Seattle, like he did. And there was something un-glamorous about performing in the Kodak Theatre, but something glamorous in performing whatever gig he could scrounge up.

Sure, he didn't have much money to his name. Sure, he was nineteen and not in college. Sure, his future looked bleak. But he made enough money to scrape by, put food on the table, and live a moderately comfortable lifestyle.

Riku looked back at his crew as he continued singing into the hot microphone, and smiled. And, if I was ever in a pickle, he thought, they could back me up.

Riku played lead guitar and sang. His best friend was on bass and served as back-up vocals. His name was Axel. He was older than Riku was, twenty-two years old. Though he wasn't terribly aged, Riku still called him Oldy Von Moldy whenever he got the chance. For some strange reason, possibly due to Axel's self-absorption, and his apparent need to look like a damn model, this nickname deeply offended Axel.

Axel did look like a model, though. He had long red hair, held up by impossibly sturdy hair gel, forming spikes in the back of his head. He had green eyes that Riku always thought of as cat-like- mischievous and nosy. He wore his make-up eccentrically, specifically asking for black face paint in the shape of a diamond. As a rule of thumb, he always dressed entirely in black, much like Riku always did. He held in his hand a bass guitar, which was black, but had painted red flames swooping in from the sides of it. When Axel caught Riku's eyes, he gave a subtle wink, and continued playing.

On drums was Riku's other best friend, Leon. Leon was mysterious, to say the least. He dressed differently than the other two, for starters. He either wore a white t-shirt beneath a small black leather jacket, which he could never fit around himself, or he went shirtless. The latter always gave girls a thrill, and older girls strokes. He always dressed in tight leather pants which, were it not for his rocker status, would make him look flamingly gay. He had striking blue eyes, and long brown hair, styling to flow backwards slickly.

What made Leon mystifying was his past, or lack thereof. Whenever Riku or Axel asked him about it, Leon would always swiftly change the subject to the same thing, what was for dinner, even if it was past dinnertime. Riku and Axel could only assume it had something to do with a love, as they sometimes saw Leon sleepwalking, calling for someone. They also theorized that it contained an interesting story that regarded the scar that sliced his face right between the eyes, curving down almost to where the nose ends.

Riku smiled, as the words of the song poured out of his mouth. This was an extremely good performance, and he particularly liked this last song they were playing, which was entitled Taking Over Me.

"You don't remember me, but I remember you.

I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you.

But who can decide what they dream, and dream I do?

I believe in you,

I'd give up everything just to find you.

I have to be with you.

To live, to breathe,

You're Taking Over Me.

Have you forgotten all I know, and all we had?

You saw me mourning my love for you, and touched my hand.

I knew you loved me then.

I believe in you,

I'd give up everything just to find you.

I have to be with you.

To live, to breathe,

You're Taking Over Me.

I look in the mirror and see your light

If I look deep enough.

So many things inside that are just like you

Are taking over.

I believe in you,

I'd give up everything just to find you.

I have to be with you.

To live, to breathe,

You're Taking Over Me.

I believe in you,

I'd give up everything just to find you.

I have to be with you.

To live, to breathe,

You're Taking Over Me."

He finished the song to thunderous applause. Grinning, satisfied, Axel and Leon saluted Riku, walking off the stage, as Riku shouted to the boisterous crowd, "Thank you! We are Blazing Darkness, and we are outta here! Have a good night! Drive home safely!"

Riku backed away from the yelling crowd, which was now chanting "Encore! Encore!" Riku mentally scoffed. No way in hell, he thought cynically. Riku was already jaded enough without one more song to think of to play. He slogged back to the dressing room, where Axel was leaping around excitedly, like a twelve-year-old who had O.D'ed on Coca-Cola.

"That was our best performance yet!" Axel extolled, doing a cartwheel. Axel always got excited after a performance. Oh sure, normally he was highly strung enough. It's just that when they aren't directly post-concert, Axel let his pessimistic side show a bit more. "It was classy! It was dark! It was epic! It was remarkable! It was-!"

Leon, however, was just as collected and calm as he ever was right after a concert. "Settle down, Axel," he said, scorn hinting in his voice. Axel sat down in the nearby spinning leather chair, quietly saying, "I'll be good."

Riku rolled his eyes, and proceeded to set his guitar back in it's case. God, he loved his guitar. It was black at the base, with alternating white and pink bordering. While Axel called this a girly combination, Riku thought it looked rather punk. I mean, really. Pink WAS the new black. It was about a third as tall as Riku himself was, but Riku managed to handle it quite well. All in all, he loved the thing.

"So, we hitting up The Red Martini tonight?" Riku asked, not acknowledging the other two with any physical movement. The Red Martini was the local popular club, where lots of teens hung out, including those three. The place was swarming with people who loved their band. They loved them so much, in fact, that they were dying to get in the group's pantalones, as the bartender, Pablo, would often say. The good news about the place- free drinks. They couldn't argue that logic.

"Sure, why not?" Axel said.

"Psh, yeah, like hell." Leon said, rolling his eyes. "Do you think I'm in the mood to be swamped by some twenty-odd fangirls who think they're so damn good, they're a sure-shot to get in bed with me."

"…Yes?"

Leon sighed, exhasperated. "No, Axel, I'm not."

Riku grinned evilly. He knew exactly what to say to get Leon to agree. "C'mon, Leon. You're never not in the mood for a Cosmopolitan."

Leon stared at Riku for a few seconds, before grunting crossly. "Bastard," he growled, as he walked out to the van, a silent sign that he had agreed to go. Axel did a short victory dance, and chased after Leon.

This was us. We were Blazing Darkness, the less-than-famous and less-than-happily-married band.

Well, this was as of yet.

…

UL: Oi. I should really get to bed.

Axel: Yeah! And invite Roxy and me! And maybe Riku, Sora, Cloud and Leon, too! We can all have one big or-

UL: -Throws shoe at Axel-

Axel: Ow, my kidneys. –Whimper-

UL: Sigh Somebody else talk for a while, I'm gonna go sleep.

Sora: The song used in this chapter was Taking Over Me by Evanescence. Good song, too.

Roxas: Total AkuRoku song. I mean, can you not see Axel singing that to me? Back when I couldn't remember him?

Sora: Dude! No! That is so a SoRi song. I mean, really. When I was trying to find Riku? Pshaw, totally fits.

Axel+Roxas: AkuRoku!

Riku+Sora: RikuxSora!

UL: Shaddup! I'm trying to sleep!

All: Sorry…

UL: That's better. Now, if you won't say the next part, I will. 'Kay, so, I got a review on my other story which I should have probably finished before starting this one [oh well that songfics aren't allowed. I dunno if this is true, but I mean, Riku's a rocker in this one. I have to have songs, or else it just doesn't work. So…yeah. Reviews would be loved. Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter up soon. Until then, I'mma sleep. Snores