Heh heh, I won't quite that easily guys. It was time I started something else anyways. So now for all that flamed me. Thanks I needed a reason to delete the stories I had written. So now…what will I write now. Something that I wont care if people flame or not. Alright I'm going to clear something up right now…I'm writing what I want to write. People say the idea is overused then those people say it's overused. I write what I want when I want and however I want. Alright that's out of the way I'm going to start the fic. I own nothing.
Beatrice muttered something under her breath as she stepped into the spotlight. The crowd cheered as she lifted her hands in a rock on sign. The back of her mind stayed on the center of the stage. Sitting in front of her was her brother Alexander playing a rather enticing solo on his Gibson les Paul guitar. She smiled as he spun around and landed on his knees still playing. She shook her head and grabbed the microphone. Her silky smooth voice rang through the arena as she began to sing.
Beatrice-because the more hell I'm put through
The more that you help me make it through
Because they hate me
You just love me more
They don't want me
You just want me more
Alexander- because the more hell I'm put through
The more it just makes me want to kill you
I try to smile once
They hate me
It's nothing I can't handle
I'm no baby
Cause they hate me
Ill just kill them more
They don't want me
It's only a war
Beatrice-they don't understand
What we really can be
All that they see
Is the fur color that can't be?
It wasn't my fault
Not my plan
I'm not a murderer
That's not me man
Scourges blood runs through my veins
And yes it's true I'm a little bit vain
But don't piss me off
Or I'll tape you to the front of a train
Because the more hell I'm put through
The more that you help me make it through
Because they hate me
You just love me more
They don't want me
You just want me more
Alexander-We've all heard about our stories
It's nothing new
All of the hoopla
All the whopty woo
I'm the son of a murderer
Frikken whoop Dee Doo
Cause what I am
Doesn't matter to you
Till I'm getting up in your face
And saying screw you
Cause you're not me
And I'm not you
I grew up in the streets
I grew up in the gutters
I'd kill your mother for some bread and butter
I grew up with killers
And was born to fight
And soon ill kill
Till I stain the night
With blood
Cause hey
The more hell I'm put through
The more it just makes me want to kill you
I try to smile once
They hate me
It's nothing I can't handle
I'm no baby
Cause they hate me
Ill just kill them more
They don't want me
It's only a war
June and eclipse-were the darkness
That surrounds you
Were the shadows
That haunts you
No matter where you go
We will be right there
In your dreams and your nightmares
We tried to be nice
We were hated
Were killers now
It's what you did
For the things that we've been through
It's not about us
It's just about kill you
As the duet finished their song the crowd cheered out their names. Beatrice couldn't help but smile at all of their reactions. She plucked at her blue ears and stretched out her arms. Her brother merely shrugged and cracked his knuckles his Brown ears twitching to the music.
"Don't worry about our album its coming. Oh and you all get free copies!!!" she shouted into the microphone. The crowd cheered the loudest to this. Even as she left she could hear them cheering. She turned to her brother as he finally showed up next to her.
"Took you long enough. What tune were you playing?" she asked as she sat down on a tree stump. He simply smirked as he took off his jacket revealing the jagged scars running down his chest and stomach.
"One Winged Angel." He muttered as he set down his guitar and his sunglasses.
"That was a nice tune." She muttered as she took off her jacket her blue suit gleaming in the light of the moon.
"C'mon the clan will be worrying about us." Alexander muttered as he scrunched down. His brown hair seemed to lap at the rest of his body then it fully covered it. Dark stripes curled around the fur and his ears pricked up. His eyes glowed bright amber as a scar on his nose became more prominent. The now cat form of Alexander moved its head to gaze at his "sister." Her sleek streamlined cat form was dark blue with a silver tinged muzzle. She allured him especially her eyes. Her eyes gleamed with such a light. Like the moon on the darkest of nights. He smiled to himself at the thought.
"Are you coming Tigerclaw?" she asked him her voice still silky smooth.
"Of course my leader." He sighed as he followed behind her. The largest thought running through his mind was "darn…she's got a nice tail."
Can you see why it's called neko warriors. Alright before you ask the reason they are brother and sister is because it's a stage thing. This way there can be no controversy over their relationship. The song I used is one I made called The more I'm put through. Rate and Review and I will accept flames for this peace of crud I call I fic.