By Daisuke Anarie
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any related characters. Nor am I receiving money... So I suggest you don't sue. I have nothing to my name, so you'd most likely get nothing. Buuut, the 'lyrics' used in this fanfic do belong to me, unless stated otherwise. See?! I can do something for myself!
Author's Note: Too many hours listening to Takuya's theme does something to you... So what?! I like his voice! It's too adorable for his good! Leave me alone! ... So, perhaps this is dedicated to the people who love Takuya's theme, too? Umm... Yeah.
Warning: Koukuya... or Takouji... Takoukuya... Takuya and Kouji! Something! Uh... Well, Shounen-ai! Yaoi! Slash! MaleMale! Oh, yes, beware the crappy poems used as lyrics written by moi that will be in future chapters. They aren't too good. I think... -Rebecca Lyn
Chapter One: Suicidal or Homicidal?
Takuya tapped his fingers against the tabletop as he read through the words written neatly on the paper in front of him. Frowning slowly, he repeated the text in his head, trying to figure out why it didn't sound right to him. What exactly was it missing? He furrowed his eyebrows and ceased tapping to rest his chin in his palm, eyes wandering idly to his friends, who were chattering while tuning their instruments.
They had started out as a simple garage band, but word spread of their existence and they worked their way up. All of Jiyuugaoka knew about them and they were continuously invited to coffee shops, parks, fairs, and other events to perform. They were even invited to Shibuya for a week. Takuya supposed they really were good.
There were five of them in all: Izumi, Junpei, Tomoki and his older brother, Yutaka, Kouichi, and himself. If he counted the ones that worked with sound and lighting, there would be over thirty, considering that a lot of people volunteered to help out with the technical parts.
Izumi was the only girl in the band, with long blonde hair and bright turquoise eyes, originally coming from Italy. She played the keyboard and some string instruments and did background vocals.
Tomoki was the youngest, being fourteen, but his skill at percussion made up for that. He was a good head shorter than Izumi, who was tall herself, and had dark brown hair and emerald eyes, like his brother, Yutaka. Yutaka was the oldest and had decided to take a break from college to stay with his family. He played percussion, as well.
Junpei was the second oldest, and the biggest, being burly and all. He played the bass. He was labeled 'Comic Relief' by Yutaka, and had spiked brown hair and eyes that matched.
Kouichi was considered Takuya's best friend. He had short, midnight blue hair chopped messily in layers and equally dark, haunting eyes. He didn't really enjoy instruments until Takuya got him into the electric guitar, which he would now play with ease. He also did background vocals.
Takuya seemed to be anonymously voted leader of the group. He played an acoustic guitar and sang lead vocals. He composed most of their music and wrote the majority of the lyrics, having a strange way with words. He had chestnut hair that curved out and up at his neck and large cinnamon eyes, matched with tanned skin.
He was thrown a cheery wave, which caused him to smile slightly before returning to the lyrics, nearly stumped. Another ten minutes of blank staring did him nothing, and finally, Izumi exclaimed, "Oh! I forgot to tell everyone!"
Everyone paused in his activity to look at her. The blonde grinned broadly; seeming unfazed by the piercing gazes, and took a moment to dig through her pockets until she yanked out a sheet of paper.
"What is it?" everyone asked in unison – a suspicious thing that happens when you spend too much time with the same people.
Izumi pranced about the stage at their confusion, laughing gleefully. "You don't know?" she cried between giggles. "It's an invitation!"
"Invitation?" Tomoki echoed.
That word caught Takuya's attention and he perked a bit, sitting up straight in his seat. "To what?" he spoke the unasked question.
Izumi giggled and placed her hands over her heart, pretending to swoon. "Why... we were invited to play in the introduction for a concert! Here in Jiyuugaoka, too!"
Kouichi sniggered at her act and shook his head. "Whom are we playing for?"
"Guess."
"Hey, no fair! Give us a clue!" Junpei argued.
Izumi grinned coyly. "Midnight blue eyes."
Yutaka groaned. "There are only so many of those..."
Takuya snorted as he lost interest and went back to scrutinizing the lyrics.
"Long dark hair in a ponytail?"
"That sounds familiar..."
Izumi sighed. "You guys are pathetic. One last clue: he wears a bandana."
Tomoki's eyes lit up and he jumped on his toes. "Oh, oh, oh!! I know who it is! I just... what's his name?!" he wailed, the name momentarily slipping from his mind.
Takuya started to tap his fingers against the table again as he couldn't help but point out, "Izumi, you gave us two clues. It's a he and he wears a bandana. You should've said, 'The person, yada yada.'"
Junpei gave a yelp. "Oh, okay! I know who... the Minamoto guy that always glares. That's who it is."
"YES!" Izumi cheered. "He's so popular and handsome and... can you believe he's the same age as us?! Or, well... Most of us?!"
Takuya didn't look up from his task as he muttered, "I hate that guy..."
Unfortunately, Izumi heard. "What?! How can you hate him? He's an awesome singer and so hott! H-O-T-T!" she screamed, almost in hysterics.
"Hot spelled with two Ts isn't a word," Takuya commented dully – he knew where this conversation would go. "I looked it up in the dictionary..."
"So? It's slang!" Izumi replied.
"I heard he's suicidal," Junpei shouted.
Izumi stared at him in horror.
"Homicidal is more like it," Takuya answered. "He cares too much about himself to take his own life. You got to remember, I knew the jerk at the beginning of junior high."
"That's so mean!" Izumi cried, looking about ready to strangle Takuya herself.
"The truth hurts," Takuya mumbled.
Yutaka had been leaning against the wall as they argued, until he suddenly pushed himself away, eyes widening slightly as he remembered. "Oh! You mean, that Kouji kid." When he was answered with nods, the eldest grinned. "Didn't Takuya have this huge unearthly crush on him?"
The brunette in question yelped as if in pain and jumped to his feet, knocking the chair he had been sitting in off balance and toppling to the floor with a clatter. "NO, no way!" he yelled. However, his face was as red was a tomato, confirming Yutaka's question.
Everyone sniggered quietly and Takuya flushed even more, but he quickly retrieved the fallen chair and sat down, denying it more quietly this time. "No, I would never like a jerk like him. Never..."
Izumi giggled and bounced over to Takuya, hugging his shoulders playfully with one arm and ruffling his hair with her free hand. "Aw, poor Kuya-chan. After being abandoned by sweet Kouji-kun, he won't forgive him, therefore denying any relationship he ever had with him!" she preached mockingly.
Takuya scowled and brushed her away from him, the blush painted on his cheeks fading at her speech.
She smirked and retreated without argument, but skipped to her backpack, earning her several wary looks. "And I know what'll make him feel o-so much better!" she sang. She slipped something from one of the front pouches, and then strolled to the CD player.
"Two guesses," Kouichi said with a sigh. He wasn't sure who to pity – Takuya, or Izumi after Takuya got his hands on her.
Takuya gave a howl of despair and cupped his hands over his ears as the sound of Minamoto Kouji's most recent CD boomed from the speakers set around the studio, clamping his eyes shut tight. It didn't help when Izumi started to sing – no, yell – the lyrics to the first song, just loud enough for him to hear.
It also didn't help when everyone, excluding Takuya and Kouichi, decided to sing along as they started to dance across the floor.
Kouichi chuckled softly as he heard Takuya begin to wail in protest, probably trying to drown out the music and his friends with his own noise. He walked off the stage and quickly stopped the CD player. There was a minute of silence...
Then Izumi started to cry in her own complaint and Takuya yelled his thanks, peeking his eyes open to see if it was safe.
Kouichi shrugged and grinned. "I only turned it off so the neighbors wouldn't say anything," he explained.
Izumi pouted, but piped down, and stalked back over to her keyboard.
Junpei returned to plucking chords before commenting, "I still think he's suicidal."
Takuya twitched and yelled his correction...
"HOMICIDAL!!!"
... No doubt, the neighbors could hear that... and it probably made them question the sanity of the six musicians...
Preview for the next chapter..."What?! Why didn't you tell me about this?" Kouji yelled. His face was turning red with fury. "We don't need some group of street rats introducing us, especially to my home town!"
Ina lifted her hands in front of her face and shook her head. "I didn't mean to offend you... but I thought it would be something good for a change, after Mizuko-san and Mamoru-san quit. Besides," the manager trailed off for a moment.
Kouji glared at her and crossed his arms over his chest. "What?" he demanded.
A small smirk flittered across Ina's face before she replied. "I think you'll be interested in who we picked," she said casually. "Especially one certain brunette." She waved a slip of paper under Kouji's nose until he became more agitated and snatched it away.
Still glaring, he looked at the paper, reading through its contents. His expression changed to that of confusion, and then shock, and lastly, horror, as he read the names of the members that belonged to this garage band.
"WHAT?!"
The smirk on Ina's face grew in satisfaction. That was exactly the response she wanted.