All in the Band
Part 1/6?
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4x3 Rx1
Yaoi/Lemon
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else's creation and have formed my own story around them. Don't sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving college student who is trying desperately to find a way to find time to continue my fan fic writing!!
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part.
Authors Note: This takes place in modern day Earth, an AU in the AU of Gundam. Read, reply, respond, and Enjoy!!
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"So have you seen the new guy yet?" asked the braided boy sitting in a wooden chair backwards rocking back and forth impatiently.
"No, but Milliardo says he looks decent. A lot better then the last one…" the smaller blonde haired boy said sitting next to the braided boy at the same table.
To his left sat another young boy, but he was much taller then the two before and had short brown hair that hung in front of his face. And to his left sat an young Asian male with his black hair slicked back into a small pony tail. The two had been indulged in their card game, 'War', to even care what the two where talking about.
"I hope he plays as good as Milliardo says he does… Man, we really need another guitar… It's so hard just working with three instruments!" the braided one complained, resting his chin on the back of the chair.
"Have patience, Duo. We'll find a replacement."
"Quatre, we don't *need* a replacement! What we need is someone who can play!" Duo yelled and jumped up from the table and started pacing.
"I'm sorry Duo… I didn't mean to say we need Solo replaced… I meant…" Quatre said in his southing voice, calming Duo down instantly. With those puppy dog eyes who wouldn't calm down?
"I know… I just-"
Duo was cut off as the door knob started to turn. They all stopped what they where doing and looked up to see a man with long pale blonde hair walk in and shut the door.
"Well? Where is he, Milliardo?" Duo became impatient again.
Milliardo reassured him, "He's right out side. I just wanted to ask you guys to go easy on him. He's very reserved. Don't judge him by how he acts. It's his talent that we need. We can adjust to his personality."
"Show him in." said Quatre.
Milliardo turned around and opened the door and peeked his head out, said something, then returned his head in the room. "Everybody, meet Heero Yuy."
An adolescent boy with mussed up brown hair walked through the door. Duo agreed. He had been better looking then the last one that auditioned. He had tight biker shorts, a lose fitting tank top on, and strapped to his shoulder was his instrument, the acoustic guitar. "Hey Heero! I'm Duo!" he offered his hand to him but Heero just looked into his eyes. Something about Heero's blue eyes sent a chill down Duo's spin and he retracted his hand.
"Hi!! I'm Quatre!" he, too, offered his hand but Heero didn't accept it.
"Wufei."
"I'm Trowa." the two where still trying to finish up the game.
"Hn."
They thought they saw him bow his head, but it had been so subtle they couldn't be sure. Milliardo was right again about his reserved attitude.
"Well, shall we get started then?" Milliardo could tell the band members where already judging him by his personality and he wanted to show them the good quality of the boy before they complete disregarded him. "Duo, did you come up with something specific for him to play?"
"Yeah," Duo approached the table again and picked up the paper he had scribbled some notes on. "Here," and he handed Heero the paper.
"This is chicken scratch." Heero had said simply, as he looked at the paper full of incomplete erase marks and soda stains.
"What-"
"Do you have a better copy Duo?" Milliardo knowing how particular Duo felt about his music. He tried to calm him down before he exploded.
"No… But I can make one in two seconds." he took back the staff paper and went to the table and started copying it on another piece.
"Well, I guess while Duo is doing that we can conduct the interview." Quatre shrugged.
"What ever."
Wufei raised an eyebrow, "Don't you care? Because if you don't care we don't care to have you in the band."
"Wufei…" Quatre warned. "What he means is, would you be dedicated to this band. It's a lot of hard work and very stressful. We just want to know if you know what you are jumping into."
"Yeah, I know. I would be dedicated."
"Okay good. Do you smoke?"
"Cigarettes."
Duo gagged silently.
"Do you do drugs?"
"No."
"If you had tons of fan mail and tons of work to catch up on, what would you put first?"
"Work."
"Why?"
"The fans want music, not letters."
"The fans want contact." Duo muttered.
"If you had a stalker, what would you do."
"Ignore them."
"I'm done," Duo stood up and threw the paper like a Frisbee to Heero who caught it with ease.
He looked at it for a second then tossed it back to Duo who hadn't been expecting it and it hit him in the nose. "Iteyo!" he held his nose. "You gave me a paper cut!!"
"Well, you should have been paying attention." Heero spun his guitar around his body and pulled a pick from his pocket.
"You didn't have to throw it back at me…" he rubbed his nose and looked at it crossing his eyes to see if it was bleeding, and it wasn't. "You *do* need to rea-"
Heero began playing flawlessly. Every note that was on the paper was memorized in his mind and translated to his fingers and he picked and struck amazingly. The room was full of treble and all where in shock. The four boys forgot what he acted like. They found the missing link.
"Congratulations, Heero. You are now part of 'Wing'." Milliardo placed a hand on Heero's shoulder after he stopped playing.
TBC
Part 1/6?
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4x3 Rx1
Yaoi/Lemon
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else's creation and have formed my own story around them. Don't sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving college student who is trying desperately to find a way to find time to continue my fan fic writing!!
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part.
Authors Note: This takes place in modern day Earth, an AU in the AU of Gundam. Read, reply, respond, and Enjoy!!
___________________________
"So have you seen the new guy yet?" asked the braided boy sitting in a wooden chair backwards rocking back and forth impatiently.
"No, but Milliardo says he looks decent. A lot better then the last one…" the smaller blonde haired boy said sitting next to the braided boy at the same table.
To his left sat another young boy, but he was much taller then the two before and had short brown hair that hung in front of his face. And to his left sat an young Asian male with his black hair slicked back into a small pony tail. The two had been indulged in their card game, 'War', to even care what the two where talking about.
"I hope he plays as good as Milliardo says he does… Man, we really need another guitar… It's so hard just working with three instruments!" the braided one complained, resting his chin on the back of the chair.
"Have patience, Duo. We'll find a replacement."
"Quatre, we don't *need* a replacement! What we need is someone who can play!" Duo yelled and jumped up from the table and started pacing.
"I'm sorry Duo… I didn't mean to say we need Solo replaced… I meant…" Quatre said in his southing voice, calming Duo down instantly. With those puppy dog eyes who wouldn't calm down?
"I know… I just-"
Duo was cut off as the door knob started to turn. They all stopped what they where doing and looked up to see a man with long pale blonde hair walk in and shut the door.
"Well? Where is he, Milliardo?" Duo became impatient again.
Milliardo reassured him, "He's right out side. I just wanted to ask you guys to go easy on him. He's very reserved. Don't judge him by how he acts. It's his talent that we need. We can adjust to his personality."
"Show him in." said Quatre.
Milliardo turned around and opened the door and peeked his head out, said something, then returned his head in the room. "Everybody, meet Heero Yuy."
An adolescent boy with mussed up brown hair walked through the door. Duo agreed. He had been better looking then the last one that auditioned. He had tight biker shorts, a lose fitting tank top on, and strapped to his shoulder was his instrument, the acoustic guitar. "Hey Heero! I'm Duo!" he offered his hand to him but Heero just looked into his eyes. Something about Heero's blue eyes sent a chill down Duo's spin and he retracted his hand.
"Hi!! I'm Quatre!" he, too, offered his hand but Heero didn't accept it.
"Wufei."
"I'm Trowa." the two where still trying to finish up the game.
"Hn."
They thought they saw him bow his head, but it had been so subtle they couldn't be sure. Milliardo was right again about his reserved attitude.
"Well, shall we get started then?" Milliardo could tell the band members where already judging him by his personality and he wanted to show them the good quality of the boy before they complete disregarded him. "Duo, did you come up with something specific for him to play?"
"Yeah," Duo approached the table again and picked up the paper he had scribbled some notes on. "Here," and he handed Heero the paper.
"This is chicken scratch." Heero had said simply, as he looked at the paper full of incomplete erase marks and soda stains.
"What-"
"Do you have a better copy Duo?" Milliardo knowing how particular Duo felt about his music. He tried to calm him down before he exploded.
"No… But I can make one in two seconds." he took back the staff paper and went to the table and started copying it on another piece.
"Well, I guess while Duo is doing that we can conduct the interview." Quatre shrugged.
"What ever."
Wufei raised an eyebrow, "Don't you care? Because if you don't care we don't care to have you in the band."
"Wufei…" Quatre warned. "What he means is, would you be dedicated to this band. It's a lot of hard work and very stressful. We just want to know if you know what you are jumping into."
"Yeah, I know. I would be dedicated."
"Okay good. Do you smoke?"
"Cigarettes."
Duo gagged silently.
"Do you do drugs?"
"No."
"If you had tons of fan mail and tons of work to catch up on, what would you put first?"
"Work."
"Why?"
"The fans want music, not letters."
"The fans want contact." Duo muttered.
"If you had a stalker, what would you do."
"Ignore them."
"I'm done," Duo stood up and threw the paper like a Frisbee to Heero who caught it with ease.
He looked at it for a second then tossed it back to Duo who hadn't been expecting it and it hit him in the nose. "Iteyo!" he held his nose. "You gave me a paper cut!!"
"Well, you should have been paying attention." Heero spun his guitar around his body and pulled a pick from his pocket.
"You didn't have to throw it back at me…" he rubbed his nose and looked at it crossing his eyes to see if it was bleeding, and it wasn't. "You *do* need to rea-"
Heero began playing flawlessly. Every note that was on the paper was memorized in his mind and translated to his fingers and he picked and struck amazingly. The room was full of treble and all where in shock. The four boys forgot what he acted like. They found the missing link.
"Congratulations, Heero. You are now part of 'Wing'." Milliardo placed a hand on Heero's shoulder after he stopped playing.
TBC