Summary: After just moving, Kagome goes to a show with her new best friend, Sango, to blow off some much needed steam. She bumps into a complete jerk while watching her favorite set. Later, she meets a brooding boy that keeps to himself and is always writing in his journal. Why is his voice so familiar?
Chemistry of a Car Crash- Chapter 1- The Finisher
She could smell the sweat off the person behind her. Did that ever stop her from dancing? She turned to her right and saw her new best friend, Sango, jumping up and down, her long hair bouncing in a high ponytail behind her, causing her to laugh a little. No, not even the rank scent of body odor could stop this fun.
The speakers pounding just a few feet ahead of them, both of the girls were just barely out of reach from the guitarist. Truth be told, they could hardly hear the singer at all due to the loudness bumping from the said speakers. Drums and bass completely filling up their bodies, making them move whether they wanted to or not. Good thing they had resigned to that, anyway.
They chanted along to the lyrics just like everyone else in the crowd, the song obviously being a pleaser.
Kagome was just glad that when she moved to the shrine with her mother and brother the beginning of the summer, that one of her neighbors had the same taste in.. well everything as she had. They immediately kicked it off and when Sango came up to her squealing that they had tickets to an all day show of 30+ bands, Kagome knew this summer had more change that she imagined.
And it suited her well.
It was on the last verse of the song, when Kagome got shoved from between her and Sango. Thank god for the person to her left, or she would have surely fallen flat on her face, and in a crowd this big? She shivered at the thought of being trampled on.
"Watch where you're going, wench."
Kagome just turned to the jerk that dared call her a wench. Who even uses that anymore?
"Uh, excuse you for bumping into me." She turned to look at the rude person, but all she saw was a black-headed man walking away towards the back. It wasn't that odd, seeing as this had been happening to her all day. She wasn't exactly the burliest of women, and she didn't complain about that one bit.
Still rude. Wench? Really now?
The band finally wrapped up their last song, people throwing their hands in the air in their adrenaline rush, flashes from cameras bouncing off the walls behind the band members.
"Alright, that was amazing! Thanks guys for sticking around and being fans."
Kagome tuned out the part about merchandise and turned to Sango. "Was that just me, or was that guy the biggest jerk we've ran in to all day?"
Sango chuckled, her spit-fire of a friend never ceased to crack her up. "I guess he's just shy of crowds. Or in a big damn rush."
"…You guys should all go check out a new band, straight from your own city of Tokyo! They're playing in 30 minutes, and we're big fans, so hopefully you will be too!"
The mass of people cheered one last time, leaving the girls to giggle to themselves. Fighting off the mood of the crowd was just too difficult, they often succumbed to the wave of joy that rolled between listeners and singers.
Body Odor Guy finally left, and Kagome finally realized just how bad it was. She looked at Sango and saw a similar expression gracing her face and both girls laughed again.
"I really hope we don't stand by him again. I mean, I understand the whole working out while dancing thing, but does he have to smell like he showers in Funyons?"
Sango laughed. "You mean you didn't find that hideous Dorito smell attractive? Now he has nothing for him!"
Kagome suddenly licked her lips. "Hey, are you—"
"—Yeah, I'm parched. Let's get a drink."
The girls left the arena and stood outside in the lobby to buy a drink to quench their dry throats. It had been a good couple of hours since they even thought about anything except the next band that was playing.
Kagome used this moment to finally relax some, her energy dipping a bit. She was admiring the building that encompassed the event, the high arches, the second floor balcony where the parents usually sat, waiting for their car-less teenagers to get their fill.
Through the windows, she could see the vans and trailers for all the bands, some with the logos and others just a plain white. Her eyes exclusively following a crew that was setting up for a new set, a man in a mask yelling at a red-haired boy for dropping a guitar case. His long, silver hair following his every move like a curtain of silk.
"Wanna go see that new band after we get a drink?" asked Kagome as she finally turned her eyes away from the silver-haired mystery to Sango who was grabbing a water bottle from the vendor.
"Oh, I hadn't really thought about it. But I guess there's nothing else to do, I saw everyone I wanted to see. Couldn't hurt, right?" Sango smiled toward Kagome while gulping in the fresh water.
"You know, I hope you realize you're wearing a white shirt, and you're kind of dribbling. I'm sure the guy standing five feet to your left is just praying it seeps down to your chest."
Sango brought down the water bottle. "No shit? Was I really?"
Kagome rolled her eyes, "Come on, let's head over to the set. Don't wanna lead the hopeless boy on any further."
Sango opened her mouth to retort, stole a glance at the guy before quickly turning back to her friend. "He's not even cute. Walk faster."
The girls got a spot in the still-gathering crowd, most of them they recognized from watching the earlier bands and chatted while the stage was being set up.
"…did you know that no one has seen them with their masks off? I hear they're trying out a new phase by keeping completely unknown."
Kagome and Sango looked at the girl that was talking behind them. Her in her little black dress, showing way too much cleavage.
"Of course, I'm their biggest fan. I have recordings of their new EP that isn't even available yet."
The girl that the scantily clad woman was talking to gave a half-ass laugh. "You realize, Yura, they're selling those cd's outside, right? You're not so special anymore."
So called Yura just crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her chest up even more, as if it needed any more assistance.
"Slap me if I ever become that desperate, okay?" Sango muttered.
"Same here." Kagome said, as she turned around. She was a bit intrigued by what the Yura girl had said. They wear masks? How weird. And potentially really stupid.
The filler music finally stopped, and the lights on stage went out. A whisper came out over the speakers, and the fans started to scream.
Kagome could fill a new thrill rise in her throat. She hoped this wasn't going to be a waste of time. She shot a last glance at Sango who was too transfixed on the stage to avert her attention anywhere else, and so Kagome did the same.
"Do you mean to challenge me?
Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history,
through a future perverted by envy.
Your whisper may sway the weak, but when I speak it roars the sea.
Your challenge has been met, because with a breath I could snap your neck."
Well, she sure wasn't expecting anything as rough as this, but it was nice. She could feel the beat slowly taking her over.
The lead singer in his silver-hair glory strummed quickly on his guitar, fingers flowing over the strings, chords echoing through the booming speakers. She saw the drummer swiftly moving all over the place, arms flying in the air only to thrust themselves back down.
And those masks, covering all four members.
She could respect it. It definitely was something she was going to look further into when she had the quiet solace of her room.
But for now, she had to avoid those annoying boys who still thought throwing themselves at strangers was a way of having fun. It sure wasn't to her.
Sango, however, pushed the guy so hard he fell on the ground. Kagome really wanted to yell a 'good job' at her, but she voice would get drowned out, so it was pretty pointless.
Kagome quickly found herself moving to the music, jumping and dancing, laughing and chanting to the repeated choruses that she quickly picked up.
She swore at one point, she even locked eyes with the singer. What a peculiar shade of brown. They were more gold, than anything. How befitting for such a strange group.
In between some of their songs, she finally paid attention to the band name, Among Demons. It was then she took in the silhouettes of the members, or as much as she could with the masks and such they wore.
She already stared at the singer/lead guitarist, the drummer was the youngest looking of them all, with elongated feet that seemed to have more of pads than anything, and red hair with forest green eyes. The second guitar had his hair up in a high ponytail much like Sango, however his was much shorter, had a…fur? headband around his scalp, and..a pelt. That was the only way she could describe it. The bassist seemed the most normal of the group, with a short rat tail bound together at the bass of his head, and blue eyes that seemed to know all of your secrets.
They were definitely worth looking into.
The girls drove back that night feeling drained of all energy, their moves more mechanical than anything. Yet satisfaction filled them to no end.
At the end of their set, they bought the cd, and Kagome caught the guitar pic that the lead guitarist used.
The rude man that pushed her was the farthest thing in her mind…
AN: I've always wanted to write a band story. Except it won't be. Sorta. You'll see:]
Oh, and PS, don't own characters. Or the song by Oh, Sleeper.