A/N: This fic will be about the band, conflicts, relationship problems, and the normal chaotic life of teens. Well, as normal as it can get for our DGM cast. This fic will be kept relatively light although I plan on a dark ending. If you feel otherwise, let me know and I will write an alternate ending and upload it separately.
It's a bit short but it'll get longer. Hopefully. Any ideas, review.
Complicated triangles 1
Sexy, homosexual, complications
Lavi stared at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He could tell it had started out neatly typed but now... The creators of this notice had clearly scribbled quite a lot of extra stuff on it. "Drummer needed. Sexy=must Check out the meaning of homosexual*cancelled out* asexual" then, there was this huge rip down the entire paper, repaired with tape. Lavi had the feeling this dead tree had gone through hell. But hey, he wasn't going to quit on the idea of joining a band... He'd want to ever since he'd gotten his hands on some drums.
Lavi glanced down at the paper again to check the address. It perfectly matched the one on the gate, so he knocked on the door cautiously. There was a slight cackling and a voice free of static sang out through the intercom. "Hey whatcha doin' out there?"
Lavi blinked before replying in the same tune. "Imma hardcore drummer out lookin' for a band. Come an' get me Imma sexy man~"
"Not bad. Hey Lena! Get the door!"
"Okay but no sofa!"
"No fuckin' sofa, okay! Now open the goddamn door woman."
A few second later the locks clicked lose and the door swung open. "Hey, you're the one applying for the drummer position, right? Come on in."
Lavi flashed his hyper grin at the girl standing by the door. She wore a dark miniskirt and knee-high boots as well as a maroon tank top and multi coloured bangles coated her arms. Her green hair hung by the sides of her head in a high pigtail. "I'm Lavi! Nice to meetchya and I'm sexy, as the notice required."
"Hmmm... You're not bad," the girl looked him up and down. "I'm Lenalee by the way."
As soon as Lavi entered, Lenalee kicked the door shut before swinging the vault-like lock on the door around. "Tight security," Lavi commented cheekily, slipping his shoes off as instructed. "Yeah, but since when are Noahs never?" Lavi stared. Lenalee gestured her arms, plastic bangles clinking wildly. "No no no. This house is ALLEN'S. Do I look like a Noah to you? Besides, I sure it's just a cliché design on that boy's part" She stopped outside an eerily white door, motioning for Lavi to 'shut up' and carefully pushed the door open a crack before withdrawing her head, back pressed against the said door.
"Maybe this isn't the best time. Come back another day. "
Lavi ignored her and reached for the doorknob. "Eh? Why?"
"Well, erm. The lead singer aka pianist is currently making out with the guitarist. "
Lavi shrugged and yanked on the door. Lenalee sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Lavi gaped. "So that's what the' check out homosexual in the dictionary.' is all about."
A white haired teen about fifteen was coiled around a about-nineteen year old, hands slipped into his shirt. The dark haired tall male looked up, glared, then locked lips with the obliging younger boy again, hands fisted in the longish pale locks.
Lenalee made a frustrated noise and yanked the two apart.
"Ow- hey! Couldn't you have given us SOME free time?! You've been working us hard enough for mid-years already!"
"Goddamn you woman! Get your bloody hands off me! "
Lenalee hugged the white-head. "Allen Walker. British. 14th member of Noah family. Lead singer and pianist. Capable of playing any existing instrument and handling any gun, boyfriend of this guitarist here."
She jabbed the taller male who had snatched his black ponytail with blue highlights out of her reach. " Yu Kanda. Japanese. Last heir of the lotus clan. Backup singer and guitarist. Kendo-artist and master at the katana, going practically steady with our white-haired beauty."
She whirled arms around wildly. "and me. Lenalee lee. Chinese. Part-time designer for Noah wardrobe. I play the flute and base and sing. Beautiful and single and I have a brother with a sister complex. Which reminds me. Bya!"
She kissed Allen on the cheek and flushed a little in Kanda's direction. She waved at Lavi before leaping upstairs towards the sound of car horns. "Alright, brother I'm coming!"
"Soooo..." Lavi referred to the make-out session with puckered lips. "What?" Allen asked innocently, hint of a British accent in his musical voice. "We weren't on the sofa!" Lavi shook his head resignedly as Kanda flopped down on the said sofa. Allen settled in his lap with an air of familiarity. For some reason Lavi's heart twinged with a hint of sour bitterness. Wait-was he- jealous? No-wait-he was STRAIGHT. Wasn't he? Lavi's eyes refused to avert from Allen's awesome ass-tight pants should be illegal for this!- no wait he was off track again- argh.
Yep. Lavi was forced to admit he had been checking that kid out. Inappropriately. But... That was only one guy right? Right. He still had hots for girls like Lenalee.
Well. Yay. He was gay. Or bisexual at least. And auditioning for a band. Run by a Noah. Lavi sighed. How much more bizarre could this get?
A/N: Lame, I know. Well, it gets better, or so I hope. Next chapter, FOOD.