This isn't a songfic, more like a short story.
Disclaimer: I Hate these damned things. Ahh well. I don't own Zoids, Blink 182. But I do own 3 of their CD's ^_^
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Guitar
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"I need a cookie and some coffee." Leena said as she uncovered herself and sat up bed. She glanced over at the alarm clock next to her and it read '5:30'. The woman had been trying to fall asleep for the past hour, tossing and turning, and she couldn't stand it any more. She stood up, pulled on her fleece robe, and walked out of the room. Leena's bare feet padded on the cold floor along the dark halls and into the frozen kitchen.
"Brrr! It's freezing in here!" Leena complained softly. The red haired girl drew her robe closer to herself and walked over to the cookie jar, pulled off the lid, and peered inside to find it empty.
"Damnit Bit! Note to self: Kill Bit later." She mumbled, and then gave a shudder, "Cold. Must make hot coffee." She waddled over to the coffee maker and turned it on. Then she waddled over to the cabinet, and found no cookies, or any pastries of any kind, for that matter.
Just then, she heard someone walk down the corridor just outside of the kitchen, and out the door at the end of the hall into the zoid hanger. Once she was sure the person had gone out the door, Leena hurried after the person, stopping inside the door to slip on some slippers. Then she heard it.
It was a guitar, an acoustic guitar that someone was playing. Quite well, she thought. But who was it? Leena listened for a bit longer, trying to find where the beautiful music was coming from. She walked toward the outside door of the hanger, following the sound of the music.
She stepped outside of the door and gave another violent shudder, "DEAR GOD, IT'S FREEZING OUT HERE!!!" she said in a suppressed yell. Leena glanced around and found the horizon. There were purples and reds starting to permeate the dark blue early morning sky. She listened to the music too, and she felt almost in heaven, save for it being immensely cold. Then something else caught her eye. An open door.
She forced her stone cold legs to work as she waddled once more over to the opening. She peered in and found a very long flight of stairs. These stairs looked like they led up to the roof of the hanger.
"Wow." Leena mumbled to herself once more, "I never noticed this here. I'm pretty sure this is Mr. Guitar-player went." So she started up the stairs and sure enough, the music started to get louder. When she got to the top, there was a small table and a large couch, the end of which was occupied by the guitar player himself. Leena was about to say something, but the person started singing.
I'm
sick of always hearing
All the sad songs on the radio
All day it is there to remind an over sensitive guy
That he's lost and alone, yeah
I hate our favorite restaurant, favorite movie, our favorite show
We would stay up all through the night
We would laugh and get high
And never answer the phone
I can't forgive
Can't forget
Can't give in what went wrong
Cause you said this was right
You fucked up my life
I'm sick of always hearing
Sappy love songs on the radio
This place is fucking cursed in its plague
And I can never escape when my heart it explodes
I can't forgive
Can't forget
Can't give in what went wrong
Cause you said this was right
You fucked up my life
Instrumental
I'm kicking; out fiercely at the world around me,
what went wrong
I'm
kicking; out fiercely at the world around me,
what went wrong
I'm
kicking; out fiercely at the world around me,
what went wrong
I'm
kicking; out fiercely at the world around me,
what went wrong
I'm kicking
-What Went Wrong, by Blink 182-
Leena figured out who it was. It was Bit. She just stood there in amazement, before finally mumbling, "Bit, that was amazing."
Bit jumped and nearly fell off the couch, and turned around to look at her, "Really? Do you think so?"
"Hell yeah! That was one of the best songs I've ever heard! Where'd you learn to play like that?" Leena said cheerfully as the quickly moved over to the couch next to Bit. She sat a bit closer to the man than she would of any other time.
"Long story. Bit said, leaning forward and playing a few notes.
"I got time." Leena said firmly.
"Well, it all started way back in high school. My Parents...well...lets just say whenever they weren't drunk, they were stoned. And they were very abusive. It got to the point where I finally couldn't stand it any more and ran away. So I became a street kid. Kinda a drifter. Make 10 bucks here; scrounge a few dollars there. There really wasn't much I could do. I could skate and that's about it. Until one day, I found this guitar in a back alley," He pointed at the instrument he was holding, "and picked it up. I made enough money to buy a couple of books and a cleaning kit and taught myself how to play it. I started to play it on street corners and in parks and made some money. One day, I came across an old zoid shop owner, who thought I played pretty good and took me in. The old man taught me how to play the guitar even better, and all about zoids. And the rest, as they say is history." Bit concluded.
Leena stared at him, "Wow." She said blankly, "I was mean to you all this time and I didn't even know about your terrible past." Leena looked over to him, felling tears sting her eyes, "I'm really sorry."
Bit grinned, "Don't worry about it! Just don't go chasing me half way across the country and shooting at me because I walked in on you in the bathroom."
Leena smiled this time, "No promises there, buddy. Changing the subject, where did that song come from?"
"Well, back in my skating days, I met a girl. We became friends, and she introduced me to the most wonderfully awful stuff in the world. Cocaine. Me and her would get together every weekend, and sniffed that stuff until we were both flying high in the sky. She got me hooked on the crap, then turned me in to the cops, saying I was forcing HER sniff the stuff. The cops came, picked me up and threw me in rehab, than 2 years in juvey. So I wrote that song about the bitch." Bit concluded again.
"Wow." Leena said and at there for a while, than said, "Changing the subject, can I borrow your jacket. I feel like an ice cube." Bit glanced over to her, and saw that she was visibly shivering. Bit grinned and slid off his dark leather jacket, revealing his usual undersized red jacket. Leena put it on and zipped it up.
"You know," Leena said after Bit sat back down on the couch, "You should go as a solo singer. Record companies might like you, and you can make some money playing at bars and restaurants."
"I already started a band. Brad, Jaime and me started a band called 'Blitz'. Brad plays bass guitar, Jamie plays the drums, and I cover vocals and regular guitar. Were looking for another lead singer if you're interested. And if you can sing, that is." Bit explained.
"Of course I can sing! I was the lead soloist in the Hope High School Treble Choir! La-la-la-la!" Leena sang cheerfully.
"Good. We got a gig tonight at the waterhole saloon in the next town. You wont be able to sing tonight, but write a song, and we'll figure it out from there." Bit told her.
"Right. Hey, can you play another song?" Leena asked him.
"Sure. This one is about another old girlfriend from high school, before I left home. This is supposed to be played with an electric guitar, but it still sounds good here." And he started.
It's
alright
to tell me
what you think
about me
I won't try
to argue
or hold it
against you
I know that
you're leaving
you must have
your reasons
The season
is calling
and your pictures
are falling down
The steps that
I retrace
the sad look
on your face
The timing
and structure
did you hear
he fucked her?
A day late
a buck short
I'm writing
the report
On losing
and failing
when I move
I'm flailing now
And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on my own
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
And maybe
I'll see you
at a movie
sneak preview
You'll show up
and walk by
on the arm
of that guy
And I'll smile
and you'll wave
we'll pretend
it's okay
The charade
it won't last
when he's gone
I won't come back
And
it'll happen once again
You'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
And sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And you've been there for too long
To face this on your own
Well I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
-Damnit, by Blink 182-
After Bit finished the song he looked over to Leena and found her asleep on his shoulder. He smiled, lifted her up as gently as he could, carried her down the stairs, into the base, and into her room. He laid her on the bed and covered her up. He slid over to the to the door, and quietly closed it.
Bit made his way back to the kitchen, where he found a fresh pot of coffee waiting for him. 'Cool.' He thought. The blond haired man pored himself a cup and sat down at the table and red the comic section of the newspaper. Not thirty seconds later did Brad walk in. He mumbled, "Gimme COFFEE and no one gets hurt."
Bit smiled.
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A/N: Well I have no idea where this came from, but I felt like writing it, so I did. I felt like taking a break form my other one. This was originally meant to be a one-shot fic, but I felt like putting it up. This'll be a 2 or 3 chappie story. READ AND REVIEW!!!
Peace.
Masamune