kimi wa seijitsu na moralist kirei na yubi de boku o nazoru

Heero swiftly wrote down every word the professor spoke. He was dying to get out of this class, music theory. Granted there were some really good things to learn from this none of it really helped Heero. He already at an up and coming semi successful band, what he needed was a guitarist that wouldn't attempt to rape him.

The start of college had left Heero rattled. A couple weeks in he decided to blow off some steam by going to a party which he was joined by his now ex-guitarist, and ex-best friend, Nimrod, yes that really was his name he legally changed it when he turned eighteen. Heero had never drunk before, therefore he had no idea about limits, an hour in he was totally plastered. Nim, as they called him, escorted him into the living room; no he didn't have the decency to find a bedroom, which turned out to be a good thing. There on a couch in front of god knows how many people, most of which Heero didn't know Nim startled his wasted friend and proceeded to make out with him. His hands traveled Heero's chest and then downward, Heero protesting the entire time but unable to really fight him off. Nim had succeeded in undoing his belt and unzipping his pants before being ripped of Heero and throw, yes truly thrown into the large screen television. Heero was hauled off his feet and dragged back to the dorm room he share with his rescuer one Trowa Barton. Trowa was kind enough to let me sleep off the alcohol before screaming at him for getting wasted. Heero knew by the fact Trowa was using real word, let alone the screaming, that he was beyond furious. But that was nothing compared to what Nimrod got later when he had the nerve to show up for band practice.

So at the moment their band consisted of Trowa, guitar, Quatre, bass, and Wufei, drums, true one guitarist was really all they had to have but in a month they had a serious of shows scheduled and people were expecting two, they would have to rewrite every song to change it and they apologize to hundreds of people, a large amount of them who thought Nimrod was drop dead gorgeous. In fact the red head was drop dead gorgeous, he stood just below Trowa, his red hair was shaggy like the beetles kind of shaggy, and he had deep green blue eyes that seemed to swirl with color. He was well toned, and slightly tanned. Heero may have gone for him if it weren't for the whole attempted rape thing.

Presently the band was holding a serious of auditions to find at least a temporary replacement, so far they had been painful, no beyond painful, and Heero was sick of it. Now as he sat here listening to his professor rattle off info about how songs were made and what not. Heero was not sure which he hated more, scratch that he did know, he hated the auditions. They were a painful reminder of just how important Nim had been to the group, technically his group he had formed the band but both him and Heero knew that the guys would stay with Heero especially under these circumstances. So Nim vanished, Heero's parents agreed not to pres charges if the boy was transferred really far away like he had to fly to get near Heero again. Nim had also been an amazing asset to the band, his good looks and charm brought the girls in like the piped piper and the children, then his guitar skills caught any others who had conformed yet.

Looking down at his notebook Heero realized his notes were no were near comprehensible and he promptly gave up. Lucky for him the class was over in another five minutes, not so lucky it meant that auditions started in ten.

He left his class and took his time getting to the band room that they had reserved. When he arrived there was already a huge line of "punky" people with guitars of all styles waiting for their turn. Some looked like they might actually know what they were doing, and if not at least looked half way presentable. Most looked like high school freshman who just discovered it was "cool" to be punk, and dear god there are even emo people. Heero shivered and slid in through a side door.

"Oi, Heero where have you been. We were supposed to start a few minutes ago. I know your class is not that far." Hilde the band's "manager" quipped as he plopped down in one of the many folding chairs.

"Hn." Heero just crossed his arms and nodded. Letting the rest of the band he was ready, or at least willing to pretend he was ready.

"I go let the first five in." Hilde bounced to the door and started counting. They hoped in groups the auditions would go smoother, or faster, or something like that.

In marched five boys, the first whose name was Draza was scrawy, he worn loose black pants, a black tank that said in gold punk, and then various rubber bracelets. He pulled out a Gibson guitar and then proceeded to play a nirvana song. Heero wanted to jump across the table and kill him. Kurt Cobain couldn't play guitar really there fore no one, and I mean no one should attempt one of his songs for an audition unless they are really good, and Draza just plan sucked. The nexted up was one of the emo people Heero had seen mixed in who turned out to be named Conner, and proceed to play bright eyes, Heero tried not to scream, He didn't know where this kid got off, but pretending to be Coner Oberst did not impress anyone, especially Heero who had heard his music, and knew for a fact this kid was no where near as good. He was followed by a kid playing queen we are the champions, who wasn't half bad, but turned out to be fifteen. The last two equally sucked one playing a Dir en Grey song, Jessica, and the other playing the theme song from Ruroni Kenshin. Heero was ready to die. For another hour and half they had a repeat performance of the general suckiness of the modern musician. Heero finally screamed bloody murder at some poor sap about how they all need to go home and listen to some real good music and then listen to themselves and hear how truly bad they sound, and that in no way shape or form was Heero or his band mates that desperate to hire a fucking fifteen year old. He would rather go to hell and burn first, or cosplay has Mana, and despite how good that man looked Heero would never wear a dress. Then he ranted about how Mana barely picked up the guitar have the time, he rather pranced around stage and danced, yet he would still rather have him be the new guitarist then anyone here. He only stopped when Quatre politely said he sounded like he strongly dislike Mana, which he most definitely did not, the man was by far one of Heero's idles even in a dress.

After that no one else came in. Heero sat pouting in his chair for a good fifteen minutes before anyone was willing to say anything.

"Maybe we should look into using a recording for the shows." Wufei muttered.

"No."

"Heero I know you don't want to fake it, I now you have your morals, and your honestly, or what ever, but seriously this obviously is not working. You were this close to insulting Mana." Wufei made a gesture with his fingers to represent the space he spoke of.

"I would never insult Mana. The man is a musical genius."

"I now that, but-"

"He wouldn't use a recording."

"First you don't really now that, not that I'm saying your wrong, second Mana could get people to quit bands and join him, we don't have that kind of power."

"You know all this jrock talk as got me thinking." Hilde suddenly voiced.

"You say that like we aren't basically a jrock band, expect for the fact I'm the only Japanese person here." Heero gave her a sarcastic look.

"No I mean the talk about Mana, I know this guy, I went to high school with him. He was way into the Malice Mizer, Dir en Grey, Miyavi, etc., you know all that fun jrock stuff."

"And we care because?" Wufei waved his hand around in a get to the point motion.

"Yah, yah. You care because he plays guitar, and he can sing." Hilde smiled wickedly, and then bit her lip.

"Why do I feel a but coming on?" Heero put his head down on the table and waited.

"He hated playing or singing for, around, or in front of people, especially strangers. I only know because I surprised him in the practice rooms at school once."

"Great." Wufei said sarcasticly. "That's just what we need."

"Hey you guys need a guitarist, he needs to get a life, I think it's a perfect match."

"If he would play in front of people!" Wufei barked.

Heero sighed loudly and lifted this head. "How do we find him?"

"Easy he goes to this college." Hilde hopped off the table. "We could go find him now if you want."

"Fine." Heero muttered.

"Sorry Yuy, but I have stuff to do." Wufei stood up, "Why don't you go and talk to him and then we can start off tomorrow with him playing?"

"Yeah. That sounds good." Trowa too stood. "Me and Quatre have some work to get done."

Heero growled has his band mates abandoned him to go in search for this shy guitarist with only Hilde. Heero moaned and followed Hilde out the front door and into the street.