That new Shippuuden-OPENING is loooove ! I think I may bring Sai to this fic, just 'cause he's.. Sai. You know..
Warnings: perverted taxidrivers, New York gig nro 1 (yes, it gets its own warning), random make-out sessions, lots of complaining
Mood music: Hellsing OST nro 1 & 2
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The singer feels nauseous as he steps into the sunlight. Even with sunglasses on, headache pounds into his skull, his insides are turning upside down with anger and nervousness. It takes two very long minutes for him to prevent himself from running back inside, thoughts still on the last dream. That was just... creepy. After tossing his manager's note to the carbage bin, he waves his hand to catch the attention of a taxi – already forgetting that Pain's already reserved a driver for him, who cares?– and hisses angrily. This morning is certainly the definition of horrible.
Fuck it. I don't feel like being awake right now, but then again... dreaming won't do anything good either.
He shudders at the memory of the dream and unconsciously licks his lips, tasting something bitter that's unrecognizable. Shiver. The taxi comes and Sasuke steps in, rubbing his temples, not really bothering to look at the driver. It doesn't take long for the car to stop, the singer on the backseat has not once looked around.
"This is your stop. I'll let you go without paying, mr Uchiha I'm a big fan of yours" the taxi driver slurrs, he's a rugged-looking man with strange silver hair, his left eye hidden by it. His grin is uncomfortable. Sasuke snorts and tosses a dollar towards him.
"Take it. Thanks for the ride, mister-who-ever-the-fuck-you-are," he says quietly and turns to walk to the big, hip-looking building, with the word HEBI carved on the doors. He puts his hands into his pockets, keeping the uninterested gaze fixed on those maindoors. Hmmm, this tingly feeling in the back of his head...
What the..?... the turns and his eyebrow starts to twitch. That damn driver is still there, quite obviously staring at his adored, leather-clad butt. Ain't it tough to be a hottie? And famous? Sasuke flips his middle finger and disappears into the building, which seems to be ready to swallow him.
He's feeling even more drowsy inside, taking in the desks, coatracks, sofas, pictures on the walls. If this place is supposed to be homey, it fails to do so. The floor feels cold, even through the bottoms of Sasuke's thick boots. He wishes for his jacket, but bears with it, raising his head in time to see a pair of high-heeled shoes with a pair of long legs heading his way.
"Uchiha-san?" The woman is snobby, the way she's looking at him tells of a immediate disgust, like she doesn't have any happiness in her. She's short like a hobbit and Sasuke feels strangely superior next to her, hiding his smirk. If she hates him already, then well yeah, why should he care? It's not like she's the only one. He snorts and nods, taking off his sunglasses. The woman motions for him to follow. He keeps his silence and watches the fimly lit corridors with disinterest. He's still shivering, the jacket he actually brought with him doesn't offer much warmth.
After a minute which feels like an eternity, the snobby lady stops and opens a door leading to a large room. Sasuke's hangover feels worse the second he sees his bandmates; his idiot for a drummer nearly falling off the stage, his other idiot for a guitarist jumping around like a stupid little monkey, the others being a little more mature.
"Sasuke, yo, yeaaaaaah!" Dei greets, waving his hand excitedly.
"You made it here alive!" Hidan snickers and prepares to tackle the singer. Unfortunately, Sasuke rolls his eyes and dodges it, the tackle failing miserably, sending Hidan sprawled on the floor. Hands still in pockets, the singer walks in, looking around, something flickering in his black eyes. This stage is much bigger than the usual club ones, without losing its intimacy, the shady feeling that Sasuke admits the very much likes.
"I take it from your look, that it is to your liking, Sasuke-kun?" His black eyes stand fixed in the stage, he knows for sure, that Pain's hypnotic eyes are staring at him, never blinking.
"It's fine," he says and yawns, headache still very much existant. Pain's eyes narrow, he doesn't say a thing. It's that danger around him, the feeling around their manager, the power he holds. It makes the others shiver. Sometimes he reminds everyone of a lizard or a snake, the way he just stares and stares. And doesn't blink. Cunning bastard, he knows what goes around in everyone's mind. Sasuke glances at him, doesn't speak.
"Sasukeeee! Come see the view!" The singer climbs to the stage to join his bandmates, to get his mind off everything else. Ignores the two idiot blonds, nods to Zetsu, shakes head to Kisame, whose fingers are moving like he's already behind his keyboard. Sasuke labels all of them as freaks and just wants to go back to sleep. After all, long day before tonight's gig and of course those idiots will -
"Hey, Sasuke, come with us to the center, will ya?"
- want to go shopping like giggling teenage girls or just innocently explore the city. Jesus. Sasuke shrugs.
"Whatever. But not for long, I need to get back to sleep," he says, annoyed. Deidara jumps away from the stage, yelling something about explosives – it's a miracle he hasn't been arrested yet -, Hidan already digs his pockets for money, eyes gleaming dangerously. Kisame makes mocking remarks at Zetsu, dodging when the black and white bassist tries to hit him without blinking an eye. Sasuke had always had the reason to suspect that the bassist was suffering of multiple personality disorder, no normal human would change their moods so quickly. He turns a blind eye to them and just leads the way, Pain's presence looming over them.
They ride to the city, Sasuke sighing in relief to realize it's a different taxi, blabber and watch the scenery, actually enjoying the fact that they're in New York, the capital of... well, everything. Sasuke's been here before, he doesn't like America very much, it's just too... american. Bright and noisy and how he misses Japan, his hometown Kyoto, the temples, the quiet little places. Sometimes on tour he realizes he's just so homesick, which I kind of pathetic, since hasn't he travelled much before? Publicity comes with a price, he knows it way too well.
Glancing at his bandmates, though, that fact doesn't seem to faze them at all. Some of his headache is slipping away, seeing Hidan and Deidara point at everything to each other and blabber and blabber and somehow Sasuke's not at all annoyed by it.
The car halts to a stop, Pain orders a bodyguard, which they really don't need, to follow them, the weird-looking man with strange eyes to follow them. In New York, it's not a miracle if you see a celebrity, they can blend in here quite well, after all, there are just too many people. S.I.N puts on some sunglasses, a cap to hide Deidara's wild blond hair and off they go.
Hidan starts a conversation with the bodyguard, cunning fingers tingling the bigger man's arm, sneaky touch on the other's black hair. They know Hidan and recognize the familiar lusty glint in his eyes. For fuck's sake, control yourself! Deidara nags at the drummer for being an horny monkey and earns a chuckle from Kisame, who wiggles his nearly invisible eyebrows towards the girls that run past them. Sasuke stares ahead, feeling quite light-headed, it's his hangover's fault, why isn't it gone yet? He hides his eyes and doesn't even blink to the lusty gazes, giggling sounds from teenage girls. Few of them recognize, ask for an autograph which they grant for those who dare to ask.
It's no big deal, like it happens everyday.
If he had watched the passerbys more closely, would he have noticed two darkhaired men, with the same kind of eyes, watching him from afar?
Sasuke follows obediently the others, flat-out refusing to carry any of the others' bags, making a snappy remark on how much they are spending money. And they whine about him being a bitch again and him chuckling darkly. Slowly his own thoughts drift away from the others', setting on tonight's gig, on the upcoming horde of fangirls.
Setting on...
eyes like the night itself, incubus' silky voice, hotter, hotter touch
Sasuke stops, suddenly feeling like he's freezing.
He looks around, around and sees no one. Pain stares at him with unblinking eyes and raises one questioning eyebrow. Sasuke shakes his head, just walks. He wasn't thinking about that man, no, he wasn't about eyes darker than black
After an hour he's quite ready to kill himself. Being in the centre of this, of the noise and the people and the millions of shops was tiring. Deidara trying to balance a huge icecream tower in front of a small café. Hidan finding four new girlfriends and flirting with their bodyguard at the same time. Kisame scaring little kids. Zetsu disappeares somewhere to his own privacy and Sasuke feels like he should do the same time.
Well, he doesn't have to actually do it himself. They appear in the too big mall, watching and sniffing and looking around and soon the singer finds himself quite alone and lost, although the latter he does not admit.
Will you hold me now, hold me now (1)
A girl sings from somewhere, he turns and walks, drawn to it. My frozen heart It's a small shop, meant for girls, of course. Such a miserable song, the girl sounds like she's desperate, in pain. He snorts and stops, leans against the wall. His phone doesn't ring, he doesn't call. It beeps once and goes blind and deaf. Sasuke still closes his eyes and listens, suddenly feeling like the singer is singing about him.
Am I ever gonna feel the same way again?
Shut up. Like I ever felt something. He pulls his hood up and stares into nothingness, not noticing two shadows looming around the corner, not noticing that the saleswoman in the girly shop with the melancholic music is looking at him worriedly. Her hair is bubblegum-pink, she blinks at him, clearly not knowing who he is. Sasuke sits down on the bench next to him, lays his bags – why he has those, he doesn't know – at his feet. Sigh. Another one. The suffocating feeling is there again.
The song still plays behind him, making him miss winter back at home.
I can't seem to find my way out alone
Yeah, he can't. He's so deep in his thoughts he doesn't realize he's being watched, not just by that pink-haired girl behind him, in the shop with the glassdoors.
Can you wake me?
Nobody can. He sighs and -
"Sasuke."
Flinch. Black eyes meet the dark of the night and he stiffens, the song vanishing into distance. He stands up, grabbing his bags. Please make it all go away
Was he wishing that man would come again? He shakes his head, turns and runs, not caring about the stares. Itachi stands at the same spot, smirk on his face, but no real joy in his eyes.
Am I ever gonna feel myself again
The one next to him, tall man with wild black hair and expressionless eyes, gazes at him and says nothing. If Sasuke had stayed, he would have noticed a same sort of feeling with that man than that what he feels near Pain. The feeling of weird power, like you couldn't say no to this man.
"Ma - "
"Go," the other man says in a commanding tone, sudden anger in the voice that is deeper than the night.
And Itachi goes, he goes and follows Sasuke, who has quite quickly stopped running. Why the man does it, he can't say, although the little voice in the back of his head nags it being for his fun, for the joy of game, the hunt. The singer passes by a dressing room, goes back and stops there, tossing his bags to the floor. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! He stumbles for his phone, it has to have enough power for him to make just one call - ! Or maybe his wallet, if there's some money, he could...
"The fuck you're - !" His mouth opens, when he sees the one who snatches the phone, his wallet from his hands.
No time for asking questions (2)
No time for wondering
Sasuke backs away, starting to feel very trapped in the awfully small dressing room.
"Fuck off," he snarls. Itachi looks at him, slight smirk forming to his terribly handsome face – why that fucker isn't ugly, the rocker can't say -, slowly tugging Sasuke's belongings away. You want to play a new game
"You don't need these," he says quietly, closing the door behind him. His smaller companion snorts in disgust. He ignores the pounding song of the shop, Itachi listens to it and his smirk widens.
"Maybe I do," Sasuke hisses and cracks his knuckles. He'll punch the other if necessary. And clearly it is necessary.
"No, no, Sasuke-kun, that won't do," the other says, the honorific sounding so wrong coming out of his mouth. It's rude when he doesn't add it, it's horrible when he does, he makes it sound like he's talking to a little kid.
"Don't you dare - "
"Yes I dare," Itachi adds, eyes narrowing and Sasuke gets the same dangerous feeling that he gets from Pain, that he would have gotten from the man with Itachi. The wall stops his movement, no, no, he can't get away.
"Don't run."
"Like I could do that, fucker," he snarls, keep your eyes in his eyes, if you look away he'll...a hand reaches out and moves to his hair, tugging a strand of darker than black hair.
"You'll get wrinkles to your pretty face like that," Itachi whispers, his fingers tangling in Sasuke's hair. The latter shivers, with disgust, with anticipation.
Your blood like ice (3)
The pop song starts, it's beats reach the ears of the two cramped in the dressing room. Itachi grins and a creepy grin it is.
He leans forward, Sasuke raises his hands that are suddenly shaking, daring for the other to come few inches closer...
one look could kill
"You do not scare me, Sa-" One caress on his cheek.
My pain
"-Su-" The other's breathing on his face feels way too warm.
Your thrill
"-Ke" Itachi's eyes are too dark and Sasuke closes his, not daring to look.
"Good boy." He doesn't even have the time to protest, his defenses crumble the very second those lips reach his, the strong body presses against his.
Your mouth so hot
"F-fuck... you," it comes out as a whine and Sasuke punches the chest of the other, weakly, too weakly.
Your web I'm caught
The other steals his breath, he likes it, he hates it, those arms that sneak around him to crush him against the black-clad body. The mouth that cruelly clutches against his, the tongue invading his mouth.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
How he hates it, but can't admit he likes it.
"Sasuke." Itachi's hands are way too strong, his fingers bite through his shirt, his jacket, his nails scratch his skin, his skinny little hipbones. The little fact that they are in the middle of a busy store kinda escapes both of them. Sasuke snarls quietly, hand already raising, Itachi grabbing his wrist, backing away a bit.
"Try that again and I will do something that you really won't appreciate," the taller man says, his smirk gone, his expression fading at the sight of the hatred in Sasuke's half-open eyes.
"What makes you say..." Itachi bites his neck and he hisses in pain.
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
"Fuck... what makes you fucking think that I - " The other's fingers escape under his shirt, they feel like they're burning against Sasuke's porcelain doll skin.
"That will come later," Itachi whispers, laughing at the song.
"... actually... appreciate..." His protest is cut off, Itachi's kiss is hard and cold and cruel, his hands on his chest, his stomach unfeeling. The rocker tries, yeah, he tries but nothing works, like his strength is being poured out of him the very moment. Now the other's eyes are too over-whelming, he shuts himself off, flinching when he tries to catch his breath, the other backing away for an inch.
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
"Fuck off," he says for the third time, voice so weak, so childish. Kiss, kiss, kiss, another after other, Itachi's hands slide to his back, scratch the back of the leather-clad trousers. Sasuke claws at his chest, not wanting to enjoy any of this.
I wanna taste you
The feeling of wrong comes suddenly.
But your lips are venomous poison
As suddenly as it began, it's gone. Sasuke takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, looks around. No one's there.
I don't wanna break these chains
He searches for his money, his phone and finds none. Uncertain finger rises and touches his lower lip, tongue tastes something ethereal, other-wordly. He runs out of the dressing room, he just wants to get the fuck away.
- - -
"Maaaaan, I can't believe the high and mighty rock GOD got lost!" Hidan snickers for the tenth time that night, adding more gel to his already slick hair. Sasuke unceremoniously empties a glass of water on his head, eyebrow twitching. It's only half an hour before tonight's gig and he's nerves are on the edge.
"Sasuke, are these yours?" Kisame tosses a lithe black phone and a leather wallet on the table, wonder on his shark-life face. The singer turns around, eyes widening slightly. He checks the objects, nodding to himself. Was it that guy again? Did he return these?
"The one downstairs said some dude came and gave these. A real heart-throb, she says," Kisame drifts off to his own things, already forgetting what he was going to say. Sasuke barely prevents himself from snarling, tugging his stuff to his bag, boots squeaking quietly.
Half an hour drifts by in a haze, Deidara is fussing about his wild, wild blond hair, making faces at his mirror. Zetsu snores in his chair. Sasuke takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Don't give a rat's ass about that fucker, he tells himself, nods quietly and knows he's ready.
Tonight it's going to be the first time they're going to sing few new singles live. What will the yankees like about them, they'll see.
Sounds go quiet, people run past and forth, making motions for S.I.N to come to stage.
They don't look at each other, there's no need for that.
Forget everything.
Focus.
Focus.
Sasuke struts to the stage seconds later after the others, black eyes in haze, taking in the scent of intimacy, leather, lust.
"You know who we are," he whispers. He's smirking now, eyes gleaming, touch hot on his hips. That's all he says, before glancing at Deidara, whose fingers are already moving too fast for human eye to see. He's grinning widely, flirt, flirt you mechanical boy, blond hair gleaming in the lights. Hidan beats his drums like a madman, the expression on his face reminds of a wild animal. His beats touch everyone's hearts, one feels them at the bottom of their throat.
Kisame plays, he's grinning too, nails leaving scratches to the keyboards.
Zetsu looms over them, the tall black and white figure, ever-expressionless eyes settling on the audience, his face unreadable.
And Sasuke shouts to the microphone at the top of his lungs, the darkness of his music swallowing him. Can you hear this, fucker?
One can only wonder how such a skinny body can hold such power. He yells, says the words of pain, suffer, curses, they don't make music of happy things, they tell of the world just right it is, black and white and grey and all of their tones.
So he sings and another group of people is swept away by his sin.
His sin of being so weak.
Thought so, he thinks to himself, when his gaze catches the familiar dark-haired figure at the back, moving steadily closer.
Don't you dare... his grip on the microphone is tighter, his voice much more angrier.
Itachi is closer, glancing up at him. Sasuke leans down and screams aloud, the audience screaming along. Rage ends and another one begins, the singer struts away, closer to Deidara, hand on blond hair, whispering something. The guitarist's eyes widen, he bursts out laughing. His playing is so wild, so wild, focus, focus, Sasuke finds his way closer to the edge of the stage, dark eyes digging a hole through Itachi's skull.
"Fuck off," he says quietly, keeping the microphone away, knowing that the man hears him anyway. Itachi's smirk just widens.
"Make me," he answers mockingly, Sasuke snarls, stands up.
Song after song, scream after scream, he locks his eyes to another pair of darkness and shivers.
Something is waking up inside of him and he's not sure if he likes it.
(Writer's block hit me like a tsunami.) Two cameo-roles of two well-known Naruto characters in this. Anyone catch those? I'll give you a cookie.
(1) lyrics from Winter Sleep by OLIVIA (2) lyrics from Meet Your Master by Nine Inch Nails (3) lyrics from Poison, originally by Alice Cooper, but it's the Groove Coverage-version I mean here. Those lyrics are there on purpose, meant to reflect Sasuke's feelings a little.
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