A/Note: here is chapter four... I really don't think I'm going to continue this or not. Remember, reviews= chapters!

Rating: T. This is also a Yaoi, BL, boyxboy, or what ever you prefer to call it.

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Chapter 4: The Piano Shattered.

I walked into work that day with a huge smile on my face. I don't know why. I guess I was just feeling like I achieved something great (Which I hadn't. Not in the least.). I put on my apron, and took my place behind the bar counter, waiting for the customers to come rolling in. At this time, it would be me, and Kurapika by ourselves since we were the only two that agreed to come to work an hour early, but strangely he wasn't here yet. Sometimes I found him at one of the tables reading a book as big as the Oxford Dictionary, or at the bar tapping away at his phone. The latter was highly uncommon.

I heard the the 'ting' of the bell, signaling a customer had entered (Honestly I really don't know why Kuroro waisted his money on that thing. With the music that would blare loudly, you could never have it. Come to think of it, maybe that'll be useful now... Since our new music is crap.). I looked over to see Kurapika tying his apron around his waist. His blue eyes caught mine, and he smiled.

"Here early eh, Killua?" He asked. Almost teasing me. As we all know I don't handle teasing well.

"Shut up," I muttered, "I came here just because I was bored."

His eyes widened a little but his smile didn't fade. That's one thing that creeps me out about him. He never seems to stop smiling.

"We all have our reasons." He stated quietly. What the hell was supposed to mean?

"What do you mean by that?" I asked. The curiosity pretty evident in my voice.

He shrugged, sending me another smile, "I don't know... I just needed something reply with. It would be rude not to answer a question I clearly heard." He answered.

"You humor me." I stated slightly monotonous.

He let out a short laugh, then that was the end of our short, and very rare conversation.

I spent the hour cleaning tables, wiping down glasses, and setting up the chairs for the tables. When I was finished, I plopped down on the counter and took out my phone. I out on my headphones and started listening to U2. It was a band that Gon recommend that I listen to. Said it would help calm down my nerves or some shit like that. Honestly, I have to admit, they're a pretty good band. It's been a week, and I already bought three of their albums.

Seven o'clock came around, and the employees started to come in one by one. Kuroro being the first, and Pokkle being last. (With a record of forty-five minutes late. I swear that dude never comes to work on time.) Kuroro gave all of us one of his daily pep-talks, then everyone got to work.

Finally at around 8:15 we got our first customer for the night, then after that, everyone started rolling in. Some by them selves, and others with large groups.

My favorite part about working in the pub is when nine o'clock comes around, and Kuroro switches the raid io on, and everyone cheers and goes crazy. Speaking of music, we seem to be missing one of our employees... Wonder who it is.

Suddenly the front door burst open, and almost everyone in the pub turned to see who it was.

As if on cue, there stood X carrying tons of equipment such as speakers, and other stuff I had never seen before. The first thing I noticed about him, were the dark circles under his eyes. He had those yesterday too, but today the seemed far more noticeable. The are around his right eye was also a dark purple color, with scratches adorning his jawline. He had a tight white bandage around his left rest, some parts stained a dark red with -what I'm guessing was blood.

He stood there for a moment, looking at everything and everyone. It seemed like forever.

"Here I'll help you with that." Said Kurapika, hopping over the counter, and taking the pile of equipment from him. He didn't say anything, instead he just stood there as Kurapika brought the stuff on stage.

"Dude..." Started Pokkle, "what the hell happened to your face?"

X turned to him, and studied him for a moment, before simply responding, "I got in a fight."

"Is that why you're so late?" I asked.

He turned to me, and when his eyes connected with mine, his expression dramatically turned cold, "No. I'm late because I had to hull all that equipment here with nothing to hold it in." He took a step towards the stage, "Because you would give a fuck." Then he walked into the stage, and began setting up.

"What the hell is his problem?" Asked Pokkle. "Just met him, and I already don't like the dude..."

"Me and him got into a little complicated relationship" I answered. "He's a complete dick..."

"Yeah I see that..." He responded.

"Just don't get on his bad side... That's a mistake that I made. Then again, I wouldn't mind showing his tiny ass who's boss."

Pokkle looked at me and laughed, "Shut up, Killua. I bet that kid would dominate you in a fight. The proof is on his face. Shit, he looks like he just came from a cage boxing tournament."

I looked back at X, and watched as he set up everything for his music. I kinda felt bad, because he seemed like he was struggling to lift up and move all that stuff that he brought. Wasn't Kirapika supposed to be helping him or something? I guess the blond ditched him.

"I'm going to go help him out," I said.

"I thought you hated him?" Pokkle grabbed my arm, looking at me, confused.

"Yeah I do." I responded, "But his stupid ass looks like he's struggling."

Pokkle just blinked as a response, then shrugged and went to go attend to one of the customers.

I made my way across the pub, and walked up on stage and stood next to him. He didn't seem to notice I was there. I watched him for a moment as his slender fingers plugged in cables, and flipped switches. it was almost mesmerizing.

"Stop staring, you pervert. I'm underage." He said. Knocking me out of my thoughts, and bringing me back to reality.

I felt my face heat up a little, "What makes you think I was staring? I could've just gotten here."

He turned around, and locked his eyes on mine. They seemed to glow under the stage lights, "Do you take me for stupid? I saw your damn shadow, you fucking idiot." He then turned back to whatever he was doing.

"Real funny, dumbass." I said, "Do you need help with anything?"

He visibly froze, then turned back to me again, "Yeah. Stop talking so I can concentrate."

"Im serious"

"So am I."

"Why are you such a dick?"

"Why do fucking care?"

"I just do"

"Why do you want to help?"

"I don't know"

"So then why is your ass over here?"

"Be cause you look like you need help! I want to help!"

He looked at me, not saying anything. His expression didn't change but his eyes did show a hint of surprise in them. We stared at each other for the next minute or so. Neither of us knowing what to say. I could feel my face heating up from embarrassment.

"So do you need help?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.

He nodded, and pointed to a small speaker on the other side of the stage, "Go plug that speaker into the wall, please..."

"Alright..." I let a soft smile creep up onto my lips. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm sure I hate this dudes ass.

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Three hours had past, and the bar was pumping up like crazy. Everyone was jells turnt. Turns out that all of X's equipment was for making music that people would actually dance to. I guess there is more to a keyboard than the keyboard itself...

I looked over at him, and groaned when I saw he was hanging out with Kurapika and Pokkle. Laughing like the idiot he is.

"That's new!" I heard Kurapika say, "You don't look like that type..." What type?

"I wasn't. And I'm not." Responded X. "They offered it to me. I was only in that business for about two months. But I did many photo shoots. Like maybe around ten..." I heard a laugh coming from Pokkle.

"Tell me this. How in the world did you get in? You told me you had a lot of scars." Asked Pokkle. What in the world were they talking about? I approached the three of them, X seeing me first, then Kurapika, then Pokkle.

"Hello Killua" Greeted Kurapika.

Pokkle just waved.

I wasn't paying attention to that. I was looking dead into X's eyes. I shivered as I watched his pupils narrow like they had on the first day they met.

"What do want?" He asked me.

"Just want to know what you guys are talking about. Is that a problem?" I asked, sitting in the seat next to Pokkle.

He was about to open his mouth to say something, until Kurapika unintentionally cut him off, "Can you believe that X had a small modeling job?"

I tried my best to keep a poker-face, but I just couldn't. I started laughing, because X being a model just wasn't doing well in my mind.

"You got a problem, shitface?" X asked me.

My laughing died down, and turned back towards him, "Sorry. I just find that hard to believe."

He shrugged, "Believe what you want"

"So did you have a stage name?" Asked Pokkle.

He nodded, "Yeah... It was a girls name though. My photographer said something about bringing in the males too. Or some shit like that..." He stopped for a moment to let out a small cough, "My name was YoLandi."

Model, eh? This kid is sure something.


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A/Note: So yep! X used to be a model! Hm... Wonder what else he's hiding... So how did you guys like this chapter, eh? What really happened to get X all banged up? Hm...