...And so Zero was sent off to America. Why?... You weren't listening were you? -sigh- lets take it from the top.
Lost Memories
"WHAT?"
"Hush Zero, you'll scare off every one of those adorable little birds, I mean look at their big eyes, and they have the cutest little voices and, and they chirp in the morning and ooh did you see that new nest they built? They are so small but so strong and-" With every word, the headmaster was getting more and more off topic than usual, a tactic he used when he wanted to avoid something.
"-BAM"
"...-gulp- now now Zero, you should point a gun that close, it like your trying to shoot me...oh" With a nervous chuckle, the now frantic blond hurried behind a flowerpot and tried to avoid as much eye contact as humanly possible with the silver haired hunter's was glare boring into him.
"Get serious, Cross, now"
With a sigh the master hunter pushed his glasses up slightly and walked to his chair and looked back, his previous character gone and a more worried look took it's place.
"My colleagues in America are in need of assistance. There is a shortage of hunters in America so we are transferring a group there to help out. And to ensure that it's not too obvious, we are going to disguise the group as a Visual Kei band going on tour in America. It'll make it so there's an excuse to travel around with out making the more stricter personal suspicious...Zero?"
Zero was out the door once the word 'America' was spoken of. Although he may not look it, the idea of being in a country that large freaked him out. You see, Zero never had the best sense of direction so it resulted in him losing the way...a lot. It's hard enough in Japan, but America? No thank you.
The hunter was too caught up in his thoughts and soon he saw a figure in front of him, well, he saw the figure just a tad too late. He felt his feet lose contact with the ground and he cursed at himself before he awaited the kiss of the harsh concrete floor... But right before he hit the floor, strong hands gripped his shoulders, balancing him. Suddenly he felt small. Those hands were large, fingers long, and were gripping his shoulders in a almost possessive way. It was a surprised, spur of the moment act, but for some reason, it felt right?
"Oi oi~, don't keep him to yourself~" A voice spoke from a distance.
"Right, he's our vocalist, not just yours ya' know" Another voiced added.
"Just don't cause trouble you brats." One more voice muttered.
And so the five went to America.
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Okay so this is where the story branches off, either I'm going to write the whole America thing (which I probably wont _) or I'll do a time skip to where they five go back to japan and the amnesia comes into play..
Plus I want to add, this is just a draft, more for me, but just to kind of gush out my thoughts and fix and stuff when the story becomes more clear in my head... so xD. One more thing, CHARACTERS!, help? When I do even the slightest AU stories, I have a hard time assigning characters so help is much appreciated.
Notes:
They come back to japan and zero is different?
Accident causes amnesia
Open relationship with guitarist
Kaname gets jealous.
