THIS IS MY BIRTHDAY UPDATE TO YOU GUYS! Because we're at 60 reviews right now and I'm like "YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M ON SUCH A LOVING RAMPAGE THAT YOU GUYS GET A RIDICULOUSLY EARLY UPDATE! LOVE ME. LOVE ME I SAY!"
I also have this crazy idea to do freestanding SasuNaru oneshots... SHOULD THAT EVEN ATTEMPTABLE. Idk, man, but it's been bugging me for a while and I'd love to get prompts and stuff-fa-fa but ANYWAYS.
Warning: Guys. I don't even remember. Just remember that if anything detrimental happens.. you still love me c; Pretty words like this mean they're singinggg.
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Chapter Nine: Hell Yeah It's Our Song
Shit… shit… oh shit. Oh rainbow colored guppies I'm so—
"You're late."
Sasuke's leaning against the door to the recording studio looking like he wanted to fuck me… I mean. Like he wanted to punch me. Stupid brain, why would he want to fuck me? I need a cat.
I give him my killer smile that was commented by Japan's most popular magazine, Linx, to be able to melt anyone's heart in a matter of seconds. Too bad it didn't work on Sasuke since, you know, he doesn't own a heart. "Would you believe how terrible traffic was today?"
Sasuke didn't look amused. "You take the train."
I shrugged. "Dude. Congestion on a train is terrible. I don't even know how I survived without getting some major injuries!"
"Quit the dramatics and get in the studio."
I'd like to get in your pants.
Good thing I didn't say that out loud.
"Pushy bastard…" I just got here! And I was legitimately late because of the train—I don't lie about my trains—so he shouldn't be so moody! Hoisting my duffle bag a little higher on my shoulder I followed the prick into the recording studio. Kyuubi was already there sitting at the controls with one huge headphone taped to his ear.
"You better not be talking about me, Kit, or I'll skin your ass." Kyuubi had the intimidation of a rabid coyote. But you see, I had the wit of a graceful roadrunner so a gangster redhead was no problem for me!
"Why? Because you know it's true?" I dropped my duffle bag on a nearby bench, fully aware that I was pushing one of the best producers to ever hit the music industry's buttons but hey… it's my uncle. What's the worse he's gonna do?
Wait. Don't answer that. He could do a shit load of terrible stuff.
Kyuubi looks like he's about to throw that pencil in his hand right for my throat. "If you weren't my nephew brat…"
Sasuke walks up beside me and shakes his head, "One of these days he's really going to kill you."
"Awww, would you miss me?"
"Nope. Not really."
Damn. Well. I tried.
"All right you freaks," Kyuubi leans back in his ridiculously huge black chair and raises two fingers in the air like a gun, "Show me what you've got so far."
Sasuke pulls out his notebook of secrets and wonders and flips through the numerous doodled pages to a fresh one with words written on it. Have I mentioned Sasuke has pretty handwriting? It was all-neat and perfect and loopy like a girl's. Then there's me. Naruto Chicken Scrawl. It's sad, really, that I'm bumming myself out comparing our styles of writing.
"I came up with a few words last night. And a couple of phrases," he starts to shoot them off routinely, like a soldier would scream if he was told to recite battle plans to his lieutenant, just that he lacked any emotion in his words. "Road, snow, light, regrets, moments, keys, and notes." Oh, those last two were highly original. Way to fucking go, Uchiha.
Kyuubi frowns slightly at the word choices. He was really hard to please because he took what he did with our music seriously. Literally Kyuubi wouldn't let us leave the studio for weeks until we got one sentence down perfectly. It was for his image, mostly, but also because he had the confidence and skill to make a few lines of what could be poetry into the most amazing song to ever hit your ears. I give props where props are definitely due.
"Those sound so… generic. Moments and regrets? Come on kid, some music artist out there already used those themes eons ago. Note and keys we may be able to work with, but I'm not too sure. Let's hear your phrases."
I can tell Sasuke's getting a little irritated from being shot down so quickly because little lines come over his forehead and his eyebrows scrunch up together in this really cu—creepy way. Right. Creepy. It was creepy. "Keys fell from the sky, one by one unlocking the ground and breaking up the earth."
"Intense," I nod in approval, "And my soul started to shatter the minute our eyes locked, and we knew the notes were warnings that we couldn't control." My voice was soft, trembling slightly as the words made dreams in my head. A world coming apart at the seams because too many secrets became known between two people and there was just so many gaps that the bridges couldn't repair, things just started to fall.
Sasuke's eyes lit up and he sings off another line right off the bat, "Can't we go back and fix the wounds we forcibly opened? We tried so hard and we fought so long—"
"—Yet it all seems in vain, because our hearts were so blind to the warnings the keys gave and the notes that we played were nothing more but hollow tunes."
This was how Sasuke and I worked when we started a song. We could be the worst of enemies outside the studio but once we're inside, have a notebook in-between us, the wide gap I thought I'd never be able to cross gets covered by music. We're connected with our music. Our songs have equal amounts of us in it. Sasuke the lyrics, I the sound. We switch off back and forth, batting off lyrics and words and phrases but in the end the songs we make come from our hearts and I get the feeling that… just for a while… Sasuke and I have something that goes way beyond just being a musical group.
We sing off lyrics back and forth, creating a chorus and cranking out bridges like nobody's business. By the time we're done Kyuubi's cackling like a hyena, I'm smiling like an idiot, and even Sasuke has the practicality to let a little grin come onto his face. I like it when he grins.
It's nice.
That one I'll actually admit to.
"That, my little buggers, is what I call music," Kyuubi's grinning like a psycho and leans back in his chair.
"Well obviously! You're working with MAXED-OUT!" I flick my thumb over my nose and shoot him a cocky grin, "You can't expect anything more but our absolute best and beyond!"
"Agreed," Sasuke adds in smoothly, that small smile still playing on his lips. I kind of wonder if that smile's for me… it's probably for the music and the moment and all that jazz but it's not bad to dream a little, huh?
Kyuubi snorted, "Like I had any doubts! So is that going to be our opening and what?"
"I was thinking it would be more for Haru and Silo," Sasuke said.
"I'm digging it," I add in. It works with us. When I think about the lyrics and how we were able to build off each other like that like we knew what the other one was thinking, it's just how Haru and Silo start to become in the drama. They know each other. They become one entity based on hardships and disabilities.
This song… right here… is our song.
My heart flutters at that. Stupid thing.
"All right, all right. I can work with that. All right you fuckers, let's get the other characters down and then tackle the opening and closing and close this bastard up!"
"Let's!" fist pump for the win!
Sasuke rolls his eyes at how awesome we are. Because you know, Kyuubi and me are about as awesome as we can get for a psychotic producer and a gorgeous blond. "We'll have to study more on the other character's parts before working on the song. We don't know them as well as we know our own."
"Aw fuck, studying."
"Don't be a slacker, Dobe."
"I'm not a slacker! I was merely voicing my concern."
"Don't."
"Free country, bitch."
"Says who?"
"Says me! Naruto mother fucking boss Uzumaki!"
"I'm sure that's not your real name…"
"Check my damn birth certificate."
"You have one of those? I thought you spawned from a plant underground."
"… I wish to murder you… badly."
Sasuke smirked. Dammit, why is it so sexy when he does that? "Sure. Of course you are. You need me, Dobe. Don't make empty threats."
I wish he wouldn't say that. I wish he wouldn't such a level of truth without even knowing what it did to me. Hell, I can't even explain what it does to me. All I know is that it makes my stomach twist and my heart ache.
Dammit, I need to stop reading that script.
Kyuubi's loud voice comes booming over the studio and I jump about half a foot into the air. "You fuckers better be talking about lyrics and not something that has nothing to do with this shit! I get paid good money to produce, not to pussyfoot!"
Ha…he said pussy.
"Calm down, you old man! Sasuke and I were just talking about how we're gonna work out these songs! No big deal."
"No big deal my ass. We're strapped for time, you bitches, don't make me come over there and strangle you!"
I roll my eyes at his threats but I know if I go any further we could end up very dead, very handsome, j-pop idols. I go for my duffle bag and toss Sasuke a look over my shoulder, "Wanna come with?"
He looks startled, actually, that I have the audacity to ask him to go somewhere with me. Or maybe it's because I'm being civil with him for once and not trying to tear him a new one. Both are very probable assumptions.
"Where?"
Hm. I didn't expect that one.
"Anywhere?" I shrug and hoist up my bag. "Maybe we could go for a run or something. Clear our thoughts and stuff. Then go somewhere to read up the other character's parts." It's what I normally do when I'm stuck on a song. I like running. I get everything out with the sound of my feet hitting solid ground and my labored pants. It just really clears the mind, you know?
Sasuke still looks like I just asked him to have his children, which would be impossible because… well… duh, but after a while he finally comes around and starts to follow me without another word.
Ha. I feel like he's my bitch.
Kyuubi whirls around on us before we even leave the door of the studio, "And where in the hell are you two going?"
"For a run," I reply casually and open the door before giving Sasuke a look. He smirks at me. Oh yeah, he got my single. "See you in a couple of hours, Kyuubi!"
We bolted out of the studio like flying monkeys were trying to eat us. I don't think we even looked back to see if Kyuubi was following us until we made it into the main lobby, panting and heaving like we just ran a marathon.
"That… was… fun," I panted, placing my duffel bag with the secretary with Charisma. She was nice and did me a lot of favors.
Sasuke only smirks back, which is a lot of emotion considering the animosity that's normally between us.
"I suppose."
"That's all you can say? 'I suppose?'" I say the last part in a voice that couldn't possibly match Sasuke's deep and passive one.
That sends Sasuke into a scowl, still sexy but a little more intimidating—barely. "I could go down to one-syllable sentences if you wish."
"No thanks. I like multi-syllable sentences. Makes me feel like I'm talking to a human being and not some robot sent from an alien planet to impregnate me and spawn the destroyer of the world."
Sometimes I wonder where the fuck I come up with this stuff. Seriously. Was I just born a comedian or were my parents hiding their hilarious ways from me all this time and I never knew? Either way I should make a living out of this someday. Sadly, Sasuke can't see my humor because of his prick-like vision and terrible sense of humor. He scowls at me, squints, and shakes his head.
"You're so weird."
Well not shit Sherlock.
"And you're normal?"
"More normal than you are."
"Bull."
"Where's those multi-syllable sentence you love so much?"
"Doesn't matter if I use them. You're the one who needs to work on your socializing, Teme!"
"Only when you fix what little brain you have, Dobe."
"You know what, we're not going to get anywhere if we just stand here going back and forth when we know you're too stubborn to admit I'm the winner." I throw my hands in the air to cut him off because we both know I'm dead wrong but that doesn't mean I have to admit it verbally. "So let's go for a run. Clear our heads and get some ideas turning. Then we'll stop by somewhere and swap brains. Kay?"
He nods. "Sure. Let me change, first."
Sasuke runs off towards the elevator and my eyes never leave his back. When he's finally out of eyesight my heart decides it's a good time to kick into overdrive and my brain gets this funny idea that maybe… maybe… this could be a date with Sasuke.
Ha. Yeah. Okay. When fucking ninjas become real.
