A/N Songs:
In the Name of Tragedy - Motörhead
Recap:
"I knew it. You wouldn't last two days without me. I'm way too important."
The guys turned to the direction the voice had come from, and were met by a cockily smirking Deidara casually leaning against a wall. His bag with his bass was leaning against his legs, and his arms were crossed.
"What's up?"
Hidan walked over to the blond bass player, and punched him in the face hard. Deidara lost his balance and hit the deck, and Hidan smirked. "Welcome back, dipshit."
Kisame walked over to Deidara and kicked him in the gut smirking. "Never thought I'd ever be happy to see you again."
Itachi offered his hand to a painfully wincing Deidara, and said bassist gladly took it. Itachi smirked, and shoved Deidara head first into the wall saying "I knew you'd be back at some point. Good you're here."
Deidara got up with great effort, and had to hold himself up at the very wall he just got thrown into. He held his stomach with his other hand. He closed his eyes and smirked. "I guess I deserved those. Now that the most important thing is over with, who was that chick?"
Kisame shrugged. "Our new bass player, and Itachi's girlfriend."
Itachi shot the drummer a glare. "She's not my girlfriend, idiot. She's...just a friend."
"Sure she is. Whatever floats your boat. I still say you're in denial."
Itachi punched Kisame, and Hidan just cracked up. Deidara shook his head muttering 'bunch of childish idiots you are'. Hidan heard this and swung his arm around Deidara's shoulders in an overly dramatic way saying "Don't forget that you're a part of that bunch of childish idiots, my friend."
Deidara shrugged Hidan's arm off his shoulders and grabbed his guitar bag. "Whatever. What are we playing next time?"
Itachi looked at his friends. What are they playing next time?
"Definetely some Slayer" Hidan said, but Kisame punched him. Dude was getting addicted to that band.
Not that Slayer's bad music, not at all, but Hidan was just being annoying. And Itachi kind of felt like making him suffer. Slayer is very fast and technical riffing after, all. Since Hidan was a rookie on guitar, 'Angel of Death' might suit them just fine.
"Hey, um, dudes? Itachi's doing the weird smirking thing again..."
Hidan flopped down on the ground, heavily panting and arms aching. Why did he have to go pick a Slayer song? How could a normal human being (that is, as far as you could call Kerry King and Jeff Hanneman 'human'. They were more like gods) have created these riffs?
"This...shit...is...impossible...to play." He panted. Deidara threw a water bottle at him and Itachi smirked.
"Aw, are Hidan-chan's wittle awms huwting?" Itachi said in a baby voice. "You were the one to call Slayer, idiot. Now play."
Hidan glared at his bandmates, but got up nonetheless. Kisame counted down, Deidara soloed on his bass for a bit, until Itachi hammered down the first chord and started the break-neck fast riff. Hidan tried, but after a minute his pick slipped through his fingers and his arms stopped moving. Itachi smirked, Kisame chuckled and muttered 'dumbass' and Deidara remained silent.
"...Fucking hell..." Hidan looked at Itachi. "How the fuck do you ever keep that up?"
Itachi shrugged. "Practice, I guess." He cleared his throat. "Dudes, since Hidan obviously fails, I say we try another song. Any suggestions or preferences?"
"I do not fail!"
"Shut up, failtard" Kisame snickered. He then turned to Itachi. "I think some Motörhead would do us all good. And it would also show that Hidan actually can sing, both clean and harsh vocal style."
"You mean I won't have to play guitar."
"That, too."
"Dudes, seriously" Deidara mediated. "We're still in a contest together, remember? Stop your troublesome bitching. Motörhead sounds good. Now let's go, we only have...five days left."
"...Fuck it, let's take this day off" Hidan said. The rest agreed and dropped their instruments. Part of being a rock star is ditching practice, anyway.
Eventually, the young metalheads had decided on 'In the Name of Tragedy' by Motörhead, and were now throwing down the last notes. Hidan somehow managed to get a rather close imitation of Lemmy's vocal style, much to the others' surprise and his own pleasure.
Itachi finished his solo and dropped his instrument in its stand, grabbing a bottle of water. Kisame dropped his drum sticks, and looked ready to rip the bottle from Itachi's hands. After a few minutes, they got ready to play again, when a voice sounded from the doorway.
"Well well. What a small world we live in."
Kisame glared in the direction of the voice, where the blue-haired Konan girl from their school casually leaned against one of the many spare amps in the room. She happily returned the drummer's glare, and smiled sweetly at the rest of the boys.
"I saw your performance with Hana the other day. You were great. Even you, Hoshigaki." She briefly glared at said drummer, and turned back to the rest. "My performance is tonight."
The guys' jaws dropped.
"You're in the run too!? What's the name of your band?"
She shrugged. "Oh, they're not that big. Blackout asked me to fill in for their singer. She suddenly got ill.I think they wanna keep me, though. They say I'm way better than Tayuya."
"You're here with Blackout!?" Kisame yelled unbelievingly. "No fucking way! Those guys are awesome! Whose cock did you suck to get the spot!?"
Konan slapped Kisame across the face, seething. "I did not suck anyone's dick, you asshole. As much as you want me to suck yours. But I'd rather not. If I think about all the asses that thing of yours has been in..."
Itachi, Hidan and Deidara couldn't help but laugh. Kisame was obviously less amused. Konan smirked triumphantly and turned around. "See you around, fellas. I'll keep you in mind if we need some roadies."
Silence. Utter silence. The guys stared at the doorway their blue-headed rival just disappeared through. Kisame was the first to regain his ability to speak.
"...That's it. She's dead."
-----
Akatsuki showed up at Blackout's performance nonetheless (Kisame asked if he could bring a shotgun to shoot at Konan), and had mixed feelings. They were psyched to see them play, but they also know they had found a worthy opponent. Once Blackout took the stage, they were blown away.
The guitarists (two light-haired twin brothers) were shredding a highly technical riff that could match Slayer's speed, only to slow it down bit by bit until it sounded angsty and almost poetic. The keyboardist sounded like he had a complete orchestra in that thing of his and the drummer looked and sounded like he had an extra two pairs of arms to hit all those cymbal crashes and solos.
Not to mention Konan. Even Kisame had to admit she looked stunning, wearing the long satin frilly dress and black rose in her hair. Deidara and Hidan were drooling, and Itachi's mind was fighting a civil war inside his head. He had been sure that Hana had him spellbound, but now the angry mob of Konan supporters was starting a revolution again.
"-harder, dude. I'm not gonna lose to some chick."
Itachi shook his head. "Hn? Wha?"
Kisame narrowed his eyes. "Dudes, why is Itachi staring at a girl for the second time in three days?"
Itachi rolled his eyes and punched Kisame. "Shut up, and let's go. We have to practice. Let's beat that bitch."
Itachi overlooked the crowd. He saw a bunch of chicks from school, all screaming like fangirls. He saw a few dudes from the football team, looking ready to throw something at his head for taking away all the attention they were getting from aforementioned chicks. He saw his little brother, wearing an Akatsuki shirt (where the hell he got that will remain unknown). He saw their rival band, smirking confidently. He nodded to Deidara, and they started the infamous riff. Hidan pumped up the crowd for a bit, before he started singing with his freakishly good imitation of Lemmy's voice.
Were you ever lost, were you ever young,
were you ever safe little brother?
Do you see the sense of the evidence,
are you still part of the struggle?
Did you bang your head, did you go to bed,
does it still feel pretty funky?
Lay back and dream in the death machine,
pity you still think like a monkey
Go! Bring it up, bring it down til you hit the ground,
Now!Get a rude attitude, turn the world around,
Hey! Shall we see, shall we disagree,
Sing it all! In the Name of Tragedy!
Did you ever lie, ever wonder why
nobody believed you honey?
What a pretty smile, drive the people wild,
wonder who ran off with the money
Do you ever change, is it gonna rain,
will it bring you pennies from heaven?
Do you know the score, are you waiting for,
anxious for the new Armageddon
Go! Live it up, live it down til we hit the ground,
Now! Cop a rude attitude from the world around,
Hey! Shall we see, shall we disagree,
Sing it all! In the Name of Tragedy!
Hidan's voice went from deep grunting-ish to a high-pitched vocal scream as he yelled "Rock on!" at the crowd, signaling the start of Itachi's solo. The Uchiha pulled off another flawless performance, and when he looked at the crowd near the end he saw some of the fangirly chicks faint (seriously, how much more cliche can you get?). He smirked and let his guitar screech for a bit before falling back in the original riffing.
Marbles in your mouth, what's it all about,
do you know the name of the winner?
If I was to go, would you let it show,
life is not a TV dinner
If you dream of me, will you ever see,
do you want a piece of the action?
If I wasn't sure would you do it more,
help me to achieve an erection
Go! Get it up, get it down til you hit the ground,
Now! Get a rude attitude, turn the world around,
Hey! Shall we see, shall we disagree,
All! In The Name of Tragedy!
Go! Sing it loud, sing it out, make the people shout,
Now! Get it all, get it on, get it sorted out,
Hey! Be a seer, be sincere, can you really see,
All! In The Name of Tragedy!
"..."
"..."
The judges were silent. While the audience was going through the roof, they were dumbfounded. These kids...With the girl, they had already been splendid. But with the blonde bassist (supposedly the original bassist, too)...
There just seemed no stopping them.
"...Holy shit," one of the judges (the guys had learned his name was Harashima) finally said. "Just...Holy shit. A-fucking-mazing."
"Watch your mouth, Harashima!" Hiruzen said sternly before turning to the boys on stage. "...But I think that about sums it up. You were epic. I can see a big difference with last week. The bass player you're having now...He's the one who was originally part of the line-up, right?" Deidara nodded and Hiruzen smirked. "Thought as much. Well done."
"Like I said, a-fucking-mazing," Harashima cut in. "I really hope you're gonna be put under my supervision. Hiruzen's been getting the best bands for a few years now."
The judges passed them on to the next round with perfect scores. The only other band who managed that was, of course, Blackout.
Hidan high-fived Deidara and stage-dived together, pulling a laughing Itachi along as well.
Finals.
Itachi didn't like finals.
They usually were the end of a great adventure. And an adventure, that's what this contest has been for the boys of Akatsuki. They found new friends (the drummer of one of the bands they beat in the semi-finals offered to become their manager, should they make it all the way), enemies (things between Blackout and them got worse. Like having-to-travel-with-bodyguards -because-a-member-of-one-band-just-might-kill-a-rivaling-band-member bad) and learned many things they would have never guessed (like who would dare to think that Deidara could actually sing? And Kisame actually acting his age for once? Yeah, things they would never dare to think of).
Itachi paced up and down the rehearsal room, eyed by his band members, his friends, his brothers. "Gentlemen, this is it. Make or break. Victory or defeat. Death or glory. Fame or fail-"
"Dude, cut it out," Kisame butted in. "You're not me. Only I can give awesome poetic pep talks. Just stick to your style, though I can see that you would want to be me."
"And have blue skin too?" Hidan teased. Kisame feigned a hurt expression.
"Ouch. Dagger to the heart."
"Dudes, would you stop it?" Deidara said annoyed. "Seriously. We're up in five minutes, and I'm trying to focus here."
"Yeah, right, sorry."
Itachi shook his head and Deidara rolled his eyes. Some people just never grow up.
"Like I was saying..." Itachi continued, "We've been through much together. We survived where other people would've given up. All I'm asking now is for us to blow the fuck out of everyone's minds out there. Are you with me?" Deidara, Hidan and Kisame smirked and yelled "Hell yeah!" in unison. Itachi smirked, too. "Then let's go and write history, my friends."
Alright, sorry this took so long to put up. It just did not flow the way I wanted it to. I'm still not entirely happy with it. Also, my dad is being extremely dorky lately (like stealing my laptop from me for no valid reason), so that didn't help either. -glare- But whatever, I didn't want any angry mobs that set fire to my computer and all, so here it is.
Next up: Make or break. Akatsuki winning the contest?
Rock on!
~LazyNinja