Yay! I drank again this weekend, but I did NOT get a hangover! So proud! But I think I'm gonna quit drinking now. Stick to my crazy smokes *hint hint* (it's what Lenalee calls a...?)
Chapter 10.
April 9th, 1984
Monday.
"Baby come back!" Lavi sang loudly. "You can blame it all on me!" He wailed, clutching onto the smaller frame of the shorter teenager in front of him inside the school hallway.
And began burying his smiling face into the white locks of the British teenager.
Choosing to ignore all the odd looks that they were both getting from the students passing by them.
"Nice." Lenalee praised as she patted the messy red-hair, in show of admiration for him being so bold.
Allen groaned, "This is the kind of stuff that gets me in trouble." Allen stated, and sadly at that, he tried freeing himself from the clingy red-head.
Who was clinging to his hip, oh-so-hardly onto.
"What kind of trouble? By who?" Lavi asked curiously, deciding it's safer to sling his arm over the boy's shoulders instead.
And began looking around the hallway for the culprit with a fierce eye.
Kanda rolled his eyes. "The faggot police homo." He announced, suddenly joining the group after he walked out of class.
He thought he heard Cyclops's voice singing one of his annoying "Love" songs, one of the many songs the red-head had sang to him in the past.
Un-fucking-fortunately.
"Hi Kanda." Lenalee greeted, sweet smile on her face.
"'Ello prick." Came the brat's monotone.
"Lenalee…Fag." Kanda spat the last word, shooting the white-haired teen an evil look.
Lavi lazily waved at the perpetually grouchy Japanese teenager, and continued to walk with the young boy under his arm. "Hey Yuu, did you know that in some cultures you could get hung for being a hypocrite?"
"Why the fuck should I care?" The guitarist deadpanned uncaringly, throwing his baggy sweater over his shoulder.
Thinking that it was way too damn hot outside, when the month was only April and not even summer yet, Kanda thought that global-warming was just a myth, but after this brutally hot day, he didn't quite think so anymore.
"Well first of all, because the accusation of 'the-faggot-police-homo' came from Mr. I-watch-Coronation Street-and-think-of-Allen-as-I-do—OW!" The red-head suddenly wailed, holding a hand to his throbbing cheek. "Jesus Christ Yuu…I was only kiddin'." He weakly smiled.
Kanda only rolled his eyes. "Serves you right poser."
"The prick is right Lav," Allen suddenly announced. "I'm the only one that can get away with sputtering complete bullocks like that," Allen mused, then winked at the disgruntled face of Kanda. "Just kidding." His smile never left his face even when the guitarist face showed open resentment towards him.
"Watch out Brit-boy, he might deck ya for that." Lavi warned, an amused smirk on his face as he gave Allen a warning nudge under his arm.
"Both of you can get bent…" Kanda grumbled, then blinked in confusion as he furiously looked back towards the white-haired brats face, "Did you just call Cyclops 'love'?" Isn't that another faggot term in the U.K for someone you like? Kanda thought furiously, face still twisted in confusion.
Lenalee went over to flick the glaring guitar player on the forehead, to stop the teenager from doing any damage to her band mates.
Getting a hard scowl from said teenager as he held a hand over his forehead.
"Don't start fighting in the hallway you guys." She chastised with a smile, before shooting a glare to the red-head.
"Hey! I was only givin' Al a warning for him to start running!" Lavi exclaimed, choosing to hide behind the white-haired boy.
To rid himself of the death glare that was getting shot his way in the hall.
"Don't kill me...I'm too young and sexy to die." The drummer whined, still hiding behind Allen.
"Don't hide behind me, I'm too old to get mangled by a girl."
"You're never too old for that Allen...!" Lenalee said in a sing-song voice, pinching the shorter teenager's cheek.
And getting a small pout from him as he began rubbing gingerly at his face.
"An' yer never to old tah git' a good fuckin' beat'n either, zeek." Kanda slurred a warning, taking a step towards the white-haired teen.
And made a show at cracking his knuckles.
Finally he could give the brat a good beating like he always wanted to, ever since he first saw the little bastard.
Lavi bumped Allen with his hip—getting a little squeak from the teen as he did—and squeezed the white-haired boy in between himself and Lenalee as they walked down the single long hallway towards the doors.
Feeling obligated to save his British friend, before an all-out war erupted in the middle of the hall.
The red-haired drummer looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out the angry expression of Kanda once the deed was done.
"So which song do you think we should do for the audition?" Allen asked—oblivious to the red-head's actions—as the group continue walking down the stairs, his right hand glove sliding down the rails as he hopped down each of them. "Do any of you guys know 'The Scorpions'?" He asked, when he got no answer, he cocked an eyebrow up at the red-head.
Who looked to be making faces at Kanda who walked beside the red-head.
"Don't mind them." Lenalee announced from beside the white-haired teen, smirking when she caught his attention. "Yes they do know The Scorpions, because Lavi has every A-track and Cassette of them, and Kanda pretty much knows every song out there in the English speaking world. I'm also a fan myself," She admitted with a dazzling smile, "Why? What are you plannin' inside that head of yours little British boy?" She asked, smiling eagerly as she clutched onto the lead singer's right arm.
Allen smirked triumphantly. "Brilliant! I'm actually relieved that Kanda knows The Scorpions, because I've been thinking about doing a cover to one of their songs. 'No One Like You' is a pretty ace song, am I right?" He asked, smiling.
"It's a fuckin' clutch song!" Roared Lavi, a huge enthusiastic grin on his face as he threw his arms up in the air for emphasis. "I mean, who wouldn't think so? Hell yeah! Let's do their song!" He whooped and hollered.
Allen chose to ignore the fact that he just got cut off from his explanation by giggling at the red-head's enthusiasm.
"It's only, what? My favorite-est fucking song of all time!?" Lavi went on yelling.
Lenalee raised her hand then. "I thought you said that—"
The red-head quickly reached over and covered the bass player's mouth.
With a wide and obviously nervous grin on his face.
"No need for spoilers now Lenababy! Play it cool." The red-head purred, still smirking nervously. Then he quickly retracted his hand before Lenalee had time to lick the center of his palm.
Allen only shook his head, smiling. "Right then, do you guys want to do a cover of that song? Or do you all have something else in mind?" Allen asked, looking around at his little group of band mates.
Who only looked away from him, as though they were mulling it over.
Well, Kanda always looked away from him no matter what he seemed to be doing, so Allen didn't think too much into Kanda's actions anymore.
"Don't get me wrong, I love that song to bits and pieces—"
"'Bits and pieces'? Tch. Fag." Kanda muttered, looking away from the scowling red-head that uttered such idiotic sounding words of praise.
"Fine." Lavi spat. "It's a fuckin' clutch, ace, bitchin', all that jazz—and exciting shit—of a song…Better?" The red-head questioned his facial expression somber as his eye bore into Kanda's.
Who only gave the drummer a long-lasting 'Are-you-fuckin'-serious?'stare with dull eyes before finally looking away.
"I'm ignoring you now." The guitar player stated, folding his arms over his chest and looked away defiantly.
The red-head only beamed his best friend a smile and went back to the matter at hand. "But as I was saying, It's a great song, but maybe we should think this over at uhh…Let's have a meeting at…IHOP anyone?" Lavi suggested, grinning enthusiastically as he looked to each of his friends with a hopeful smile.
He wasn't exactly in the mood to discuss the song lists, he already loved the song, and he definitely couldn't think of anything better to play, he just wanted to go to IHOP because all day he was thinking about pancakes, and that thought alone was on his mind throughout the entire day and was enough to get his mouth to water in anticipation.
He was craving pancakes, and he was going to get them now or never.
Smothered in strawberries and whipped cream.
With Allen sitting in front of him as he sexually played with his food, and successfully making the British teen hot, and have him practically begging for his—
Interrupting his perverted thoughts, was of course Kanda.
Who smacked him up-side the head with his text-book.
"OWIE!" Lavi whined, holding his temple with a hand when he got the corner of the book stabbed into his head. "What I'd do now Yuu?" He questioned, looking over to the guitar player who only rolled his dark blue eyes.
"What didn't you do? You sick fuck." Came the disgruntled retort as he gave the red-head a fast heated glare.
Both Lenalee and Allen shared confused looks, until they both shrugged their shoulders and continued on their way towards the parking lot.
Lenalee hummed at the thought, IHOP sounded good to her right now. "Whatev'." She said smiling. "I could go for some pancakes."
Kanda rolled his eyes. "Idiots…Cyclops doesn't want to talk jack-shit about which song were going to play, he just wants fuckin' pancakes." He stated dryly as he continued down the hall along with the group, "And to put on a skimpy show for the brat." He shivered in repulse, from the corner of his eye, he saw the red-head look over to him with a wide eye.
"How did you know? Are you some fuckin' mind reader now Yuu?" Lavi exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger directly into the guitar players face. "You're mega creepy!"
"Do you wanna keep that finger Cyclops?" Kanda growled, shooting him a warning glare from the corners of his eyes. "And I'm the mega creepy one? You were just thinking of the brat giving you—" Kanda was abruptly cut off by Allen, who waved his hands wildly in the air.
"Don't even repeat it if its that disgusting!" Allen paled. "You're a pervert Lavi!" He shouted, punching the red-head numerous times in his arm.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, okay! I get it!" Lavi whined, cowering behind his arms. "I'm not a pervert! I'm a teenager! And you couldn't possibly know what I was thinking about Yuu!"
"You're not doing it right runt! Hit him harder!" Kanda demanded. "Like this!"
And Lavi cried out in pain and fell to his knees, after they were brutally kicked by the long-haired teenager.
"You're just mean Yuu!" Lavi cried, holding the back of his knees in pain as he pointed a finger up at Kanda's sneering expression.
Kanda felt his eyebrow twitch. "I'm gonna break your finger soon, if you don't get it outta my face." And he inwardly smirked when the red-head quickly retracted his pointing finger with a terrified yelp.
Allen shook his head and covered himself with his arms. "I don't even want to know what kind of rubbish you made up in that perverted head of yours Lavi. I should've kicked you." Allen pressed, glaring at the red-head. "I feel violated…" Allen muttered, shivering.
Lenalee chuckled under his breath and patted the drummer on his lean shoulder blade. "There, there Lav, Allen wouldn't dare hit a pretty face like yours." She soothed, patting his head.
Lavi fake sniffled as he wiped a non-existent tear from his only eye. "Really? Then tell him that…I swear he takes my sexy face for granted." He fake sniffled, but then smirked when he heard Kanda growling above him.
"Shut the fuck up, both of you." Kanda threatened, turning his glare towards Allen next to him. "And don't stand so close to me." He quipped, taking a step away.
"Kanda, why are you such a prick? Didn't get enough hugs when you were younger?" Allen scowled at the guitar player. Then he smirked evilly as he spread his arms widely. "Come here then! I'll hug you for free!" The lead singer took a step forward.
Kanda taking a good step back in repulse. "Get tha fuck away from me! This is all yer fucking fault Rabbit!"
"What'd I do? You kicked my knees! Their broken! I'll never walk again!"
"Shut up and get the brat away from me before I mode him!"
"You can't mode me! You love me!"
"Fuck you poser!"
Lenalee sighed heavily, exasperated smile plastered on her face. "Boys, boys…" She chastised, shaking her long dark hair, which was held up in two loose pig-tails.
She still couldn't believe they can manage to play in a band together when all three of them hardly ever got along, well Allen and Lavi had hit it off from the start, but then again, they both had one thing in common, they loved stirring up trouble with the Japanese guitarist.
Short temper and everything, they got their kicks from pissing him off.
Which soon, her theories were only strengthened when she heard Lavi and Allen both whisper something too inaudible for her to catch, and after those words were whispered in their hushed tones, the guitar player took off running down the halls chasing after the two laughing and running teenagers.
Lavi, who was limping more than running, was the first one on Kanda's death list as the long-haired teenager tackled him to the hallway floor.
She continued to walk her normal pace through the hall, small smile still on her face. "Band dynamics? I think we pretty much blew that." She muttered to herself with a small giggle. "To the max."
And she watched in amusement when Lavi's shirt was pulled over his head and watched as Kanda took off chasing after the lead singer next, she almost plugged both her ears when she heard the white-haired teenager scream further down the hallway as he started running again.
April 12th, 1984
Thursday.
"Hey my British baby," Lavi purred into the mouth piece of the phone, his half lidded eye glazed over from the pot he smoked earlier before calling his white-haired friend.
Who sputtered—after hearing Lavi's new nick name for him—onto the phone, and began giving the red-head a lecture of "how wrong it is to be calling that to another man".
When in reality, and in Lavi's opinion, Allen was as much of a "man" as Kanda looked like one.
Lavi simply rolled his eyes in exasperation and held the phone closer to his ear. "Yeah, yeah, it's wrong, totally bogus, and all that stuff. But I called to talk, so talk to me babe, whatchu wearing?" Lavi asked slyly, grinning perversely into the phone.
"I'm wearing nothing." Came Allen's happy reply.
Lavi blinked, eye now wide. "Really?"
"No! Because Cross is home!"
"So…if he wasn't home, you would wear nothing?" Lavi asked, now curious.
"I'm hanging up on you now, you barmy perverse drummer." Deadpanned Allen.
Lavi only smiled as he was met with the dial tone after that.
He soon hung up the phone and laid back in his bed, hands connected behind his messy red-head as he stared up into a poster of Led Zeppelin hanging up on the ceiling of his room.
"He wants me." Lavi announced to Robert Plant, who merely stared at him blankly. Considering Robert Plant was in a poster.
The red-head soon sighed heavily to himself.
How he wished that it was actually true.
But having a naked Allen image in his head while talking on the phone with him, would be enough to get him through the day. Then his grinned widened once again as he quickly reached over to the phone that laid on top of his bedside table by his lamp, and looked at the clock.
"Yuu should be home now." Lavi said happily to himself, quickly punching in the numbers. He waited for the dialing tone to be finished and to hear Yuu Kanda's annoyed answer.
Which came after the third ring.
"What?" Came Lavi's dead-on assumption.
The red-head grinned once again and laid back in bed. "Hey Yuu, whassup?" Lavi asked, running a hand down his chest as he began poking his left pectoral muscle, finding his heart.
"Cooking." Was his gruff answer.
"Tubular! Wutchu cookin'? Can I come over? My gramps is out and I haven't eaten anything all day!" Lavi smiled eagerly. "And I'm starving." He pouted.
His hand instantly began playing with the spiraling cords connected to the phone and as he spun them around in his fingers, his brain was instantly functioning his hands, as a way to keep them busy while only his mind worked. Multitasking was good for the reflexes.
Lavi thought he got hung up on a second time when he heard no annoyed reply from Kanda, "Is Yuu still there?" Lavi spoke in a whisper.
Soon after he heard a loud and long groan, and he furrowed his eyebrow in confusion at the strange noise.
"Uhh…Is that a 'yes' or are you masturbating? Couldn't wait for me to hang up?" Lavi smirked.
"Fuck you, I'm picking you up in five minutes, so you better be fucking ready when I get there, skeez." Growled Kanda's reply.
Lavi nodded with a smile. "I'll be ready! Oh and Yuu?" He whispered.
"What NOW?" Came Kanda's snarky reply. Hating himself for almost whispering back.
Lavi grinned. "Wutchu wearing?" He nearly shouted.
And Lavi only got hung up on, for the second time that day.
Yeah, I don't know if some cultures they hang hypocrites...Definitely not my culture though heh heh.
Neeways!
Hope you liked this chapter! It was pretty short...But I assure you, they will get longer. Until then...Enjoy the story as it is!
Also...
This story is almost up to the chapter where I suddenly stopped and put a hiatus on...But hopefully, that doesn't happen this time. I've been doing pretty good trying to update this story fast, so my PAST readers can find and continue this story from where they left off before. Ain't I just mother fucking nice?