Xana: Okay then! I am here with the next chapter…-sigh- and I am lacking in the updates. I am very disappointed with myself and I don't really blame you if your upset, or maybe wanting to bite my head off. You have the right to feel that way! -clears throat-
Ritsuka: -sigh- You made me out as a girl with locks Xana T.T
Xana: Yes because I am evil. Oh! And this chapter along with maybe the next two, if not for sure the next one, is based off of my FUN night at a Rave! Heh, yeah it totally kicked ass. Oh and maybe my small obsession for bands...that will show up with the Zero boys...
Ritsuka: I bet -.-
Xana: Any who, to answer A Single Fragile Rose's question, No. Seimei does NOT have his ears. Thank you to all those who reviewed! I love you guys! Here's adorable little Ritsuka with the disclaimer.
Ritsuka: Xana and Loveless…yeah so not barking up the ownership tree here people. On with the Chappie!
Chapter Thirteen- Enter the Rave
Youji yawned as he looked out the passenger window, wind blowing through his hair as he stared at the clouds in the clear blue sky. Seimei beat the GPS senseless and mumbled to himself about how "technology sucked". Natsuo laid across the backseats and hummed to himself, headphones connected to an iPod nano covered his ears.
"Hey Youji, can you look up the next exit for me? This GPS is shit." Seimei asked, switching lanes.
"Sure thing, Seimei." Youji replied, opening the glove compartment and pulling out a map.
He studied it for a minute. "Take the east ramp at-"
"I wanna make some babies…I wanna get it on!!"
"Jesus!" Seimei exclaimed, swerving into an oncoming lane.
Youji grabbed the steering wheel and swerved them out of the lane and spun onto the shoulder. Horns blared and people cursed. Yes, it was a typical event for Monday afternoon while driving on the highway.
Both males looked at each other, panting from the rush before slowly turning to look at the teen in the back seat, who was singing loudly and shrilly, oblivious to the looks he was getting from not only his two companions, but from occupants from passing cars.
"None of my time is wasted, I do that shit on tour!!" Natsuo sang, bouncing side to side.
Seimei could feel his left eye twitching in annoyance before he snatched the device from Natsuo's hand and shoved it at Youji.
"Hold that for me, Youji."
"Heeeey!!" Natsuo whined, trying to grab the nano back. Youji simply looked down at the tiny screen on the device as Seimei entered the traffic lane once more.
Get It Up
Mindless Self Indulgence
If
"Natsuo…?"
"Hmm?"
"Who's Mindless Self Indulgence?" Youji asked, blinking at the name.
"Oh, well see they're this band, and…well I wouldn't really recommend it to little kids." Natsuo replied, sweat dropping
Youji looked back down at the device before putting the headphones over his ears. He waited for the song to change, already unamused with 'Get It Up'. His wish was granted…
Issues
Mindless Self Indulgence
If
Youji lightly bobbed his head in time to the beat before freezing completely, eyes widen, mouth open. "What…the…?"
Seimei glanced at the teal haired teen and blinked before looking over his shoulder at Natsuo, who by now was laughing his ass off at Youji's expression. Sighing, he looked back at the road ahead of them.
"NATSUO WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
"Hehehe…"
"This is…inappropriate! It's…degrading!"
"Is not!"
Youji made a face. " 'It's 3 a.m. - she won't put out'"
"Lets go make out with her friends!" Natsuo sang back happily.
"Natsuo!!"
"Gah, so you don't like the music! Big deal! You probably like Backstreet Boys!!" Natsuo huffed, snatching his iPod back.
"I hate the Backstreet Boys!!" Youji defended, twisting in his seat so he was facing the red head.
Seimei groaned, not sure he would be able to take anymore of their arguing and nagging. His mind wandered to his younger brother and his taste in music. It was always the heavy rock, guys screaming their lungs out.
Like one band, Avenged Sevenfold. They were always laughing like psychopaths, and screaming. And there was always a guitar solo. Always. He had tried to get into the band, or Atleast cope with it being blasted through the hallways just for Ritsuka, only to fail miserably.
Seimei was into Rave. He preferred the fast beat of the music, but occasionally, he would hear one good song from his brother's bizarre interests of music.
"Oh, I know you did not just diss Three Days Grace!"
"Tch, please Youji. They can not compare to-"
"To who? Clay Aiken?"
Natsuo gasped, his mouth wide in horror. "I hate Gay Bacon! (A/N: Don't ask.) He sucks!"
Youji only chuckled, hitting a sore spot on the red head. Never compare his bands to American Idol winners.
Huffing, the teen put his headphones back on over his ears and drowned out the world with his music.
"Ritsuka…your mine."
Ritsuka shivered at these words, the man's hot breathe tickled at his neck and cheek. Each little caress of the breathe was like electricity on the small neko. He didn't know why, but he loved it, and that scared and confused him.
"Y-Yes…Soubi." He breathed, slowly opening his eyes.
Violet met blue, and Ritsuka immediately knew he wanted it. But what exactly was it? Well, it was everything Soubi was offering to him. Ritsuka stared into Soubi's eyes, and he felt calm…relaxed.
"Ritsuka…"
"Do it, Soubi."
Soubi nodded, capturing the teen's lips in a soft, caring kiss. Slowly, he slide the smaller of the two's pants down before pulling away to pull off his shirt. Ritsuka immediately felt embarrassed, he was wearing nothing but his boxers, and here Soubi was fully dressed!
"Soubi…I don't know…m-maybe we shouldn't…." Ritsuka started, letting his nerves get the best of him.
"Shhh, calm down Ritsuka…" Soubi whispered, calming the small boy a bit.
Ritsuka took a deep breathe before nodding and placing his hands on Soubi's shoulders. Soubi placed soft kisses on the back of the young teen's hands before kissing his jaw line then his lips.
Ritsuka leaned into the kiss once more, eyes closing for a second time. His stomach felt uneasy, nervousness filling him on the inside. He wanted this so bad, but he knew it was wrong to want it.
He hated feeling this vulnerable. Scared, yes scared was something he usually felt. But not nervous. He usually felt embarrassed, mortified. But anxious. He hated his nerves for getting the best of him.
And his damn stomach! Why wouldn't it stop?! It was like butterflies were fluttering around in there, just waiting for something to happen.
He felt a hand press down lightly on his stomach, and that only made the butterflies worse. Yes…the butterflies were in a mad frenzy, flying around like crazy. Vomit. He felt like he was going to heave at any given second.
"Are you okay, Ritsuka?"
Said teen looked up at Soubi and nodded. "I'm…fine. Really I am."
Soubi stared down at the boy before nodding once. He slowly outlined Ritsuka's bellybutton with his index finger before dipping his head down to trace it with his tongue.
Ritsuka gasped, his back arching. His hands immediately gripped onto silky, blonde hair, pulling lightly.
Soubi felt his member harden at every tug on his hair. Running his hands down to the small boys hips, he slid his finger into the waistband and slowly pulled, the clothing exposing soft flesh inch by inch.
Ritsuka whimpered, nerves hitting him once again, full force. Soubi looked up at him and their eyes connected. A warm, fuzzy feeling washed over the small neko and he shut his eyes tightly, signaling for Soubi to continue.
Only Soubi didn't move. He had suddenly sat up as the front door slammed open, and fury flickered inside the light haired male. Ritsuka had pulled the sheets over him, snapping to his senses.
"G…Get out Soubi! Go!" Ritsuka urged, waving him away with his small delicate hand.
Soubi looked at him then got up and exited the room, coming face to face with Kio.
"Sou-Chan! Guess what I got us invited to!!"
"Not interested." Soubi replied, turning towards his bedroom door.
"But…Soubi! You've been waiting for a Rave to come up for ages! We can even take Ritsuka!!"
Soubi stopped, hand on doorknob, head bent down, bangs covering his eyes. Rave. Ritsuka. The one weakness the art student had and it was being combined with his new passion. It had been a while, yes, since he last attended a rave. And he was itching to go to another, but they were rare since the police force had accessed the underground world. The plus was RItsuka of course.
Slowly turning his gaze back to Kio, he asked one simple question. "When?"
Tap Tap Tap
Ritsu looked up from his laptop to his office door before speaking. "Come in."
Nagisa shoved the door open, slamming into a few frames hanging on the wall behind. Ritsu inwardly cringed. Damn that woman. Damn her to hell.
"What do you want Ritsu, Im really busy!"
"Nagisa, my dear woman. Calm down and please, have a seat." Ritsu offered politely, his employee gazing at him with utmost hate.
"Thank you. Now tell me, what the hell do you want?" Nagisa demanded, crossing her leg over the other.
Ritsu leaned back in his chair, the screen reflecting off his glasses, giving him a rather geekish, yet satisfyingly creepy, appearance. Folding his hands in his lap, he gazed at the young woman that annoyed him to no end.
"Aoyagi Ritsuka." He stated matter-of-factly.
Nagisa could only blink. "What about him?"
"He is in your class, correct?"
"Indeed."
"Tell me, what did you notice that was odd about him?" Ritsu pressed.
Nagisa shrugged. "He was quiet and jumpy. All children are like that on their first weeks with their masters."
"Masters. Exactly my point."
Nagisa just stared at him, having no clue at all where the man was getting at. Ritsu pinched his brow, closing his eyes. Honestly, he was surrounded by idiots. Taking a deep breathe, he slowly looked back up at the blue haired woman.
"His ears woman! He still has his damn ears!!"
Nagisa, along with the rest of the school, jumped at his sudden (and loud) outburst. Honestly, it was out of character for the calm, polite, and quiet principal rarely, if never, exploded in such a way.
"So he has his ears, BIG deal Ritsu! Maybe Soubi hasn't gotten around to taking them yet. Don't have a fucking cow over something you don't know about." Nagisa scolded, frowning at her employer.
Ritsu turned his gaze onto his laptop, fuming over Soubi's lack of "enthusiasm" towards the small neko that was currently their topic.
"If Soubi doesn't take his ears, Nagisa…" He paused after a thought before looking back at the woman, "Then I will."
Ritsuka could not believe it. First, Soubi pulls a fast one on him, and seduces him. And like the foolish little idiot he is, falls right for it. And now, he was being dragged to a damn rave. Joy.
"Don't worry, kid. You'll have fun!" Kio assured, wagging his eyebrows and nudging him in the side.
"Kio, leave Ritsuka alone." was the one demand from the tallest of the three.
Ritsuka smiled at Kio, forgetting about his earlier thoughts. Kio was right. He could either worry himself senseless over Soubi's mind tricks. Or he could have fun and leave his worries for later. Yeah, he was definitely going for the latter.
Soubi approached a metal door behind an abandoned warehouse and knocked three times, paused, then knocked another five times. Ritsuka could only stare at his new "guardian" in wonder before a small section of the door slid open, only revealing a pair of eyes.
"Yeah?" came a gruff voice, one that matched the vacant, yet dangerous glint in said pair of eyes.
Kio stepped forward and mumbled to the speaker. Stepping back, Kio grinned as the door was flung open, revealing a tall, bald man with sunglasses perched on top of his head. He wore a tight, muscle revealing black shirt and black pants.
'Typical look for a bodyguard.' Ritsuka thought, inwardly smiling.
"Come on Ritsuka, lets go." Soubi offered his hand, which the small neko instantly took.
Kio took the lead, leading the other two down a pitch black hallway, muffled beats to fast music echoed down the corridor, greeting them. Ritsuka's ears twitched at ever beat, his tail swishing slowly.
He was not one of those ravers, only interested in rock. Techno/rave/electronic was really his brothers thing. Not his. And yet, fate had him underground, in a rave. And he was actually dressed to the part. Thanks to Kio.
It had surprised him, Kio offering to dress him up for the part. He had his nails painted multi-colored, and glow-in-the-dark cyber locks. Neon green fishnet shirt, along with pitch black pants.
He had excessive, bright colored rubber bracelets trailed up his arms, along with beads around his neck. Yes, he was a colorful little neko who had flashing, light up piercings on both his ears and tail.
Turning his gaze on the older two, he definitely didn't recognize them. Both had on beanies. Kio's in the style of a joker's hat. Both had painted their nails in bright, neon colors, glow-in-the-dark bracelets dangled at their wrists.
Kio had settled for a gray, long sleeved shirt with a neon green tank over it. His jeans were tight, clinging to his body lovingly, showing off his well sculpted muscles. Then came Soubi.
He was truly, gorgeous. Wearing a simple orange T-shirt with some galaxy sign imprinted on it, his jeans slightly at his feet, only to cling super tightly to his hips. Glow-in-the-dark sticks hung around his neck and wrists, a few tied to his left hip by strings. Electric blue shot through his hair, giving his hair a sharp edge in the poor lighting they had.
As they descended deeper into the dark abyss that was the corridor, the more sign of human life they received. It started off as a druggie ever few feet, curled up in a fetal position while injecting himself, till they were crammed into a huge line with tons of teens dying to get in.
Ritsuka couldn't believe it. Here were people sticking needles in themselves, people practically having sex on the ground, all in front of him without shame or a care. He was horrified. How could anybody do this?
'Seimei…'
Aoyagi Seimei, his older brother. He used to love coming to these raves. Did that mean…? Had Seimei injected illegal substances into his own bloodstream? Did he have sex in front of everyone? No…Seimei would never do that. Would he?
"…Tsuka?"
"Huh?"
Soubi and Kio stared down at the small neko, Soubi's hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "We asked if you were ready to go in, Ritsuka."
"Oh…" Ritsuka blinked, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Great!" Kio exclaimed happily, dragging Ritsuka past the long line and right past a bodyguard.
Shouts, disagreements, curses, you name it. All were thrown at the three males from angry spectators waiting to get in. Ritsuka glanced back at them over his shoulder. Some didn't look all sunshine and daisies if you get what I mean. Most looked psychotic. Like they would kill.
"Well Kid? What do you think?!" Kio shouted towards the young Aoyagi over the blaring music. Ritsuka turned and looked at darkened room, glow sticks making streaks of color in the air as bodies moved to the beat of the music.
So, this was what the infamous, illegal and underground raves were huh? He guessed he like it. The music was different from his usual taste, but the colorful streaks were breathtaking, the beautiful patterns.
As violet eyes watched the dancers, hungry, icy blue eyes stared down at the small boy, counting down the seconds till he took those ears to themselves.
Ritsuka: really, should I just bend over for the guy?
Xana: Yeah, Soubi loves you Ritsuka.
Ritsuka: -huffs-
Xana: And that is chapter thirteen! As Matsiko said…give the addicts their drug. I did that! Thanks for telling me to do so Matsiko :) Hope ya'll loved the chapter and please, REVIEW! If you do, Ill give you a cookie! Or pie! Just say so in the review. Ja ne!
P.S: Those of you who may happen to like Clay Aiken...my bad on the bashing. -sweatdrop-
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