21
Never Again
"Goodnight New York City! We love you!"
Each band member sighed in relief when they were back in their comfortable trailers. Never Again had become hugely popular in the States. Still, as much as the fame enticed them, they were always grateful for as much down time as they could get, especially the drummer. "Hilda," Aoi the bassist whined to the lead vocalist, guitarist and girlfriend, "Tell that idiot to shut up! The girls are too loud!" Aoi covered her ears with a pillow before crawling into Hilda's lap. Hilda usually preferred peace and quiet after a show too, but if noise got Aoi to come into her lap willingly, Hilda could tolerated a few more minutes of listening to those stupid American bimbos.
"Oh, Oga that's so big!"
Hilda and Aoi shuddered in disgust. Time's up. Hilda banged on the flimsy metal wall, "Keep it down you mangey idiot! We got a show tomorrow! Go to sleep already!"
"Get fucked, you prude!"
"The hell did you just say?"
Aoi was torn between holding Hilda back from getting hurt and just letting him have it. Oga's sexcapades were out of hand, but that's not what bothered the other band members. The drummer had written some of their best songs. The fans and their record label were pushing him to write another hit, but he hadn't written anything in months. He wasn't even trying to write another song because he was too busy with his dick. Still, Oga was a great drummer and when he wasn't a dick, a great friend that the girls had known for many years. "Ah," Aoi sighed while hugging Hilda from behind. "What he needs is a challenge. That would keep him busy for a while. It might even make him productive." Hilda couldn't help to notice how brilliant a plan that was, turning toward Aoi she showed the bassist just how good of an idea it was.
…
Bang bang bang!
"Alright girls, breakfast in ten and sound check in forty five! Time to get up!"
Furuichi Takayuki had been Never Again's manager almost since its inception. The group had been playing a gig in a rundown Tokyo club, and the silvernette instantly saw their potential. Years later and here they were, New York City about to play at the Madison Square Garden. "We're up, see you in five," Furuichi heard the grumbled response and was very grateful he thought to knock first. Hilda and Aoi would normally let him in their trailer for a quick rundown of the day's schedule except when their nights went on a little longer. Moving along to the second trailer, Furuichi steeled himself before wrenching open the door. As expected, the trailer was in shambles. "C'mon miss, time to go." An American blond held her aching head as she tried to find clothes to wear. Furuichi gave her a water bottle and helped her down the steps of the trailer, letting the young woman shuffle back to her car with dignity. "Wake up, you brute. Sound check's in twenty minutes." Furuichi's only upside to waking up the scoundrel of a drummer was seeing Oga's face when Furuichi dumped a fresh cup of cold water on his sleeping face. "Fuck man! Quit doing that already!"
"When there's a better way to wake you up, let me know."
"A good morning kiss- cold!"
Oga sputtered and hacked out the water that splashed up his nose a second time.
…
"Thank you Madison Square Garden! Good night!"
As the band members slipped backstaged, Hilda proposed they all went out for a night on the town. "What's the point of touring, if you don't sightsee?" Oga quickly jumped to agree, but Aoi knew her girlfriend had something larger planned, she just didn't know what.
"Oi, Oga," Hilda slammed the mug that contained a bright, bubbly golden liquid, "I bet you can't get Furuichi to fall in love with you."
"Hah?" Oga leaned forward with a sharp tooth grin. "I can totally get the ice prince to fall in love with me!"
"Oh yeah? 10,000￥says you can't."
"Hilda," Aoi whispered, "It's cruel to play with Furuichi's emotions like this."
"Ah, my love, this is why I love you. You keep things boring."
Aoi swatted Hilda's arm a little harder than her usual good nature would allow. Hilda kissed her girlfriend's nose lovingly anyway. "YOU'RE ON BLONDIE!" Oga howled as a girl from the bar ordered the drummer another shot. "Besides, my darling, that man," Hilda continued while pointing at the drunken floozy, "would never melt the ice prince's heart."
Furuichi sneezed while ironing out the kinks for the band's next day itinerary. Paired with the burning of his ears, Furuichi got the sinking feeling that allowing the bandmates a night out was a really bad idea.
A/N: I honestly love pairing Hilda and Aoi. To each their own lol. Poll results in the next chapter~