Savoir
Teraki WuFang
Based on the anime Gravitation.
Fic Summary: A tale of two boys that find themselves by finding each other. Daneko Wu, a boy who's just started a band that is in dyer need of a vocalist. And Hotori Hana wants to prove himself worthy to be that missing person in not only the band, but in Daneko's loveless life of all work and no play.
Chapter one: Cross my Heart
The sun was hotter then yesterday, and tempers seemed to show more. Daneko sighed, trailing a stray piece of his short blond hair, that tried to hide his green eyes, behind his ear that showed off his single piercing of a cross that dangled slightly, reflecting light every once in a while. "Next." His lips moved around the smoke between them. This was their second week looking for a new vocalist, and so far Cher had a better voice then all of the try outs put together. A boy with light pink hair stood and before he opened his mouth Daneko interrupted. "Next!" The boy pouted and ran off. Hoperi rolled his lilac eyes, as he bundled his long green hair back in a messy bun, and sat down by his drum set. "Your impossible. He was a good one." The slightly shorter boy said as he picked up a drum stick and harpooned it through his bun to keep it in place. Daneko frowned and ignored the comment as the next person approached the small stage. He stood, shaking, his hands gripping a sheet of music notes. He handed it to Chilly, a girl with long blond hair and sly blue eyes, her red lips curved as she took a seat at her key board. "When ever your ready." Daneko said unchastely. The boy looked up and smiled brightly, like his blue eyes, his black hair framing his pale face and the clothing he wore were tight to his frail body. He was dressed like a goth, but his pink nails showed his more sensitive side was still deep inside. Like the boy, Daneko was hard on the outside, but his nicer side was deeper then most peoples. The key board played a soft melody and then a harsh organ sound joined in, making the opposites sound pleasant together. "All I want is to get through.Please move to the side, your not my friend, I cross my heart that you hate me other then love me, its kinda like being Jesus, too many people for one man to love. Its kinda like musical chairs with no chairs to go around, its like your heart, too cold to care, to hurt to love, and all I want is for you to move a side and not let me fall inlove with you.With you. Don't let me fall.please, stop.don't let me fall inlove with you." The keyboard hit a darker key and ended like there was suppose to be more for the finish. Chilly turned the page over and shrugged. "That's it." Hoperi smirked at Daneko and nodded. "You can tell him the bad news, poor freak. I guess pink nail polish isn't the rage this year." Daneko ignored the comments again and stood. His smoke dropping to the floor and crushed under the grinding force of his high class tailored shoe. He walked to the stage and took the boys hand, he led him to the keyboard, moving Chilly aside and sat him down. "Make up and ending." The boy looked at the others then back up at the towering blond. "No." With a firm hold on his music notes the boy stood. "I appreciate being able to try out for a great band, but I will not change my song. I called the song Life and its not meant to end pretty, its real and I will never have it any other way." Daneko smirked and walked back to his chair. "Next." The boy gave him a hard glare, as the next entered the keyboard hit three simple notes. They were short and sweet, giving the song an ending that people wouldn't feel upset about. Daneko turned and watched the boy leave, music in hand and hate in his heart. Daneko sighed and eyed his band members. "Some one go drag him back here." Chilly crossed her arms and tapped her foot. Hoperi was flirting with the boy that was on the stage, in other words, he had to go drag him back himself. "Hired help my ass." He leaned against the door frame of the exit and lit a smoke. The boy leaned against the alley wall, tears slowly dripping down his face. "You know you have talent, kid. Why do you insist on being a brat about your music?" The boy snapped his eyes to aqua slits. "Go away, you have no respect for talent of music. Your not a band member, you're just another follower in the pop world!" Ouch! Daneko felt offended, but smiled when his thoughts trailed over the boy's passion for his work. "Why do you love music so much? A dream? Money? A lost loved one?" The boy looked into his eyes and sighed. "The only thing I've lost is myself, I have no dreams, no family to lose, no money.All I have is my music, its my air when im drowning in reality." Wow.And he's poetic. Daneko thought, putting the smoke out on the brick wall. "Do you want to be in the band or not?" The boy smiled. "Yeah, only if I keep the music I write. And you don't ask me to change it. Its very important to me to keep what I make, deal?" Daneko sighed. "Whatever, now get your ass inside, we need to work on your." he trailed off as the boy blushed. "My looks?" Daneko nodded and hit his sarcasm button. "No, you don't say?" They walked in, almost hand in hand, they were almost the same height, only because the younger one was wearing platforms. Daneko watched his walk as he entered on stage. "Chilly, fix his looks, Hoperi, do you think you can fix his body?" Chilly smirked. "Hoperi would like to do more then fix his body." She giggled as Hoperi and the boy blushed equally. "By the way, what's you name?" The boy blushed as Chilly started to pull off his clothing. "Hotori Hana. And you are?" Daneko lit another smoke. "You can all me Master for now." Hotori rolled his eyes. "Im so sure Master my ass." Chilly winked as she whispered in his ear. "He just might by the end of this week if you play your cards right." Hoperi slyed as did Hotori. "Get away from me you dirty women!" Hoperi smirked. "What makes you think she's a women?" Chilly non too gently kicked Hoperi in the ass and bit her lip. "Grrrr." Daneko chuckled from his chair as they dressed the gothic prince in a more pleasing to the eye wardrobe.
Hotori slyed as he stood in a pink T-shirt and black leather pants. "I want my jacket back, this shirt doesn't cover all of my gut." Hoperi sighed. "Ok, on earth we call it your stomach, not your gut. Stand up straight and please stop making your face do that thing." Chilly, Daneko, and Hotori all raised a brow. "What thing?" they said in union. "The thing where the muscle goes up and down." Hotori stuck up his nose and put out his pinky finger. "My dear boy, we, civilized people like to call it a twitch.Moron." Chilly laughed as Hoperi slyed. "Har har, toss good manners back in my face, but we'll see who gets it when the public eye is watching your every move. You wont be able to have fun, have sex, or fart ever again." Daneko smirked. "And that's why you were in the news paper for farting in a library and causing an up roar of laughter." Hoperi blushed. "Shut up!" Chilly patted Hoperi's head and chimed in. "And for the sex part, as long as you keep your boys in your dresser room, like Hoperi here, then you'll be fine." Daneko nodded. "And as for the fun part, music isn't fun, its hard work, sweat and blood."
Based on the anime Gravitation.
Fic Summary: A tale of two boys that find themselves by finding each other. Daneko Wu, a boy who's just started a band that is in dyer need of a vocalist. And Hotori Hana wants to prove himself worthy to be that missing person in not only the band, but in Daneko's loveless life of all work and no play.
Chapter one: Cross my Heart
The sun was hotter then yesterday, and tempers seemed to show more. Daneko sighed, trailing a stray piece of his short blond hair, that tried to hide his green eyes, behind his ear that showed off his single piercing of a cross that dangled slightly, reflecting light every once in a while. "Next." His lips moved around the smoke between them. This was their second week looking for a new vocalist, and so far Cher had a better voice then all of the try outs put together. A boy with light pink hair stood and before he opened his mouth Daneko interrupted. "Next!" The boy pouted and ran off. Hoperi rolled his lilac eyes, as he bundled his long green hair back in a messy bun, and sat down by his drum set. "Your impossible. He was a good one." The slightly shorter boy said as he picked up a drum stick and harpooned it through his bun to keep it in place. Daneko frowned and ignored the comment as the next person approached the small stage. He stood, shaking, his hands gripping a sheet of music notes. He handed it to Chilly, a girl with long blond hair and sly blue eyes, her red lips curved as she took a seat at her key board. "When ever your ready." Daneko said unchastely. The boy looked up and smiled brightly, like his blue eyes, his black hair framing his pale face and the clothing he wore were tight to his frail body. He was dressed like a goth, but his pink nails showed his more sensitive side was still deep inside. Like the boy, Daneko was hard on the outside, but his nicer side was deeper then most peoples. The key board played a soft melody and then a harsh organ sound joined in, making the opposites sound pleasant together. "All I want is to get through.Please move to the side, your not my friend, I cross my heart that you hate me other then love me, its kinda like being Jesus, too many people for one man to love. Its kinda like musical chairs with no chairs to go around, its like your heart, too cold to care, to hurt to love, and all I want is for you to move a side and not let me fall inlove with you.With you. Don't let me fall.please, stop.don't let me fall inlove with you." The keyboard hit a darker key and ended like there was suppose to be more for the finish. Chilly turned the page over and shrugged. "That's it." Hoperi smirked at Daneko and nodded. "You can tell him the bad news, poor freak. I guess pink nail polish isn't the rage this year." Daneko ignored the comments again and stood. His smoke dropping to the floor and crushed under the grinding force of his high class tailored shoe. He walked to the stage and took the boys hand, he led him to the keyboard, moving Chilly aside and sat him down. "Make up and ending." The boy looked at the others then back up at the towering blond. "No." With a firm hold on his music notes the boy stood. "I appreciate being able to try out for a great band, but I will not change my song. I called the song Life and its not meant to end pretty, its real and I will never have it any other way." Daneko smirked and walked back to his chair. "Next." The boy gave him a hard glare, as the next entered the keyboard hit three simple notes. They were short and sweet, giving the song an ending that people wouldn't feel upset about. Daneko turned and watched the boy leave, music in hand and hate in his heart. Daneko sighed and eyed his band members. "Some one go drag him back here." Chilly crossed her arms and tapped her foot. Hoperi was flirting with the boy that was on the stage, in other words, he had to go drag him back himself. "Hired help my ass." He leaned against the door frame of the exit and lit a smoke. The boy leaned against the alley wall, tears slowly dripping down his face. "You know you have talent, kid. Why do you insist on being a brat about your music?" The boy snapped his eyes to aqua slits. "Go away, you have no respect for talent of music. Your not a band member, you're just another follower in the pop world!" Ouch! Daneko felt offended, but smiled when his thoughts trailed over the boy's passion for his work. "Why do you love music so much? A dream? Money? A lost loved one?" The boy looked into his eyes and sighed. "The only thing I've lost is myself, I have no dreams, no family to lose, no money.All I have is my music, its my air when im drowning in reality." Wow.And he's poetic. Daneko thought, putting the smoke out on the brick wall. "Do you want to be in the band or not?" The boy smiled. "Yeah, only if I keep the music I write. And you don't ask me to change it. Its very important to me to keep what I make, deal?" Daneko sighed. "Whatever, now get your ass inside, we need to work on your." he trailed off as the boy blushed. "My looks?" Daneko nodded and hit his sarcasm button. "No, you don't say?" They walked in, almost hand in hand, they were almost the same height, only because the younger one was wearing platforms. Daneko watched his walk as he entered on stage. "Chilly, fix his looks, Hoperi, do you think you can fix his body?" Chilly smirked. "Hoperi would like to do more then fix his body." She giggled as Hoperi and the boy blushed equally. "By the way, what's you name?" The boy blushed as Chilly started to pull off his clothing. "Hotori Hana. And you are?" Daneko lit another smoke. "You can all me Master for now." Hotori rolled his eyes. "Im so sure Master my ass." Chilly winked as she whispered in his ear. "He just might by the end of this week if you play your cards right." Hoperi slyed as did Hotori. "Get away from me you dirty women!" Hoperi smirked. "What makes you think she's a women?" Chilly non too gently kicked Hoperi in the ass and bit her lip. "Grrrr." Daneko chuckled from his chair as they dressed the gothic prince in a more pleasing to the eye wardrobe.
Hotori slyed as he stood in a pink T-shirt and black leather pants. "I want my jacket back, this shirt doesn't cover all of my gut." Hoperi sighed. "Ok, on earth we call it your stomach, not your gut. Stand up straight and please stop making your face do that thing." Chilly, Daneko, and Hotori all raised a brow. "What thing?" they said in union. "The thing where the muscle goes up and down." Hotori stuck up his nose and put out his pinky finger. "My dear boy, we, civilized people like to call it a twitch.Moron." Chilly laughed as Hoperi slyed. "Har har, toss good manners back in my face, but we'll see who gets it when the public eye is watching your every move. You wont be able to have fun, have sex, or fart ever again." Daneko smirked. "And that's why you were in the news paper for farting in a library and causing an up roar of laughter." Hoperi blushed. "Shut up!" Chilly patted Hoperi's head and chimed in. "And for the sex part, as long as you keep your boys in your dresser room, like Hoperi here, then you'll be fine." Daneko nodded. "And as for the fun part, music isn't fun, its hard work, sweat and blood."