Making the Band
by Pales Megami (Lady_Ako@hotmail.com)
Disclaimers: Usual disclaimers apply.
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A/N: Part two of the silly creation of my sleep-deprived, insomniatic mind ~_~ Be a sweetie and click on the "submit review" button, hey? And no, this chapter did *not* take me three months to write. Buck-Tick does wonders for the mind. Just a note: to everyone who's patiently waiting for the next installment of my Bishie fic-- I'm so, so, *so* sorry (Neko-chan. Kiko-chan. ;_;) I'm trying my hardest to get the next chapter finished. I haven't given up; it *will* get done. But. On to the fic~
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Chapter Two
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"iI say.../i"
ohmygodohmygod
"iFeel your breeze.../i"
ican'tbelievei'mdoingthis
"iAnytime, anywhere, in my heart.../i"
iwannagohomeletmegohome
"iFeel your breeze, never stop walking on, whoa~/i"
The wide assortments of lights in the karaoke bar shined brightly on the four singers, but nothing burned more brightly than Daisuke's Niwa's face. All those people, watching them, *staring* at them, as they busted their much-practiced V6 dance grooves. Step, step, turn, step, wiggly-thing with the hip... it was humiliating. The only comfort Daisuke had was the knowledge that nobody he knew was in there. Well, nobody except Hiwatari, but he didn't count. If he didn't know better, Daisuke would have thought his taciturn classmate was actually *enjoying* the attention they were getting. He could have sworn he saw Satoshi's mouth twitch when all the girls squealed loudly at his solo.
All? No, not all the girls. Two of them-- women, really-- a red-head and a black-haired woman next to her didn't squeal at all. They simply watched, unmoving, in intense concentration, throughout the entire song. It was rather unnerving; like they were being... studied, or something. Daisuke couldn't tear his eyes away from the watching women. They, in turn, never took their eyes from him or his companions, either.
The final guitar chords echoed and died in the air. There was a brief silence, then an explosion of noise as the audience showed their drunken appreciation. Daisuke took a few hasty steps backwards as a mob of girls clambered onto the stage. The two women turned to each other, whispering urgently and excitedly. Every so often, one of them would glance back at them, then turn back to her partner. Sidling over to a smirking and waving Dark, Daisuke grabbed the kaitou's hand and virtually hauled him away, off the stage.
"Shut up and *move*," he commanded, ignoring Dark's irate protests. A quick look backwards confirmed that Satoshi and Krad were following right behind them. Good; that meant Daisuke wouldn't have to fight through the throng of girls to fetch them later. Quickening his pace, he headed towards the men's restroom and slipped through the door.
"Daisuke." Satoshi panted lightly, quietly closing the bathroom door behind him as he followed Krad inside. "What's going on? Why are we hiding here?"
"Those women." Daisuke was met with blank stares. "Didn't you see them? Those two women?"
"Those two women, out of a hundred other two women?"
"Shut up, Dark. *Women*. Not girls. One of them had red curls, and the other had black hair in a pony-tail."
Satoshi looked at the ceiling, thinking. "Ano... I think I know who you're talking about. They were right in front."
"Well, what about them?" snorted Krad.
"They were... odd. They kept watching us, like they were studying us or something." Daisuke shuddered. "I dunno. They just kind of creeped me out."
Dark straightened up from his leaning position against the wall. He slapped Daisuke on the back, grinning.
"Ah, don't worry about it, Dai-chan," he trilled. "They were probably just completely taken by how hot we were." Dark opened the door. "So, are you all coming or what? I bet all the girls are still waiting for us out there."
*~*~
"Where did they go?!" screeched Manx.
"How am I supposed to know?" Birman snapped back. "I can't see a thing through all these crazy girls."
Shit! How could she have been so stupid? She took her eyes off the four singers for a *second*, and now they'd lost them. Temper rising like mercury, Birman forefully elbowed aside a chunk of the crowd.
"You bitch!" she heard one girl shriek.
"Oh, shut *up*!" Birman snarled, and gave the brat a sharp kick to the knee. Leaving the now sobbing girl to tend to her injured leg, the Kritiker agent scanned the bar frantically, mentally crossing her fingers she'd catch site of any one of the four singers.
"There!" Manx was waving her arms, pointing to a side entrance. "They're headed toward that exit over there!"
Score. A couple more kicks and elbow jabs got Birman to Manx's side; she didn't dare let her eyes stray from the four distant figures this time.
*~*~
The sight of the two weirdo women doggedly pushing their way closer was very, *very* frightening. The expressions on their faces-- Dark grimaced; he now understood what Daisuke was babbling on about. He felt like they were being persued by a pair of bloodhounds who wanted more than just their autographs.
"Hurry up, hurry up," the kaitou hissed to the other three. Damn; the women were definitely catching up to them. Come on, just relax, Dark silently reassured himself. You're going to get out of here just fine. You're almost at the door. Almost there. Just a couple more feet--
"Excuse me."
What the fuck? How'd they get here so fast? "Run!" he bellowed. Just as he was about to make a dash for the exit, he felt a hand close around his wrist.
"No, you will *not* run away," said a woman's voice. Deep; sultry; stern; commanding. "You will all be coming with me."
The pony-tailed woman was blocking the exit with her arms crossed. Daisuke looked back at his kaitou counterpart, his face helpless, and shrugged. Damn! Openly attacking their captors was not an option. Dark never hit girls, which included grown women. And these didn't look dangerous. Weird, yes, and a little creepy, maybe, but certainly not wanting to hurt them. Dark craned his neck to look at his captor. It was the red curly one. Cute, he thought with a grin. Definitely good in bed.
"Please. You must understand," she was saying. "It is imperative that all four of you come with us."
"Oh yeah? Why?"
The woman shook her head. "I can't explain here. Please. You need to come with us."
"We won't hurt you," Pony-tail Woman assured them. "We're not bad or dangerous or anything. We just need to ask a favor. ... A very big favor," she added.
Dark stared. It wasn't that he didn't trust the women; it was more he didn't trust the whole situation. The "favor" they were talking about sounded pretty big, pretty important. Top-secret. Was it something for the government? Like the American CIA or something?
"Daisuke?"
"I..." The boy still looked a little shaken, but a lot calmer now. "I think-- I think it's OK. I mean-- I trust them."
"Satoshi?"
"I agree with Niwa-san," the blue-haired boy answered. "It's safe. Relatively safe, anyway."
"And Krad?"
"Whatever. As long as Satoshi-sama doesn't get hurt, do whatever you want."
Dark sighed. "All right. We'll hear you girls out."
"Excellent." Pony-tail Girl smiled briefly, then beckoned with her finger. "Please follow me. We're giving you a ride to Headquarters. And please be quick; there's a great deal to discuss."
*~*~
Within a few minutes, the party of six were seated comfortably, if not a bit nervously, in an expensive-looking car, European by the looks of it. It wasn't exactly a limo, but it wasn't any normal car, either. Sort of like a limo-car hybrid, black and shiny and classy. The car confirmed Dark's suspicion that the women were important; probably involved in some government agency, or similar. After signalling the driver they were ready to leave, the red-headed woman faced the four guys across from her.
"I realize we haven't been formally introduced," she began. "My name is Manx, and this is Birman."
"We are involved in a top-secret organization called Kritiker."
"Kritiker?" Satoshi interrupted, eyebrows raised.
"Yes. If you've heard of it, we'd be both extremely surprised and extremely suspicious."
Satoshi shook his head. Manx smiled.
"Kritiker has been assigned a mission of utmost importance," she continued. "Unfortunately, the group we'd normally call on to complete this mission is... unavailable at the moment."
"This group being...?"
"Weiss. Perhaps you've heard of them?"
"Oh..." All turned to look at Daisuke. "Aren't they the assassin group that was involved with the whole Takatori thing?"
"Yes, they are." Birman sounded impressed. "Weiss is the group employed by Kritiker to carry out their missions. But, as I said, they are unable to accept the mission assigned to them."
"So, how does you two kidnapping us figure into the whole thing?" Dark inquired.
"Kidnapping?" laughed Birman. "Does it really seem like we're kidnapping you?"
"Just little."
"Well, hear us out, and you'll think otherwise." She laughed again, and settled back against her seat. "Kritiker has recently caught wind of a dangerous conspiracy linked to very prominent members of the entertainment industry. They are not sure of the plans exactly, but they have, according to what little information they were able to obtain, concluded that it involves murder. Several murders, in fact."
"Murder? Of whom?"
"We're still not sure. That's what Weiss was sent to find out. Kritiker needed them to infiltrate the company's headquarters and retrieve detailed plans of the conspiracy. As they are unable to accept the mission, we needed you four--" Birman looked pointedly at the four guys-- "to take on the mission instead."
"Whoa. *Whoa*." Dark leaned forward. His mouth was twisted in a wry half-smile. "From what you've told us, Kritiker deals with a lot of heavy-duty stuff."
"Yes?"
"And they assign missions to Weiss, who is a group of *assassins*?"
"Yes?"
"Ok, so..." Dark laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. "You want *us* to do the job of *assassins*?"
"Oh, no, it's not what you think," Manx said hastily. "This mission, though very important, is not typical of Weiss' ordinary missions at all."
"Please; do tell."
"There is no assassin-type skill involved. You will not need to fight anyone, go undercover, nothing like that. In fact, all you really have to do is exactly what you did in the karaoke bar fifteen minutes ago."
"What, *sing*?"
"Yes. What we need you to do is pose as a new boy band."
There was dead silence.
"WHAT?!" Dark exploded. Satoshi and Daisuke simply sat, totally stunned. Krad shook with suppressed laughter. "You want us to pretend to be-- to be-- V6? Or Chemistry? What the fuck kind of mission is this?!"
"An important one. This conspiracy is huge; many, many lives are in danger, and they are being threatened by a company who has vast influence and popularity among the public."
"Yeah? And what company is this, exactly?"
"This company," Birman replied seriously, "is a music industry."
"..."
"The company we need you to infiltrate is called NG Studios."
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END chapter two
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A/N: Whoo~ Plot twist! I bet you didn't see that coming, did you? ^^; I've suddenly gotten into writing cross-overs. There are two sitting in my computer, and another one is being fleshed out on paper. Anyway-- I realize now that both Manx and Birman are horribly OOC. Sorry; it couldn't be helped. I needed to do it for dramatizational purposes. Or something. I also realize poor Satoshi and Krad don't have much to say. That will be changed in the upcoming chapters. This chapter, by the way, only took me four days to write. I'm so proud of me. Of course, that meant me sacrificing *school work* time for fanfic time, but really. School can just kiss my ass :P Comments and criticisms (*nice* ones) are gladly appreciated. Now, on to cranking out the next chapter... uh, I mean... working really hard on my homework ::shifty eyes::
by Pales Megami (Lady_Ako@hotmail.com)
Disclaimers: Usual disclaimers apply.
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A/N: Part two of the silly creation of my sleep-deprived, insomniatic mind ~_~ Be a sweetie and click on the "submit review" button, hey? And no, this chapter did *not* take me three months to write. Buck-Tick does wonders for the mind. Just a note: to everyone who's patiently waiting for the next installment of my Bishie fic-- I'm so, so, *so* sorry (Neko-chan. Kiko-chan. ;_;) I'm trying my hardest to get the next chapter finished. I haven't given up; it *will* get done. But. On to the fic~
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Chapter Two
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"iI say.../i"
ohmygodohmygod
"iFeel your breeze.../i"
ican'tbelievei'mdoingthis
"iAnytime, anywhere, in my heart.../i"
iwannagohomeletmegohome
"iFeel your breeze, never stop walking on, whoa~/i"
The wide assortments of lights in the karaoke bar shined brightly on the four singers, but nothing burned more brightly than Daisuke's Niwa's face. All those people, watching them, *staring* at them, as they busted their much-practiced V6 dance grooves. Step, step, turn, step, wiggly-thing with the hip... it was humiliating. The only comfort Daisuke had was the knowledge that nobody he knew was in there. Well, nobody except Hiwatari, but he didn't count. If he didn't know better, Daisuke would have thought his taciturn classmate was actually *enjoying* the attention they were getting. He could have sworn he saw Satoshi's mouth twitch when all the girls squealed loudly at his solo.
All? No, not all the girls. Two of them-- women, really-- a red-head and a black-haired woman next to her didn't squeal at all. They simply watched, unmoving, in intense concentration, throughout the entire song. It was rather unnerving; like they were being... studied, or something. Daisuke couldn't tear his eyes away from the watching women. They, in turn, never took their eyes from him or his companions, either.
The final guitar chords echoed and died in the air. There was a brief silence, then an explosion of noise as the audience showed their drunken appreciation. Daisuke took a few hasty steps backwards as a mob of girls clambered onto the stage. The two women turned to each other, whispering urgently and excitedly. Every so often, one of them would glance back at them, then turn back to her partner. Sidling over to a smirking and waving Dark, Daisuke grabbed the kaitou's hand and virtually hauled him away, off the stage.
"Shut up and *move*," he commanded, ignoring Dark's irate protests. A quick look backwards confirmed that Satoshi and Krad were following right behind them. Good; that meant Daisuke wouldn't have to fight through the throng of girls to fetch them later. Quickening his pace, he headed towards the men's restroom and slipped through the door.
"Daisuke." Satoshi panted lightly, quietly closing the bathroom door behind him as he followed Krad inside. "What's going on? Why are we hiding here?"
"Those women." Daisuke was met with blank stares. "Didn't you see them? Those two women?"
"Those two women, out of a hundred other two women?"
"Shut up, Dark. *Women*. Not girls. One of them had red curls, and the other had black hair in a pony-tail."
Satoshi looked at the ceiling, thinking. "Ano... I think I know who you're talking about. They were right in front."
"Well, what about them?" snorted Krad.
"They were... odd. They kept watching us, like they were studying us or something." Daisuke shuddered. "I dunno. They just kind of creeped me out."
Dark straightened up from his leaning position against the wall. He slapped Daisuke on the back, grinning.
"Ah, don't worry about it, Dai-chan," he trilled. "They were probably just completely taken by how hot we were." Dark opened the door. "So, are you all coming or what? I bet all the girls are still waiting for us out there."
*~*~
"Where did they go?!" screeched Manx.
"How am I supposed to know?" Birman snapped back. "I can't see a thing through all these crazy girls."
Shit! How could she have been so stupid? She took her eyes off the four singers for a *second*, and now they'd lost them. Temper rising like mercury, Birman forefully elbowed aside a chunk of the crowd.
"You bitch!" she heard one girl shriek.
"Oh, shut *up*!" Birman snarled, and gave the brat a sharp kick to the knee. Leaving the now sobbing girl to tend to her injured leg, the Kritiker agent scanned the bar frantically, mentally crossing her fingers she'd catch site of any one of the four singers.
"There!" Manx was waving her arms, pointing to a side entrance. "They're headed toward that exit over there!"
Score. A couple more kicks and elbow jabs got Birman to Manx's side; she didn't dare let her eyes stray from the four distant figures this time.
*~*~
The sight of the two weirdo women doggedly pushing their way closer was very, *very* frightening. The expressions on their faces-- Dark grimaced; he now understood what Daisuke was babbling on about. He felt like they were being persued by a pair of bloodhounds who wanted more than just their autographs.
"Hurry up, hurry up," the kaitou hissed to the other three. Damn; the women were definitely catching up to them. Come on, just relax, Dark silently reassured himself. You're going to get out of here just fine. You're almost at the door. Almost there. Just a couple more feet--
"Excuse me."
What the fuck? How'd they get here so fast? "Run!" he bellowed. Just as he was about to make a dash for the exit, he felt a hand close around his wrist.
"No, you will *not* run away," said a woman's voice. Deep; sultry; stern; commanding. "You will all be coming with me."
The pony-tailed woman was blocking the exit with her arms crossed. Daisuke looked back at his kaitou counterpart, his face helpless, and shrugged. Damn! Openly attacking their captors was not an option. Dark never hit girls, which included grown women. And these didn't look dangerous. Weird, yes, and a little creepy, maybe, but certainly not wanting to hurt them. Dark craned his neck to look at his captor. It was the red curly one. Cute, he thought with a grin. Definitely good in bed.
"Please. You must understand," she was saying. "It is imperative that all four of you come with us."
"Oh yeah? Why?"
The woman shook her head. "I can't explain here. Please. You need to come with us."
"We won't hurt you," Pony-tail Woman assured them. "We're not bad or dangerous or anything. We just need to ask a favor. ... A very big favor," she added.
Dark stared. It wasn't that he didn't trust the women; it was more he didn't trust the whole situation. The "favor" they were talking about sounded pretty big, pretty important. Top-secret. Was it something for the government? Like the American CIA or something?
"Daisuke?"
"I..." The boy still looked a little shaken, but a lot calmer now. "I think-- I think it's OK. I mean-- I trust them."
"Satoshi?"
"I agree with Niwa-san," the blue-haired boy answered. "It's safe. Relatively safe, anyway."
"And Krad?"
"Whatever. As long as Satoshi-sama doesn't get hurt, do whatever you want."
Dark sighed. "All right. We'll hear you girls out."
"Excellent." Pony-tail Girl smiled briefly, then beckoned with her finger. "Please follow me. We're giving you a ride to Headquarters. And please be quick; there's a great deal to discuss."
*~*~
Within a few minutes, the party of six were seated comfortably, if not a bit nervously, in an expensive-looking car, European by the looks of it. It wasn't exactly a limo, but it wasn't any normal car, either. Sort of like a limo-car hybrid, black and shiny and classy. The car confirmed Dark's suspicion that the women were important; probably involved in some government agency, or similar. After signalling the driver they were ready to leave, the red-headed woman faced the four guys across from her.
"I realize we haven't been formally introduced," she began. "My name is Manx, and this is Birman."
"We are involved in a top-secret organization called Kritiker."
"Kritiker?" Satoshi interrupted, eyebrows raised.
"Yes. If you've heard of it, we'd be both extremely surprised and extremely suspicious."
Satoshi shook his head. Manx smiled.
"Kritiker has been assigned a mission of utmost importance," she continued. "Unfortunately, the group we'd normally call on to complete this mission is... unavailable at the moment."
"This group being...?"
"Weiss. Perhaps you've heard of them?"
"Oh..." All turned to look at Daisuke. "Aren't they the assassin group that was involved with the whole Takatori thing?"
"Yes, they are." Birman sounded impressed. "Weiss is the group employed by Kritiker to carry out their missions. But, as I said, they are unable to accept the mission assigned to them."
"So, how does you two kidnapping us figure into the whole thing?" Dark inquired.
"Kidnapping?" laughed Birman. "Does it really seem like we're kidnapping you?"
"Just little."
"Well, hear us out, and you'll think otherwise." She laughed again, and settled back against her seat. "Kritiker has recently caught wind of a dangerous conspiracy linked to very prominent members of the entertainment industry. They are not sure of the plans exactly, but they have, according to what little information they were able to obtain, concluded that it involves murder. Several murders, in fact."
"Murder? Of whom?"
"We're still not sure. That's what Weiss was sent to find out. Kritiker needed them to infiltrate the company's headquarters and retrieve detailed plans of the conspiracy. As they are unable to accept the mission, we needed you four--" Birman looked pointedly at the four guys-- "to take on the mission instead."
"Whoa. *Whoa*." Dark leaned forward. His mouth was twisted in a wry half-smile. "From what you've told us, Kritiker deals with a lot of heavy-duty stuff."
"Yes?"
"And they assign missions to Weiss, who is a group of *assassins*?"
"Yes?"
"Ok, so..." Dark laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. "You want *us* to do the job of *assassins*?"
"Oh, no, it's not what you think," Manx said hastily. "This mission, though very important, is not typical of Weiss' ordinary missions at all."
"Please; do tell."
"There is no assassin-type skill involved. You will not need to fight anyone, go undercover, nothing like that. In fact, all you really have to do is exactly what you did in the karaoke bar fifteen minutes ago."
"What, *sing*?"
"Yes. What we need you to do is pose as a new boy band."
There was dead silence.
"WHAT?!" Dark exploded. Satoshi and Daisuke simply sat, totally stunned. Krad shook with suppressed laughter. "You want us to pretend to be-- to be-- V6? Or Chemistry? What the fuck kind of mission is this?!"
"An important one. This conspiracy is huge; many, many lives are in danger, and they are being threatened by a company who has vast influence and popularity among the public."
"Yeah? And what company is this, exactly?"
"This company," Birman replied seriously, "is a music industry."
"..."
"The company we need you to infiltrate is called NG Studios."
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END chapter two
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A/N: Whoo~ Plot twist! I bet you didn't see that coming, did you? ^^; I've suddenly gotten into writing cross-overs. There are two sitting in my computer, and another one is being fleshed out on paper. Anyway-- I realize now that both Manx and Birman are horribly OOC. Sorry; it couldn't be helped. I needed to do it for dramatizational purposes. Or something. I also realize poor Satoshi and Krad don't have much to say. That will be changed in the upcoming chapters. This chapter, by the way, only took me four days to write. I'm so proud of me. Of course, that meant me sacrificing *school work* time for fanfic time, but really. School can just kiss my ass :P Comments and criticisms (*nice* ones) are gladly appreciated. Now, on to cranking out the next chapter... uh, I mean... working really hard on my homework ::shifty eyes::