Disclaimer: I do not own any of the many(possibly many...) anime that will eventually appear in this fic, I just borrow the characters and places is all.
Title: Death of the Orchid
Authors: Crystal Okamino and Binji Kaze
Beta Reader: need one...anyone? Please?
Fic Style: Death fic of a sorts. Don't let that scare you, the characters will all stay, even the dead ones.
Genre: Angst, humor, supernatural. How do you get angst and humor in one story? Well, read on and you'll find out. ^_^
Summary: After Aya's death, Weiá has to cope with a mission on their own. But what happens when they meet up with their supposedly dead teammate while doing undercover work as a band?
Pairings(Eventual and/or current): YoujixAya(Ran) definite. Shuichi/Yuki. TowaxAtsuro(highly likely). Others possible, will consider all requests.
Anime Involved So Far:
Weiá Kreuz
Yami no Matsuei
Gravitation
Kaikan Phrase
Any requests?
A/N: I apologize for this being so late. I've actually had it done for almost two weeks now. Hopefully there aren't any horrible mistakes in it, since I read it over and did editing...Hopefully. Well, I hope you like it. It's the start of Gravi and Kaikan characters as being main characters. ^_^ Enjoy~!
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Chapter 4: The Soul Hunters Are Brought to Attention
The funeral was short, not many were there. The students had paid their respects at the wake, but only a few went to the funeral. Not many people had liked her at school, she only had four friends, three siblings, and her parents. No cousins, aunts, uncles, or grandparents. Just those nine people.
Botan cried as quietly as he could, in Toge's arms. Tears ran down Toge's face silently, as he stared at the coffin solemnly. Bara buried his face in Ran's chest, unable to look without bursting into tears. Ran kept an arm around him as he watched them lower the coffin, the only one without tears.
As they dispersed, Sho went up to Ran. "It's your fault! She should never have died! It was because of you!"
A violet gaze was fixed on him, no emotion shown. "Sho, do you truly believe that? It was because of you that she went there. She pushed you away and got shot. She died protecting you. Do you really think that's my fault?" His voice was as his gaze, making him seem uncaring.
Sho grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him close to his face. "Do you even care that she's dead?! You don't seem like you do! Answer me, Ran!"
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Aya lay on his bed, curled up in a ball. The apartment was small, but comfortable to him. He sighed, wondering what the hell was with the flashbacks. He hated thinking about the past, it always put him into a depression, and he was depressing enough when content.
He closed his eyes, thinking about Weiá. They had seemed happy to see him, but were they just pretending? Youji, he could easily tell, was genuinely glad when he found the redhead to be alive. For some reason, that thought made him happy. Very little could do that. It was because of that happiness that he had let the blond get away with as much physical contact as he had.
He wondered, did they cry at his funeral? Was he the only one who didn't cry at friends' funerals? He had cared, though, despite what he let on. He caused his friends to hate him, separating himself from them. What they didn't understand was that it was because he didn't want to be hurt again. They didn't know just how it felt to have seen his friend die, and not be able to do anything. Not even take the body so there could be something to cremate.
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"I can't believe you, Ran! I never thought you could be so heartless!!" Bara screamed, tears streaming down his face. It was a week after Kaori's funeral, and Ran still showed no signs of caring. The smaller boy hit him in the chest, causing him to take a few steps back.
Ran sighed, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground as he took the hit. He didn't know how they couldn't see that he did care. He rarely talked, unless he had to, he showed no emotion and he used to be full of it. He wondered just how it was possible for them to miss that.
Botan walked away, unable to watch his group of friends fall apart. Toge glared at Ran, backing Bara up with his presence. The redhead sighed again and turned away. He left his friends there, to never see them again. He thendropped out of high school, which just caused more problems at home.
~*~*~
Aya was curled into an even tighter ball, eyes shut tight as he tried to keep from thinking too hard about those days. They were completely unpleasant, and he didn't want to remember anymore. He began to wonder if it was possible for the dead to kill themselves.
He buried his head into his knees, not wanting his train of thought to go there. He knew if it lingered there too long that he would try. Instead, he thought about Weiá. More specifically, the thought about Youji. Deciding he wanted to talk to the blond, he stood up and got himself dressed.
His hair, grown out to the point of reaching halfway down his shoulder blades, was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and he wore all black. Finished, he teleported himself into Kudou's room, set to wait until the blond came back. He lay down on the bed that was larger and much less firm than any he had ever slept in before.
He was curious, wanting to look around the room, but he respected Youji's privacy. He restricted himself to just laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He let his mind wonder, so as to think of anything other than they stupidity of his being there. Sighing for the nth time in the day, he drifted off to sleep, not awaking until Youji came.
~*~*~
Youji ate a small dinner, barely talking to Ken and Omi. The first few days after seeing Aya he had been more like himself. With no sign of him a week later, though, he feel back into his depression. As he walked to his room, leaving the two in the kitchen, he started to think about Aya.
He desperately wanted to see the man again. When he opened his bedroom door, his eyes widened as he spotted his bed. He quickly stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind him. Aya lay on his bed, sleeping. He looked peaceful in his sleep, the constant frown gone from his face.
Youji walked over to the slumbering form with the stealth his occupation required. He kneeled next to the bed and continued to stare at Aya. His hand lifted to brush the long bangs away from the delicate face, and was greeted by the sight of sleepy violet eyes. As the redhead became more awake and aware, the eyes began to lighten to amethyst.
Entranced by the changing color of Aya's eyes, Youji stared at him as he woke up. The redhead yawned and looked at Youji, and as realization of who was staring at him dawned on him, his eyes became almost clear as he gave a small smile.
Swallowing the lump out of his throat, Youji stood up and glanced away. "Hey, Aya."
"Hey," he replied, his voice low and almost teasing as his normal fa‡ade had yet to appear in his tired state.
Youji sat down on his bed by Aya's feet. Aya sat up and crossed his legs, resting his elbow on his knee and chin on hand. "So, Aya, what are you doing here?"
The redhead sighed and began to slip into his normal, stoic self. He knew Youji was still shocked that he was there, but he still felt unwanted by the words. "To talk."
Realizing that the man was losing his good mood, Youji smiled and look at him. "About what?" The two used to talk to each other in their days together as Weiá, finding companionship in their maturity and shared experiences. They understood each other more than Ken or Omi, and could trust each other more than them.
Feeling better after picking up that he was wanted there, he smiled lightly again. "I guess about anything you want. I didn't come with much of a plan."
"Mm, okay," Youji grinned and inched closer to him. Silence fell over them as Youji tried to think of something to talk about. First and foremost in his mind was how it was possible for him to be there, but he didn't want to break the good mood. Unable to think of anything else, he sighed at the thought of bringing it up. "You know I have to ask, Aya."
Aya nodded and leaned back against the headboard, stretching out his legs. "I am dead, but I'm alive at the same time. This is a living body that requires all the same things you do, and holds a soul as well. I'm really the same as you except I heal much faster, and can go much longer without necessities. I can fly, as..ridiculous as that sounds, and teleport myself to anyplace I wish. I can become invisible to the living, and... I think that's about it."
Youji nodded, then smiled a genuinely happy smile. Aya watched him, curious as to what made him so happy. The blond grabbed his arm and yanked, pulling Aya to him. Startled, the redhead allowed himself to be pulled, colliding with his chest. "Kudou, what th-mmph!" His eyes went wide and body stiff as Youji kissed him.
Getting over the initial shock, he pulled away, trembling and trying not to think of how good it had felt. He turned away so that Youji couldn't see his face. He shook from the pleasure he had felt, but was afraid to let himself feel it. Allowing himself pleasure always led to pain, and he always hurt those he cared about.
"Fuck, Aya. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Sorry," he was sorry, too, as he felt like he just ruined his relationship with the smaller man.
Taking in a deep breath to still his shaking, he spoke up. "It's.All right, Youji. Don't worry about it."
Youji looked at him wistfully. He wanted to kiss him again, but didn't care to push things too far. He had a feeling Aya wouldn't be inclined to pay him anymore visits should he act as such again.
"I've got to get to Meifu. I'll see you later, Youji. Feel free to tell Ken and Omi about our conversation," his wording made it clear to Youji that he should not mention the kiss. Not that he would have anyway.
"See you later, Aya," he went unheard, as the redhead had disappeared.
"Youji! Who are you talking to?" Omi called from outside the room.
The lanky man laid himself down on the bed, answering with a solemn "No one," as he did so. The pillows still smelled like the man, comforting him. He fell asleep, thinking about Aya and how sweet he had tasted.
~*~*~
"Where the hell is that bastard?" Kaori stamped around the room, furious. "He was supposed to be here over an hour ago! We need to practice!"
Tsuzuki smiled in the corner, glad to be doing nothing. Hisoka strummed his bass guitar in boredom, adding a solemn note to the room.
Aya walked into the room while fixing his sleep tousled hair. The black-haired girl stormed up to him, red contact-tinted eyes blazing furiously. "Where the hell were you?!"
The redhead glared at her for yelling, but didn't answer. He set up the mike he used for practicing, since the others hadn't out of spite. Kaori huffed, seriously pissed off. "You bastard! God, you at least USED to have manners enough to apologize for being so fucking late!"
"Lay off, Kaori. I'm not in the mood to listen to you bitch at me. I know I've changed, get over it."
Unable to keep a reign on her anger any longer, she exploded. "You fucking bastard! What gives you the right to talk to me like that?! You've been so fucking rude it's unbelievable! Get the stick out of your ass, -Aya-!" She spat out his name with disgust, all but shrieking at him. Hisoka was pressed against the wall in pain from the anger she was emitting and Tsuzuki was covering his ears.
The cause of her anger merely shrugged in response. "Being a cold-hearted bastard works for me. I'm just a murderer. Murderers have no manners. Now, again I say, get over it."
Kaori stormed out of the room, a homicidal expression on her face. Aya just shrugged and decided to leave, though through a different exit. Hisoka sat against the wall, panting from the overload of emotions.
Tsuzuki wandered over to his partner, worried. He knew better than to touch the boy in his state, but felt the need to stay there. "Hisoka, are you all right?" He kept his voice quiet out of fear of aggravating his condition.
A shake of his head sent tears flying as the young blond hugged his legs to his chest. The pain had been nearly intolerable, blood dripped down his chin from biting his lips to keep from screaming in agony. "It was overwhelming. Their anger combined. Both have such strong anger, it hurt so much," his voice broke as he sobbed and choked on tears.
Tsuzuki felt his own anger arise, directed towards the two that caused the green-eyed boy such pain, but when Hisoka flinched, he pushed it away. He concentrated again on comforting the boy, but didn't find it to be working. "Hisoka, you should go to your room and get some rest."
Hisoka nodded and stood up shakily. In order to avoid people, he teleported himself to his room, collapsing onto his bed. He fell asleep quickly, and back in the practice room, Tsuzuki tried to manage his anger.
The week passed with Hisoka in bed and ignoring everyone. Tsuzuki ignored Ran and Kaori in anger, Kaori ignored Ran so as not to kill him, and Ran ignored everyone in reciprocation. Two days after the incident, though, he paid another visit to Youji.
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Shuichi sat at a table with his band, manager, and producer, discussing advertisement plans for Bad Luck. More than that came up during their discussion, though, as they thought of a new rival band.
"I don't like that band, what was it called? Tamashii no Ryoushi?" The pink-haired J-rock singer said, muttering under his breath some more of his thoughts. Fujisaki and Hiroshi nodded their agreement. Sakano and K didn't reply, trying not to badmouth another band though their thoughts were much the same.
"I like them even less than ASK. There's just something suspicious about them," the redhead wrinkled his nose in disgust as he mentioned ASK. Shuichi shuddered at the thought of Aizawa Tachi, and what the bastard had done to him.
K decided the group had done enough thinking and talking for the day, and should start practicing. He stood up and looked at the three band members smiling. "Let's go, Bad Luck! We have to work on the songs if we're going to beat Nittle Grasper this year!"
Shuichi brightened at the prospect of singing, and nodded enthusiastically. He, too, stood up, blue eyes shining with determination. "Okay!" He spoke with accented English, "Let's go!"
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Atsuro lay on the floor in Towa's apartment, rolling from side to side. He was having a hard time sleeping, thinking about the newest band rising in popularity. He was creeped out by the strange happenings to many of those who heard them live. Nothing like that should ever happen.
Towa walked in, holding a mug of steaming tea. He noticed the high schooler was still awake, and stepped over to him. He sat down on the floor next to him and looked down. "Are you all right, Atsuro?"
"I'm fine, Towa. Why are you awake?" He asked with curiosity, wondering if his blond friend was thinking of the same thing.
Smiling lightly, he offered the mug to the redhead before speaking. The boy took the cup and sipped at it quietly, listening to Towa. "I was thinking of the band Tamashii no Ryoushi. There seems to be a lot of strange things happening around them."
Atsuro nodded, "I was thinking about the same thing. Don't you think it's strange, so many people falling into comas after listening to them in live concerts? It's like a warped version of dothack!"
Towa laughed at the simile, finding it amusing that even though it was a serious topic, his friend could still manage to fit a video game into the mix. "Yes, I suppose you could say that," he chuckled some more at the miffed expression on Atsuro's face, clearly not appreciating him finding the comparison amusing. "And yes, it definitely is strange. What I want to know is why haven't the police gotten themselves involved?"
"The police force is lazy these days. Anything short of rape and murder that requires work to solve they just ignore. They really have to start doing their job," he muttered, earning himself yet another grin from Towa. It seemed he was able to amuse the bassist easily, even when he was being serious.
"Yes, well, maybe we should talk about this later, like when we've rested? You've got school tomorrow, you know," he couldn't help but encourage the boy to at least finish his high school education, so as to have something he didn't. He loved playing the bass, but he also wished that he had finished schooling so he could go to college when being in a band no longer payed enough to live.
Sighing, Atsuro nodded and handed the half-empty mug to his friend. "Yeah," he didn't sound at all thrilled at the idea of going to school, "all right. Good night, Towa," he smiled up at the blond as he settled back into the blankets on the floor.
"You know, Atsuro, the couch is there for more than one reason. It's a pull-out, which I think I've told you on numerous occasions."
The redhead laughed and nodded, wrapping himself up in the blankets. "I know, but I've grown attached to the floor."
Grinning, Towa decided to tease him some more, "You mean you fell off the couch one too many times and no longer trust it."
"It tried to kill me, I swear!"
"And what about the pull-out?"
"It bit me!"
The two laughed again, feeling much more light-hearted. Towa stood up, warming his hands by wrapping them around the mug. "G'night, Atsuro."
"Night-night, Towa." The blond left the room, making sure to turn off the lights as he went to his bedroom. Atsuro fell asleep not long after Towa left, more relaxed than he had been before the teasing blond had stopped to talk to him.
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A/N: I hope it was worth the wait. If you couldn't tell, Tamashii no Ryoushi is the name of the band in question. I hope that's correct Japanese grammar...It's supposed to be "Soul Hunter." If anyone knows for sure whether I'm correct or not, please tell me. And if I'm not, please tell me the correct words...*laughs* I do try, but I only have so much knowledge as I've only taken one class and it was all stuff I all ready knew.
Ano...You may have noticed, those who have seen YnM, that I've taken some liberties with the series. I can't remember everything they can and can't do and how things wind up the way they do, so I've altered it to serve my purposes. I hope no one views this as me ruining the series, 'cause that's not what I'm trying to do. Well, please review, let me know just how bad it truly is! *has no confidence* Bai-bai~!
Title: Death of the Orchid
Authors: Crystal Okamino and Binji Kaze
Beta Reader: need one...anyone? Please?
Fic Style: Death fic of a sorts. Don't let that scare you, the characters will all stay, even the dead ones.
Genre: Angst, humor, supernatural. How do you get angst and humor in one story? Well, read on and you'll find out. ^_^
Summary: After Aya's death, Weiá has to cope with a mission on their own. But what happens when they meet up with their supposedly dead teammate while doing undercover work as a band?
Pairings(Eventual and/or current): YoujixAya(Ran) definite. Shuichi/Yuki. TowaxAtsuro(highly likely). Others possible, will consider all requests.
Anime Involved So Far:
Weiá Kreuz
Yami no Matsuei
Gravitation
Kaikan Phrase
Any requests?
A/N: I apologize for this being so late. I've actually had it done for almost two weeks now. Hopefully there aren't any horrible mistakes in it, since I read it over and did editing...Hopefully. Well, I hope you like it. It's the start of Gravi and Kaikan characters as being main characters. ^_^ Enjoy~!
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Chapter 4: The Soul Hunters Are Brought to Attention
The funeral was short, not many were there. The students had paid their respects at the wake, but only a few went to the funeral. Not many people had liked her at school, she only had four friends, three siblings, and her parents. No cousins, aunts, uncles, or grandparents. Just those nine people.
Botan cried as quietly as he could, in Toge's arms. Tears ran down Toge's face silently, as he stared at the coffin solemnly. Bara buried his face in Ran's chest, unable to look without bursting into tears. Ran kept an arm around him as he watched them lower the coffin, the only one without tears.
As they dispersed, Sho went up to Ran. "It's your fault! She should never have died! It was because of you!"
A violet gaze was fixed on him, no emotion shown. "Sho, do you truly believe that? It was because of you that she went there. She pushed you away and got shot. She died protecting you. Do you really think that's my fault?" His voice was as his gaze, making him seem uncaring.
Sho grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him close to his face. "Do you even care that she's dead?! You don't seem like you do! Answer me, Ran!"
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Aya lay on his bed, curled up in a ball. The apartment was small, but comfortable to him. He sighed, wondering what the hell was with the flashbacks. He hated thinking about the past, it always put him into a depression, and he was depressing enough when content.
He closed his eyes, thinking about Weiá. They had seemed happy to see him, but were they just pretending? Youji, he could easily tell, was genuinely glad when he found the redhead to be alive. For some reason, that thought made him happy. Very little could do that. It was because of that happiness that he had let the blond get away with as much physical contact as he had.
He wondered, did they cry at his funeral? Was he the only one who didn't cry at friends' funerals? He had cared, though, despite what he let on. He caused his friends to hate him, separating himself from them. What they didn't understand was that it was because he didn't want to be hurt again. They didn't know just how it felt to have seen his friend die, and not be able to do anything. Not even take the body so there could be something to cremate.
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"I can't believe you, Ran! I never thought you could be so heartless!!" Bara screamed, tears streaming down his face. It was a week after Kaori's funeral, and Ran still showed no signs of caring. The smaller boy hit him in the chest, causing him to take a few steps back.
Ran sighed, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground as he took the hit. He didn't know how they couldn't see that he did care. He rarely talked, unless he had to, he showed no emotion and he used to be full of it. He wondered just how it was possible for them to miss that.
Botan walked away, unable to watch his group of friends fall apart. Toge glared at Ran, backing Bara up with his presence. The redhead sighed again and turned away. He left his friends there, to never see them again. He thendropped out of high school, which just caused more problems at home.
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Aya was curled into an even tighter ball, eyes shut tight as he tried to keep from thinking too hard about those days. They were completely unpleasant, and he didn't want to remember anymore. He began to wonder if it was possible for the dead to kill themselves.
He buried his head into his knees, not wanting his train of thought to go there. He knew if it lingered there too long that he would try. Instead, he thought about Weiá. More specifically, the thought about Youji. Deciding he wanted to talk to the blond, he stood up and got himself dressed.
His hair, grown out to the point of reaching halfway down his shoulder blades, was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and he wore all black. Finished, he teleported himself into Kudou's room, set to wait until the blond came back. He lay down on the bed that was larger and much less firm than any he had ever slept in before.
He was curious, wanting to look around the room, but he respected Youji's privacy. He restricted himself to just laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He let his mind wonder, so as to think of anything other than they stupidity of his being there. Sighing for the nth time in the day, he drifted off to sleep, not awaking until Youji came.
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Youji ate a small dinner, barely talking to Ken and Omi. The first few days after seeing Aya he had been more like himself. With no sign of him a week later, though, he feel back into his depression. As he walked to his room, leaving the two in the kitchen, he started to think about Aya.
He desperately wanted to see the man again. When he opened his bedroom door, his eyes widened as he spotted his bed. He quickly stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind him. Aya lay on his bed, sleeping. He looked peaceful in his sleep, the constant frown gone from his face.
Youji walked over to the slumbering form with the stealth his occupation required. He kneeled next to the bed and continued to stare at Aya. His hand lifted to brush the long bangs away from the delicate face, and was greeted by the sight of sleepy violet eyes. As the redhead became more awake and aware, the eyes began to lighten to amethyst.
Entranced by the changing color of Aya's eyes, Youji stared at him as he woke up. The redhead yawned and looked at Youji, and as realization of who was staring at him dawned on him, his eyes became almost clear as he gave a small smile.
Swallowing the lump out of his throat, Youji stood up and glanced away. "Hey, Aya."
"Hey," he replied, his voice low and almost teasing as his normal fa‡ade had yet to appear in his tired state.
Youji sat down on his bed by Aya's feet. Aya sat up and crossed his legs, resting his elbow on his knee and chin on hand. "So, Aya, what are you doing here?"
The redhead sighed and began to slip into his normal, stoic self. He knew Youji was still shocked that he was there, but he still felt unwanted by the words. "To talk."
Realizing that the man was losing his good mood, Youji smiled and look at him. "About what?" The two used to talk to each other in their days together as Weiá, finding companionship in their maturity and shared experiences. They understood each other more than Ken or Omi, and could trust each other more than them.
Feeling better after picking up that he was wanted there, he smiled lightly again. "I guess about anything you want. I didn't come with much of a plan."
"Mm, okay," Youji grinned and inched closer to him. Silence fell over them as Youji tried to think of something to talk about. First and foremost in his mind was how it was possible for him to be there, but he didn't want to break the good mood. Unable to think of anything else, he sighed at the thought of bringing it up. "You know I have to ask, Aya."
Aya nodded and leaned back against the headboard, stretching out his legs. "I am dead, but I'm alive at the same time. This is a living body that requires all the same things you do, and holds a soul as well. I'm really the same as you except I heal much faster, and can go much longer without necessities. I can fly, as..ridiculous as that sounds, and teleport myself to anyplace I wish. I can become invisible to the living, and... I think that's about it."
Youji nodded, then smiled a genuinely happy smile. Aya watched him, curious as to what made him so happy. The blond grabbed his arm and yanked, pulling Aya to him. Startled, the redhead allowed himself to be pulled, colliding with his chest. "Kudou, what th-mmph!" His eyes went wide and body stiff as Youji kissed him.
Getting over the initial shock, he pulled away, trembling and trying not to think of how good it had felt. He turned away so that Youji couldn't see his face. He shook from the pleasure he had felt, but was afraid to let himself feel it. Allowing himself pleasure always led to pain, and he always hurt those he cared about.
"Fuck, Aya. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Sorry," he was sorry, too, as he felt like he just ruined his relationship with the smaller man.
Taking in a deep breath to still his shaking, he spoke up. "It's.All right, Youji. Don't worry about it."
Youji looked at him wistfully. He wanted to kiss him again, but didn't care to push things too far. He had a feeling Aya wouldn't be inclined to pay him anymore visits should he act as such again.
"I've got to get to Meifu. I'll see you later, Youji. Feel free to tell Ken and Omi about our conversation," his wording made it clear to Youji that he should not mention the kiss. Not that he would have anyway.
"See you later, Aya," he went unheard, as the redhead had disappeared.
"Youji! Who are you talking to?" Omi called from outside the room.
The lanky man laid himself down on the bed, answering with a solemn "No one," as he did so. The pillows still smelled like the man, comforting him. He fell asleep, thinking about Aya and how sweet he had tasted.
~*~*~
"Where the hell is that bastard?" Kaori stamped around the room, furious. "He was supposed to be here over an hour ago! We need to practice!"
Tsuzuki smiled in the corner, glad to be doing nothing. Hisoka strummed his bass guitar in boredom, adding a solemn note to the room.
Aya walked into the room while fixing his sleep tousled hair. The black-haired girl stormed up to him, red contact-tinted eyes blazing furiously. "Where the hell were you?!"
The redhead glared at her for yelling, but didn't answer. He set up the mike he used for practicing, since the others hadn't out of spite. Kaori huffed, seriously pissed off. "You bastard! God, you at least USED to have manners enough to apologize for being so fucking late!"
"Lay off, Kaori. I'm not in the mood to listen to you bitch at me. I know I've changed, get over it."
Unable to keep a reign on her anger any longer, she exploded. "You fucking bastard! What gives you the right to talk to me like that?! You've been so fucking rude it's unbelievable! Get the stick out of your ass, -Aya-!" She spat out his name with disgust, all but shrieking at him. Hisoka was pressed against the wall in pain from the anger she was emitting and Tsuzuki was covering his ears.
The cause of her anger merely shrugged in response. "Being a cold-hearted bastard works for me. I'm just a murderer. Murderers have no manners. Now, again I say, get over it."
Kaori stormed out of the room, a homicidal expression on her face. Aya just shrugged and decided to leave, though through a different exit. Hisoka sat against the wall, panting from the overload of emotions.
Tsuzuki wandered over to his partner, worried. He knew better than to touch the boy in his state, but felt the need to stay there. "Hisoka, are you all right?" He kept his voice quiet out of fear of aggravating his condition.
A shake of his head sent tears flying as the young blond hugged his legs to his chest. The pain had been nearly intolerable, blood dripped down his chin from biting his lips to keep from screaming in agony. "It was overwhelming. Their anger combined. Both have such strong anger, it hurt so much," his voice broke as he sobbed and choked on tears.
Tsuzuki felt his own anger arise, directed towards the two that caused the green-eyed boy such pain, but when Hisoka flinched, he pushed it away. He concentrated again on comforting the boy, but didn't find it to be working. "Hisoka, you should go to your room and get some rest."
Hisoka nodded and stood up shakily. In order to avoid people, he teleported himself to his room, collapsing onto his bed. He fell asleep quickly, and back in the practice room, Tsuzuki tried to manage his anger.
The week passed with Hisoka in bed and ignoring everyone. Tsuzuki ignored Ran and Kaori in anger, Kaori ignored Ran so as not to kill him, and Ran ignored everyone in reciprocation. Two days after the incident, though, he paid another visit to Youji.
~*~*~
Shuichi sat at a table with his band, manager, and producer, discussing advertisement plans for Bad Luck. More than that came up during their discussion, though, as they thought of a new rival band.
"I don't like that band, what was it called? Tamashii no Ryoushi?" The pink-haired J-rock singer said, muttering under his breath some more of his thoughts. Fujisaki and Hiroshi nodded their agreement. Sakano and K didn't reply, trying not to badmouth another band though their thoughts were much the same.
"I like them even less than ASK. There's just something suspicious about them," the redhead wrinkled his nose in disgust as he mentioned ASK. Shuichi shuddered at the thought of Aizawa Tachi, and what the bastard had done to him.
K decided the group had done enough thinking and talking for the day, and should start practicing. He stood up and looked at the three band members smiling. "Let's go, Bad Luck! We have to work on the songs if we're going to beat Nittle Grasper this year!"
Shuichi brightened at the prospect of singing, and nodded enthusiastically. He, too, stood up, blue eyes shining with determination. "Okay!" He spoke with accented English, "Let's go!"
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Atsuro lay on the floor in Towa's apartment, rolling from side to side. He was having a hard time sleeping, thinking about the newest band rising in popularity. He was creeped out by the strange happenings to many of those who heard them live. Nothing like that should ever happen.
Towa walked in, holding a mug of steaming tea. He noticed the high schooler was still awake, and stepped over to him. He sat down on the floor next to him and looked down. "Are you all right, Atsuro?"
"I'm fine, Towa. Why are you awake?" He asked with curiosity, wondering if his blond friend was thinking of the same thing.
Smiling lightly, he offered the mug to the redhead before speaking. The boy took the cup and sipped at it quietly, listening to Towa. "I was thinking of the band Tamashii no Ryoushi. There seems to be a lot of strange things happening around them."
Atsuro nodded, "I was thinking about the same thing. Don't you think it's strange, so many people falling into comas after listening to them in live concerts? It's like a warped version of dothack!"
Towa laughed at the simile, finding it amusing that even though it was a serious topic, his friend could still manage to fit a video game into the mix. "Yes, I suppose you could say that," he chuckled some more at the miffed expression on Atsuro's face, clearly not appreciating him finding the comparison amusing. "And yes, it definitely is strange. What I want to know is why haven't the police gotten themselves involved?"
"The police force is lazy these days. Anything short of rape and murder that requires work to solve they just ignore. They really have to start doing their job," he muttered, earning himself yet another grin from Towa. It seemed he was able to amuse the bassist easily, even when he was being serious.
"Yes, well, maybe we should talk about this later, like when we've rested? You've got school tomorrow, you know," he couldn't help but encourage the boy to at least finish his high school education, so as to have something he didn't. He loved playing the bass, but he also wished that he had finished schooling so he could go to college when being in a band no longer payed enough to live.
Sighing, Atsuro nodded and handed the half-empty mug to his friend. "Yeah," he didn't sound at all thrilled at the idea of going to school, "all right. Good night, Towa," he smiled up at the blond as he settled back into the blankets on the floor.
"You know, Atsuro, the couch is there for more than one reason. It's a pull-out, which I think I've told you on numerous occasions."
The redhead laughed and nodded, wrapping himself up in the blankets. "I know, but I've grown attached to the floor."
Grinning, Towa decided to tease him some more, "You mean you fell off the couch one too many times and no longer trust it."
"It tried to kill me, I swear!"
"And what about the pull-out?"
"It bit me!"
The two laughed again, feeling much more light-hearted. Towa stood up, warming his hands by wrapping them around the mug. "G'night, Atsuro."
"Night-night, Towa." The blond left the room, making sure to turn off the lights as he went to his bedroom. Atsuro fell asleep not long after Towa left, more relaxed than he had been before the teasing blond had stopped to talk to him.
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A/N: I hope it was worth the wait. If you couldn't tell, Tamashii no Ryoushi is the name of the band in question. I hope that's correct Japanese grammar...It's supposed to be "Soul Hunter." If anyone knows for sure whether I'm correct or not, please tell me. And if I'm not, please tell me the correct words...*laughs* I do try, but I only have so much knowledge as I've only taken one class and it was all stuff I all ready knew.
Ano...You may have noticed, those who have seen YnM, that I've taken some liberties with the series. I can't remember everything they can and can't do and how things wind up the way they do, so I've altered it to serve my purposes. I hope no one views this as me ruining the series, 'cause that's not what I'm trying to do. Well, please review, let me know just how bad it truly is! *has no confidence* Bai-bai~!