Words
+ Guitar
by Black Rainbow
Yaoi // Pairing: undecided, because I might change my mind ;) //
Comments:
I think my characters are OOC. But, if they are, I think I'll keep them that way.
Maybe. What do you think? And as usual, this is extremely unedited:
PART FOUR
"So, what did you think about the set?"
Kiyota beamed as he started to answer Mitsui's question. "It was awesome! I think that was the best version of Calamity that I've ever heard! And Rukawa's guitar in Pos-"
"Nobu-kun, the baka kitsune is asleep; you don't have to suck up," Hanamichi whispered in his ears. Kiyota turned red, and Hanamichi wondered vaguely if it was out of embarrassment or anger. Yohei, who was the only other person who heard him, almost choked with suppressed laughter.
"I agree with Nobunaga about the set," Koshino said with a smile, glaring at Sakuragi and Kiyota, who both looked like they were going to start another one of their arguments.
"What about you? When did you start your band and all?" Sendoh asked Hanamichi curiously. Koshino noticed that Hanamichi was almost the only person Sendoh addressed to the whole night. He decided to answer instead.
"Oh, we've been playing together since early this year. Not that long, I guess, but Hanamichi and Yohei started the band together ages ago."
"Yeah, we found Kiyota at this inter-high school 'battle of the bands' thing, and Koshino joined us a couple of months after that. We may not have been together for that long, but we're already like brothers," Hanamichi added with a smile.
"How cute," Fujima intoned sarcastically. The whole table turned towards him. He hadn't spoken the whole time; the others had forgotten about him. Seeing the look in their eyes, he raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Koshino scowled. Mitsui just shrugged, as if to say, /that's Fujima for you./ Yohei narrowed his eyes, but was relieved that Hanamichi and Kiyota missed the sarcasm in Fujima's words. Sendoh frowned slightly. "Kenji is just in a bad mood today," he said out loud. "Ne, Kenji?"
"Whatever you say, Akira-kun," Kenji drawled, his tone saccharine sweet. "In fact, since I'm not feeling too well, I think I'll leave now. I hope you don't /mind/."
Mitsui shrugged again. The rest of them just stared blankly as Fujima left. When the boy was completely out of sight, Hanamichi wondered, "what's up with /him/?"
"Ah he's just a little erm, weird," Sendoh murmured with a smile. "You get used to it."
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"Kenji,
you didn't have to be so rude," Mitsui muttered. He and Sendoh left the club
hours later, a sleepy Rukawa trailing behind them. The four of them have separate
apartments but spent most of their time at Rukawa's. Rukawa had made part of the
place a private studio, which they used for practice sometimes.
"I don't think I was being rude," Fujima said lightly. His fingers ran through the keys of the piano and he started to play a few chords.
Rukawa reached for one of his acoustic guitars that had been lying around and sat down on the nearest sofa. He started to accompany Fujima's piano, not saying anything. Sendoh leaned against the doorway, watching Mitsui glare at Fujima's back.
"I think Kenji's jealous of the new band," he suddenly announced, in an almost gleeful tone. "You all saw how talented they were."
Fujima's hands stilled. "I'm not jealous," he said slowly. "And I admit that they're not bad, but they're not as good as you think, /Sendoh./" Then his apparent anger seemed to disappear as he flashed a quick grin and continued, "You're just smitten by that red haired kid."
Mitsui chuckled. Even Rukawa looked up at Sendoh curiously. "That do'ahou?"
Sendoh grinned back. "Hey, you have to admit that he's cute, right? And he obviously likes me."
"Hn."
At Fujima's lack of response, Sendoh strode across the room towards him. Mitsui edged away and sat next to Rukawa and Sendoh leaned over and hugged Fujima from the back. "Hey, Kenji, are you mad? I still like you the best, you know," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Fujima rolled his eyes. "As if I ever thought that a clumsy amateur like him could ever take you from me."
"Sheesh, then why the -"
He stopped talking when Fujima shrugged his arms off gently and started to play the piano again. "It's nothing, okay? I'm just in a bad mood, like you said." He nodded approvingly as Rukawa started to accompany him again. "Akira, you play, too."
"But -"
"Can't you see that I'm on the verge of a new song right now? /Play./"
Grumbling slightly, Akira found his guitar and joined in. Fujima didn't have to tell Mitsui to do so as well - he was already walking towards his drum set.
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"Arggh!" Hanamichi threw up his hands in frustration. "What about that part can't you get?" He stabbed at the lyric sheet. "This says that you don't want to see the girl anymore. Okay? Nowhere in this song is a line that says 'I want to see you again.' Why do you keep singing it the other way round?"
"I'll see the damned girl if I want to," Kiyota snapped back, not making any sense even to himself.
"Look," Hanamichi started again with uncharacteristic patience. "You don't like this girl anymore. You /don't/ want to see her again. You can see other girls, just not this one. Okay? That's what the song says." He sighed. "Jeez."
"Leave him alone, Hanamichi. He's tired. We're all tired. Can't we just do this tomorrow?" Yohei asked.
"Yeah. It's pretty late, you know," Koshino agreed, yawning. "We were supposed to practice right after auditioning for that Soichiro guy, but noooo, you had to go see Sendoh Akira play" he trailed off and shuddered as the redhead sent him a death glare. "Okay, I'll shut up now."
Hanamichi opened his mouth to say something, but yawned instead. "I guess Yohei's right. We should call it a day." He frowned. "I was hoping that we could have more practice than this."
"Why are you so worried? The audition's over, Sendoh Akira himself said that it's pretty much a definite thing. If he's right we'll get a manager, we'll play at a whole bunch of clubs, and maybe we might even get a record out one day. Hey, maybe we'll even open for Hemlock one day! We just have to keep on," Yohei paused and yawned, before continuing, "doing what we always do."
"Yeah, don't worry so much," Kiyota muttered, slightly peeved about not getting the lyrics right.
Hanamichi smiled slightly. "Yeah. You're right."
He thought about the night that they had. If anyone had told him last week that he'd get a chance to audition for a major record label, be invited to see Hemlock play, /and/ hang out with them afterwards, he'd have laughed his head off. But it had happened. He had met Sendoh Akira, who was to his opinion one of the best guitarists /ever/. He closed his eyes and tried to remember Sendoh's blue eyes looking into his as they talked, but for some reason, a different pair of blue eyes flashed vividly in his mind.
He frowned.
tsuzuku
confession:
I didn't know what was going to happen in this fic even as I am writing in. :///
I am finding out as I write. ;)
erm sorry that I took so long to update,
and that this is rather short. My summer break is coming soon and I will
try to update more then, okies? ^__^
and, as always, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!
:D
Black
Rainbow
