Disclaimer---Gah, these things are SO boring. -sigh- I don't own any of this, if u wanna sue, I have a nice collection of TY beanie babies....that's about all u'll have. But if u take them, I'll cry, I swear it! ;.;
My Reviewers:
FoxCryingBlood-KUMAGORO KEPT HIS PROMISE SEE!! Here's ur chappie, save the chibi-shuichi! (PS: I dedicate this chapter to you o.- Lol I was beginning to think no one liked this story.)
Yuki: -snatches chibi-shuichi- MINE! -scowls and stuff shuichi under his arm, flicks away cigarette and leave-
Heh, Yuki's possesive...anyway, STORY!
"EEEEEEEE! Sharshar! We're singing for Bad Luck!" Kiba was literally jumping up and down in the studio, tugging on Shara's arm. This was actually the first time since being in Tohma Seguchi's office that Kiba had lost her composure, and Shara could not help but smile. Even she had to admit that she felt in the presence of greatness; but it was not some kinda of great pressure to look and be composed. Bad Luck was not some kind of bitter bunch of jerks assuming everything they said would be leaked to the press. They also weren't the kind of band that overexaggerated the importance of their fans and went just too far out of the way to please them. When they walked in, they were greeted with casual waves and people simply going about their business, a comfortable atmosphere, except for that blonde man wearing a gun at his waist that his hand drifted to every now and then.
"They can see and hear you," Shara mumbled sounding almost annoyed, but she gave a reassuring squeeze to her sister's hand. "You're the one singing, I'm here for support. Good luck!"
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"Well aparently Shu, there's a whole society of people like you who seem to have been born with sugar for blood."
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Hiro smirked at his shorter friend, who was currently hanging off his arm, and refused to say anything.
"These lyrics are impressive."
"Not better than mine though right?" Shuichi peeked over Suguru's shoulder at the words written on the page. He made a note that they were pretty good.
"I dunno Shu, these are really good. Question is, where do you come in?" Hiro popped up on Suguru's other side, sucking on a lollipop and looking rather impressed at words.
"Shh, I'll show you where you come in, but you've gotta listen." Shara was standing outside of the recording booth with her arms crossed and a finger tapping her opposite arm. Kiba's singing soon filled their ears and they all managed to gape.
"Good voice." Hiro blinked
"Very good voice." Suguru blinked, the same expression painted on his face.
"You," Shara snatched the paper from Hiro and shoved it in front of Shuichi's face, pointing at the chorus and the second verse, "come in here, here, and maybe a few places here."
Suddenly, the music cut off after a point and Kiba stood looking around, "H-huh? What's going on?" Kiba looked around the small place, curious as to what could cause the interruption.
Sakano pipped up quickly, "We just wanted to put Shuichi in here for an idea of what exactly this will sound like."
K threw his arm around Shuichi's shoulder, grinning broadly with his eyes snapped shut, " 'sides, Shu can barely hold in his excitement. Right golden boy?" Shuichi gulped and nodded vigorously, owing part to the gun pressed to his back.
And so the rest of the day went, dissecting lyrics and running parts, drilling notes, cues, entrances, and instrumentals, until the melodies were so inground into everyone's brains that it was assured that everyone would dream about the song for at least a week. The song was infectous, up beat, and all around rather happy, although the lyrics did seem rather angsty, they weren't exactly meant to make one feel bad. Shuichi had long since abandoned his inferiority complex and seemed to give everyone else energy, putting energy and passion into his voice when he found what they were about. The song seemed to remind him of something . . .
"Ano, Sakano-san, can we be done? I can hardly sing arymore." Kiba held her throat and stuck her tounge for emphasis. K nodded and the music was cut, Shuichi yawned and continued humming, if not a big hoarsly for a few more minutes before being interrupted by Sakano.
"I think we can call it a day, good work everyone!"
Shuichi leapt up into the air with a loud "WHOOP" and tore out of the studio, calling behind him, ansewring Hiro's question of "Do you wanna go out?" with a hurried, "Can't, Yuki's waiting for me!"
Kiba stared settling dust Shuichi's mad dash kicked up and blinked, "So the rumors are true?"
"Yep, where have you been? Tabloids can't shut up about it."
"Neither does Shuichi." Suguru scoffed while he packed up his things for the day.
"Well," Kiba blushed, "We actually just arrived in this prefecture a couple days ago."
"Plus Kibs just can't admit it to herself." Shara elbowed her sister in the ribs and grinned at her, "oh come on, it's nothing big, don't scowl like that." Shara responded to her sister's sour face.
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Shuichi yawned, stumbling out of the elevator, his eyelids could not manage to stay open. He'd almost missed his floor because he had dozed off, entranced by the gentle feeling of vertago the elevator created when it went up. (I have almost fallen asleep to that several times, don't ask me how, but it just makes me feel tired whenever it does that........anyway...) Shuichi knew he was late, today had been considerably longer than any other, including concerts, and it also could not have helped that he had ran all the way from the studio.
"One foot in front of the other," Shuichi repeated the mantra to himself, it seemed to be what kept him going. When he reached the door he was anticipating, Shu leaned against it, letting the cool feel of it seep through his forehead into his body, once again, his body threatened to go limp and his eyelids close for the last time that night, so he decided he'd search for his keys, the sound of metal hitting metal waking him up somewhat.
Shuichi found himself missing the keyhole and putting the key in upside-down too many times for his liking. Trying his luck, he twisted the doorknob and found it to be unlocked, "Yuki must still be up." He mumbled only to find himself looking at his feet in shadow by someone standing on the other side of the doorway. "Yu-ki?" He looked blearily up at the distinctively taller man.
"You were making so much noise out here I thought you were drunk or someth-" Eiri raised an eyebrow as the younger singer fell against him limply but smiling. Out of pure instinct, he'd decided later, Yuki placed the back of his hand on Shuichi's forehead just to be sure he had no fever. In fact, the pink-haired teen had simply fallen asleep, mumbling incoherently in what sounded like some kind of demented song. Eiri rolled his eyes and picked Shuichi up, casting a glower in the general direction of the kitchen where a plate of food sat well past cold. "You're late." He glared at the sleeping form in his arms. Well, at least he did not smell like alcohol. Shuichi and alcohol never got along very well to put it gently.
Eiri kicked the bedroom door open a little more and placed Shuichi gently on the bed and tucked him in, brushing some hair out of the younger man's face. Shuichi coo'ed and leaned into the touch. Eiri scoffed and walked around the bed, ready to climb in, "I went through the trouble of making dinner and you're late." He shook his head, one last fleeting thought before he himself drifted off to sleep, 'I'm losing it.'
A/N: Ok, this chapter was BORING. I'm soooooo sorry! The whole idea for this story focused around the song, but I have to get there so I'm thinking the story line is going to move FAST until then. I like the last scene in here though, I thought it'd be kinda cute.
Jees, I just realized that volume five is practically the best in the series of manga, it's hilarious and cute and just all over the place. I go back and read my manga over and over and over and they don't lie when they say that when you go back over things you find things.
Just a rambling here for any who're interested, my kitty didn't want me to write this. He wanted attention. He's a fat little thing and he stood in front of my monitor and rubbed all over it, as if it'd pet him. Then he realized that my hands are what pets him, and basically forced me to. ;.; My cats rule my life and they know it. But I swore that I wouldn't get online until I had this done, and guess what?! I GOT IT DONE!!!!
Kumagoro promises the next chapter to be up w/in the week!
TTFN!