Title: Da Band
Author: AkuShiNeko-Chan
Rating: PG-13 (Because it's a MARCHING BAND fic, for crying out loud. Nothing in or about band is less than PG-13! If it sounds like it is, then you don't have you're mind in the gutter enough!!)
Pairings: Holy shit, do I have to list them all?! I ain't thinkin' so! You just gotta read and find out!
Warning: Okay, this about the biggest crossover I have ever had the guts to even think about writing. There are about 15 different animes/books/cartoons that I am going to use.
Be afraid.
Be VERY afraid.
In each chapter, I'm gonna include a list of animes/books/cartoons from which I am stealing characters that are in the chapter.
Animes/books/cartoons in this chapter: Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, Harry Potter, X-Men EVO
And without further ado....
Da Band
Chapter 1
It was a hot day in the town of Peshite. The weather man on the TV said it was the hottest day in history, breaking last year's record of 97 degrees by one more degree. Every smart human being was in their home, air-conditioning on full blast, sipping iced water and craving popsicles.
There was a group, however, of people who were evidently madder than March hares. There they were, out in the blazing sun, stripped down to they're skivvies, water bottle's attached to their hips, sweating buckets.
Who would do this, you ask? What kind of people would be insane enough to be working out in 98 degree weather, at ten in the morning, sweating buckets, with no thought of leaving until noon?
"BAND!! ATTEN 'HUT!!!!!"
"ONE!!"
Marching band people, that's who. About 140 marching people, at an estimate.
"That was weak!!" Roared a young man, his piercing blue eyes, scanning the group of people in front of him, looking for movement. He blew a piece of his platinum-colored hair from his face, as he continued to scowl at the band. "You are a BAND!! You do not just say 'one' when I call you to attention. YOU ROAR IT!!!! I want to hear it echo!! I want the idiots across the river to quake in their boots!!"
Moving along the side of the orderly lines, he said, "Now, lets try this again." Stopping where he was, he faced the group, his eyes sharp.
"BAND, ATTEN 'HUT!" he roared for the second time.
"ONE!!" the band roared back at him, standing statue still.
There was silence for a moment, which was broken by a velvety laugh.
"I think you've tortured them enough for now, Zechs," a beautiful young woman said, stepping beside him, her eyes sparkling. Zechs grunted, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the group once more time.
"Le Beau! Weasly!" Zechs snapped, zeroing out two fidget-ers. "Twenty!! Everyone else, take ten! I want you back on this field, with instruments, in exactly ten minutes! Band, dismissed!!"
The field cleared of everyone except two lone figures doing push-ups.
" 'Can't see us' you said," the red head muttered between puffs of breath. " 'No worries'. Liar."
"Oh, come on Ron, it ain't Remy's fault," the older boy said, gritting his teeth, "that the bastard has the eye's of a hawk!!"
"Yeah, well, see if I ever listen to you again," Ron huffed, flopping on the ground.
"Hey, that be you're loss, mon ami," Remy chuckled, as he flipped over onto his back, dark sunglasses shading his eyes from the unforgiving sun.
"Off the field you two," a female voice came from above the two.
"But Setsuna....." Ron whined, looking up at the long haired girl.
"No buts," She said, nudging the boys with her foot. "I got you guys this break, and you're not spending it on the field, in the hot sun. Go find some shade, drink some water."
"You sound more like a mother than drum major," Muttered Ron as he got to his feet.
"Just go!" She said, exasperated. "And take that Cajan lump with you."
"Ah, mon bel, you wound Remy," Remy said, stretching as he got up, eyeing the gorgeous drum major.
"I am not your 'little one'," Setsuna rolled her eyes, as she shoved them toward the shade. "Get!"
"She love Remy," Remy confided to Ron, who also rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm sure," was Ron's reply, ignoring his friend's nonsense as he reached for his water bottle. After taking a swig, Ron tossed it to his friend. Looking around, Ron froze, spotting two people walking determinedly towards them.
"Shit. Don't look now, but Yuy and Chang are headed our way."
"That is unfortunate," Remy agreed, taking a drink of the water, then pouring some over his head.
"Hey!" Ron protested, snatching the bottle out of Remy's hands. "That's all the water I got. Pour some of your own over your head!"
"Ah, but it was your's that Remy had in his hands," Remy replied calmly.
"You suck," Ron said half-heartedly, taking another drink.
"What the fuck was that?" A cold voice demanded.
"What was what, Capitaine Heero?" Remy asked, turning and giving the furious young man a winning smile. Cold, cobalt blue eyes glared at him, telling him that the owner of the eyes was in no mood for fun and games.
"That shameful display of dishonor, that's what!" hissed the Asian boy, who was also glaring at the pair. "That two of the drumline would even think of fidgeting is.... Is....."
"Dishonorable?" Ron suggested helpfully.
"Exactly!!!" The Asian boy snarled.
"Now Wufei," Remy said, turning his smile of the outraged young man. "You cannot blame Remy and Ron for being restless! They are treating the band as if they are freshman!"
"A quarter of the band are freshman, Le Beau," Heero stated, his eyes narrowing. "That is no excuse for the lack of discipline. You both owe me twenty push-ups at lunch." That said, Heero turned around and headed back to where the drums were, Wufei following after one final glare and mutter about 'dishonor'.
Ron left out the breath he'd been holding. "That was close," Ron said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Remy wished he knew who shoved those sticks up their asses," Remy said calmly, ignoring Ron's sputtering.
"Jesus, don't talk like that!" Ron hissed, looking to make sure the pair were out of hearing distance. "We'll both end up with tons of push-ups!!"
Remy just waved at Ron, his attention already somewhere else. Very firmly somewhere else. "Very nice..." Remy murmured, sliding the glasses down his nose to get a better view.
"What are you looking at?" Ron asked, looking in the direction that Remy was. There was small red-headed color guard girl, desperately trying to learn how spin her flag. Trying to teach her was an older, more impatient auburn haired girl, who was starting to look more and more exasperated.
"Dude!!" Ron said, disgusted. "That's my sister, Ginny! She's a freshman!"
"Remy ain't lookin' at the red-head," Remy corrected, not looking away. "Remy is for looking at the gorgeous woman tryin' to teach her."
"Oh...." Ron said, relieved. "That's Rogue. At least, that's what everyone calls her. Only the band director and a few of her close friends know her real name. She's a junior, I think..." Ron trailed off as Remy started toward the irate young woman and her near tears charge.
"Try it one more time, Ginny," Rogue said, trying desperately to rein in her fiery temper, the hint of Southern accent getting deeper. Brushing back one of the white streaks in her hair, Rogue watched intently as the you girl tried (And failed) to spin the flag. She winced in sympathy as Ginny hit herself with the pole, and yelped.
"I'm sorry, Ginny, you're gonna have to ask someone else," Rogue said, throwing her hands in the air. "I just don't have the patience. Try asking Rhea or Duo. They're the captains, anyway."
"B-but..." Ginny stuttered, her eyes getting big. "T-they're s-seniors!"
Rogue laughed. "They won't bit you, trust me. In fact, most of the seniors are okay, except maybe Jinx or Mystique. Speaking of seniors, there's one of our illustrious captains now." Rogue gave the shy girl a gentle shove, and (when the girl refused to move forward more) kept a gentle pressure on her back, forcing her forward.
"Duo!" Rogue called, getting the boy's attention.
Duo turned, his long chestnut braid whipping around him. Recognizing who it was, his violet eyes sparkled.
"Rogue, what are you up to?" Duo asked, putting his hands on his hips as the pair got closer.
Rogue blew another piece of hair out of her face before answering. "I'm tryin' to teach Ginny here how to spin. But I'm doing a piss-poor job of it, so I was wondering if you'd take over?"
Duo laughed. "Rogue, you know you don't have the patience to teach," Duo jokingly scolded, then turned to smile at the obviously nervous Ginny. "Now, show me what you're doing...."
Rogue walked away before Duo could drag her into doing demonstrations for the poor girl. Walking over to her bag, she knelt down and dug through it. Finally coming up with her water bottle, Rogue suddenly realized that there was a shadow surrounding her. Spinning around, Rogue looked up, trying to see who was behind her. Unfortunately, since the sun was behind whoever it was, she couldn't tell.
"Do you want something?" She asked, shading her eyes with a hand.
" Mon petit, Remy was just wishin' to see your beautiful face up close," the person said, a hand reaching out to help her up. Warily taking the hand, Rogue let him pull her up, letting go the instant she was standing. She looked him over for a second, then remembrance dawned.
As she turned and picked up her water bottle, she said, "You're that Cajan drummer."
"That would be Remy, mon petit, at your service," Remy said, bowing.
Rogue raised her eyebrow at the young man. "You're quite the swap rat, aren't you? Greasy and cunning. Take your wiles somewhere else, swap rat." Rogue walked around the astonished Remy, taking a long drink from her water bottle.
"Pourquoi vous vous dirigez dur, petite sorcière," Remy murmured, watching Rogue walk away. Ron ran up to him, eyeing him curiously. "What?" he asked.
Remy shook his head. "Nothing, mon ami. Nothing Remy can't handle on his own."
TBC....
AN: Wow. The first chapter of this monster. Oh, and in case you're wondering what Remy said, it's supposed to be "Why you hard headed little witch". Supposed to be. If it's not, please correct me. Remember to R&R. Toodles!!