Mixture by Redvind
While the band took a break, the bartenders and the waiters were working hard, serving all drinks and sneaks that were ordered like there's no tomorrow as a mass of crowd unanimity ordered at once. Predictably, the brown eyed bartender attempted to take most of the drink orders to make himself as busy as possible so that master Kano wouldn't call him to take care of the members of the Spider Web band. Not that he disliked them. They're nice, always kind and funny to everyone, all except Koki when he saw Taichi, anyway. He could change from a fine guy to an annoyed one. That's one of the reasons he tried avoiding the leader all the time.
The break's almost over, crowds getting back to their places. Taichi sighed in exhausted. He used to work all day and sometimes it's a lot harder, but still. The boy was just a human after all.
A loud 'THUMP!' overspread all talking, people screamed with all their lungs could give. The song Spider Web was singing covered over the hall. The brown boy had covered his ears when he heard the scream, watching and wondering how far they could go crazy. It's like nothing was able to make them go crazier, absolutely nothing.
Happy hours passed faster than you could realize. The concert came to the end, crowds started scattering; all were smiling with appropriation. Some hadn't stopped talking about how good and exciting it had been. Some still remained at the hall to spend a little more nighttime. Taichi tried to make himself busy again, but lady luck wasn't with him all the time.
"Taichi-kun, can you go to the Spider band and ask if they want anything?" master Kano patted his shoulder lightly.
The younger one was frozen in his action, in the middle of pouring the red liquid into a champagne glass. Frozen still until the last drop came out and Satoshi, the younger waiter took the order away, not waiting for him to recover. Slowly coming back to life, he blinked once...the twice...finally a word spilt from his mouth
"Pardon?" 'Ho, god! It's just a misheard, please, it got to be.'
"Go to the band, ask if there's something they want." His master repeated.
Taichi was about to protest as a hand covered his mouth, and another hand put a tray between his arm and chest, then pushed him out off the bar.
"Sorry, Taichi. He confirmed it must be you." Came Aki-san's voice. The boy humped in the older man's hand, head searching for a good excuse not to let him there alone. His sampai sweatdropped, feeling sorry for him, but left him there anyway.
"Aki-san, Wait!" When he turned around, reaching out to grab the older was too late.
Outside the Moony Wings pub, a car was parked, letting the four members it had carried all the way out. Though they worn different kind of clothes, all put on a pair of sunglasses, which helped them hide who they were and also made them...Ahem, looked sexy.
"What time is it now?" the first member, with short spark brown hair, asked on one in particular.
"22:10. Spider's concert was over 10 minutes ago." The second, also brown hair, longer than the first, answered with an amuse smile.
"You're sure he's here?" the third with long black hair tied in a ponytail asked the forth who just nodded.
"You know what to do, right?" not waiting for the answers, The forth, long shoulder length blonde hair leaded the way. "Come on guys, let's go."
Pushing the door opened, the four stepped inside.
The young bartender miserably dragged his feet through the back stage. Eventually decided that if he really wanted to go freely, he needed to get it all over. He looked up, went straight to a supposed-to-be-there group of five people sitting there or packing their instruments.
But no one's there.
Noticing the red haired bandleader wasn't there almost lightened his hope up....
Yeah, he forgot that his lady luck was on vacation right now.
"Well, well, well. See who's here." A voice of someone who had been in his nightmare for this time being broke down his hope completely, "Isn't it the great little Yagami? Don't know what he wants this time, ne?"
'Breath, Taichi.' The bartender ordered himself, feeling blood rising up his face.
"Well, Master Kano wants me to ask if you guys want anything." He tried his best to control his body, ignored the little in his head telling him to get out now.
"So you're here 'cause someone told you to. That explains a lot how little your brain can think by itself."
Taichi swore he saw the drummer sneering. He didn't like it.
"If you're not in need of anything, I'm leaving now." With that, he turned around, started walking off.
A hand stopped him.
"I've not ordered any drinks, yet. You can't leave." Came the firm voice.
"Well, it's not like you're going to anyway."
"I might. I need to gain some water back since I've lost so much sweat. Everyone knows how serious I am when I play drums for my band."
A sneer was still there. Taichi didn't like it. He wanted to retort back, but knew it would only make things worse. So instead, he looked away, keeping quiet.
"And someone's here hasn't congratulated me how great I was has he?"
"Wow! It was so excellent. You did great as always, Koki-san." The brown- eyed boy perfunctory complimented, half-heartedly clapping his hands. He would have congratulated him in another way round if the older man weren't such an asshole. Though he acted like it's not true, what he had said was what he really thought the drummer did, great as ever. He sighed, "Can I go now?"
The taller man walked over, right in front of him. Eyes narrowed sharply.
"Is that the way you talk to your customer?"
"Depends on who it is, if you don't know." Taichi said, staring back into those eyes fearlessly.
Suddenly the hand that had stopped him walking out before grabbed his wrist tightly, the owner showed some emotion in his manner that Taichi couldn't describe. The only thing he knew was, he couldn't move.
Now they were in the staring battle. No one wanted to lose.
"STOP RIGHT THEREEEEEEEEEEEEEE.....!" could be heard from far away area. In a second blink, while the sound still lingered, a flying kick of two feet crashed straight to a side of Koki's body forcefully, accurately, enough to make him drop Taichi's wrist he's holding and enough to make him rolling over more than 3 times.
The bartender could only widen his eyes at the sight of the bandleader being sent to the ground.
Ouch, that looked terribly hurt.
"That was not very nice, Koki." Said the same voice that had attacked Koki earlier.
"What the hell was that for, Asashi?" the victim choked a little, his body suffocated. That kick's like a missile attack.
Standing between the other two, the fellow band member, keyboard player, dark hair, a bit smaller and two years younger than Taichi, spared his arms, indicating the sign of protection for the bartender.
"Oh? I see you frightening poor Taichi-san here, so I'm playing hero to help him out." Sounded innocent. The red-haired man snorted, but didn't say anything. Better not to make this boy angry. He surely was stronger than he looked.
"My hero." Taichi bawled. He gave Asashi a brotherly hug. The smaller boy happily snuggled closer. Koki, in the other hand, was growling, looking like a locomotive train that was steaming up. He glared dangerously at them.
Asashi, however, saw it all. Thinking the older band mate looked funny, he stuck his tongue out, which, in turn, made the drummer mixed between seeming angrier and looking funnier to him.
"Not again." Came with a sigh from two figures approaching. One with long dark blonde hair, another with orange hair, both was 23, a lead guitarist and a bass guitarist of the band, Tokio and Yuraba.
"I didn't start it!" the two said in chorus.
Yaraba bowed downcastly. Those two were always like this.
"Taichi-kun, there's a customer waiting at the bar. I think you should go back." Tokio told Taichi gently.
Still hugging Asashi, the bartender looked up at the blonde haired man with grateful expression. He smiled at him.
"Thanks, Tokio-san. Still, can I get you anything?"
The older man smiled back. He liked the brunette's smile so much.
"Hey! I will order them myself...hummmmmm...." Koki's voice was covered in the hands that wrapped his mouth from behind his head. The man glared back to see who it was. It turned out to be the blue haired guy, the singer of the Spider, Hajime.
"A jealous guy doesn't look great, Koki."
"Hummmm Hummm..."
Meanwhile, the other two continued as if nothing was happening, totally ignored the bandleader.
"Yeah, just four beers and a can of cola for Asashi. Ho, sending them with Satoshi would be fine. You have a job to do."
"Hai."
After that, the bartender ran back to his bar place, but still heard the youngest band member whined, "How come I don't get a beer like you all?" and Yuraba's reply, "How old are you?"
First he thought Tokio told him that he had a customer waiting just to get him out of his leader's hands, but it was true, as a light blonde haired guy was sitting there, looking around as if trying to find someone. After telling Satoshi to take beers and cola to the Spider Web, he got in the bar, asking.
"Are you waiting for someone, sir?"
The guy quickly turned to him. He tensed a bit, and then relaxed. Taichi noticed this guy was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which really shouldn't have if you're in the pub that's already pretty dark and not much light.
"Actually, I was waiting for you." He said. Taichi nearly tipped his head to the side. He thought his voice sounded similar. "Nobody was here a moment ago." The blonde added.
"Ah...sorry about that." The bartender began to gather things like always. "So...would you like to have anything?"
The blonde stared at menu a second.
"I can't decide. Any recommend?"
He took his sunglasses off, revealing his deep blue eyes. Again, Taichi thought he had seen those eyes before somewhere, it stuck in his memory, but he couldn't remember clearly. No time to recall. He started his job.
"Umm...Blue Lagoon or Blue Sky would suit your eyes, but I'd like to serve you this..." the brunette bartender covered the top of a cocktail glass with salt by a slice of lemon, put Tequila, Blue Curacao, lemonade, syrup and ice-cubes in a shaker, shook it hard and fast till it's time. He poured the blue liquid in the glass, slid it to the waiting blonde, "...Blue Margarita. 'Cause you seemed to look for someone before me."
This earned him a smile, a gorgeous one.
Didn't know why, but Taichi sensed his face turned red under the guy's watch.
He couldn't look away. Those eyes...
A high squeal interrupted the moment, "I can't believe it!"
All the eyes turned and stared at the blonde' who the girl was pointing at.
"Ishida Yamato!" squealed the girl again. This caught everyone's attention. Suddenly, it's like many loud bombs were thrown. Shouts, cries, speaks, whispers were speared all over, sounded disbelieved that Ishida Yamato was really here. Taichi was dumb-found, unable to think or say.
Ishida Yamato, bass guitar and lead singer of the Teenage Wolves, the most famous band in Japan. All their releases topped the chart; their concert never left a seat, sometimes not even a stand place. And Yamato was the guy that had never fell off the top 5 hottest guy charts.
To stop the riot of people getting near him, Yamato turned to them, put a finger on his lips. Now was silent. "I'm here for my business tonight, so please behave yourself and don't disturb other customers. Is that okay?"
It was a very pretty sentence if only it didn't sound sharp, cold and forceful.
He shot a dead glare at them, hinting, 'better not to bother me or I will kill you in a way you've never thought of'.
The groups of people [mostly girls] disintegrated at once, back to their businesses and not even dare to look at his back ever again.
Yamato turned back to the still not yet over the shock Taichi. He smiled more warmly at him.
Could he take it back when he thought nothing but the Spider Web could make crowd go crazier? He just realized he was wrong.
While the band took a break, the bartenders and the waiters were working hard, serving all drinks and sneaks that were ordered like there's no tomorrow as a mass of crowd unanimity ordered at once. Predictably, the brown eyed bartender attempted to take most of the drink orders to make himself as busy as possible so that master Kano wouldn't call him to take care of the members of the Spider Web band. Not that he disliked them. They're nice, always kind and funny to everyone, all except Koki when he saw Taichi, anyway. He could change from a fine guy to an annoyed one. That's one of the reasons he tried avoiding the leader all the time.
The break's almost over, crowds getting back to their places. Taichi sighed in exhausted. He used to work all day and sometimes it's a lot harder, but still. The boy was just a human after all.
A loud 'THUMP!' overspread all talking, people screamed with all their lungs could give. The song Spider Web was singing covered over the hall. The brown boy had covered his ears when he heard the scream, watching and wondering how far they could go crazy. It's like nothing was able to make them go crazier, absolutely nothing.
Happy hours passed faster than you could realize. The concert came to the end, crowds started scattering; all were smiling with appropriation. Some hadn't stopped talking about how good and exciting it had been. Some still remained at the hall to spend a little more nighttime. Taichi tried to make himself busy again, but lady luck wasn't with him all the time.
"Taichi-kun, can you go to the Spider band and ask if they want anything?" master Kano patted his shoulder lightly.
The younger one was frozen in his action, in the middle of pouring the red liquid into a champagne glass. Frozen still until the last drop came out and Satoshi, the younger waiter took the order away, not waiting for him to recover. Slowly coming back to life, he blinked once...the twice...finally a word spilt from his mouth
"Pardon?" 'Ho, god! It's just a misheard, please, it got to be.'
"Go to the band, ask if there's something they want." His master repeated.
Taichi was about to protest as a hand covered his mouth, and another hand put a tray between his arm and chest, then pushed him out off the bar.
"Sorry, Taichi. He confirmed it must be you." Came Aki-san's voice. The boy humped in the older man's hand, head searching for a good excuse not to let him there alone. His sampai sweatdropped, feeling sorry for him, but left him there anyway.
"Aki-san, Wait!" When he turned around, reaching out to grab the older was too late.
Outside the Moony Wings pub, a car was parked, letting the four members it had carried all the way out. Though they worn different kind of clothes, all put on a pair of sunglasses, which helped them hide who they were and also made them...Ahem, looked sexy.
"What time is it now?" the first member, with short spark brown hair, asked on one in particular.
"22:10. Spider's concert was over 10 minutes ago." The second, also brown hair, longer than the first, answered with an amuse smile.
"You're sure he's here?" the third with long black hair tied in a ponytail asked the forth who just nodded.
"You know what to do, right?" not waiting for the answers, The forth, long shoulder length blonde hair leaded the way. "Come on guys, let's go."
Pushing the door opened, the four stepped inside.
The young bartender miserably dragged his feet through the back stage. Eventually decided that if he really wanted to go freely, he needed to get it all over. He looked up, went straight to a supposed-to-be-there group of five people sitting there or packing their instruments.
But no one's there.
Noticing the red haired bandleader wasn't there almost lightened his hope up....
Yeah, he forgot that his lady luck was on vacation right now.
"Well, well, well. See who's here." A voice of someone who had been in his nightmare for this time being broke down his hope completely, "Isn't it the great little Yagami? Don't know what he wants this time, ne?"
'Breath, Taichi.' The bartender ordered himself, feeling blood rising up his face.
"Well, Master Kano wants me to ask if you guys want anything." He tried his best to control his body, ignored the little in his head telling him to get out now.
"So you're here 'cause someone told you to. That explains a lot how little your brain can think by itself."
Taichi swore he saw the drummer sneering. He didn't like it.
"If you're not in need of anything, I'm leaving now." With that, he turned around, started walking off.
A hand stopped him.
"I've not ordered any drinks, yet. You can't leave." Came the firm voice.
"Well, it's not like you're going to anyway."
"I might. I need to gain some water back since I've lost so much sweat. Everyone knows how serious I am when I play drums for my band."
A sneer was still there. Taichi didn't like it. He wanted to retort back, but knew it would only make things worse. So instead, he looked away, keeping quiet.
"And someone's here hasn't congratulated me how great I was has he?"
"Wow! It was so excellent. You did great as always, Koki-san." The brown- eyed boy perfunctory complimented, half-heartedly clapping his hands. He would have congratulated him in another way round if the older man weren't such an asshole. Though he acted like it's not true, what he had said was what he really thought the drummer did, great as ever. He sighed, "Can I go now?"
The taller man walked over, right in front of him. Eyes narrowed sharply.
"Is that the way you talk to your customer?"
"Depends on who it is, if you don't know." Taichi said, staring back into those eyes fearlessly.
Suddenly the hand that had stopped him walking out before grabbed his wrist tightly, the owner showed some emotion in his manner that Taichi couldn't describe. The only thing he knew was, he couldn't move.
Now they were in the staring battle. No one wanted to lose.
"STOP RIGHT THEREEEEEEEEEEEEEE.....!" could be heard from far away area. In a second blink, while the sound still lingered, a flying kick of two feet crashed straight to a side of Koki's body forcefully, accurately, enough to make him drop Taichi's wrist he's holding and enough to make him rolling over more than 3 times.
The bartender could only widen his eyes at the sight of the bandleader being sent to the ground.
Ouch, that looked terribly hurt.
"That was not very nice, Koki." Said the same voice that had attacked Koki earlier.
"What the hell was that for, Asashi?" the victim choked a little, his body suffocated. That kick's like a missile attack.
Standing between the other two, the fellow band member, keyboard player, dark hair, a bit smaller and two years younger than Taichi, spared his arms, indicating the sign of protection for the bartender.
"Oh? I see you frightening poor Taichi-san here, so I'm playing hero to help him out." Sounded innocent. The red-haired man snorted, but didn't say anything. Better not to make this boy angry. He surely was stronger than he looked.
"My hero." Taichi bawled. He gave Asashi a brotherly hug. The smaller boy happily snuggled closer. Koki, in the other hand, was growling, looking like a locomotive train that was steaming up. He glared dangerously at them.
Asashi, however, saw it all. Thinking the older band mate looked funny, he stuck his tongue out, which, in turn, made the drummer mixed between seeming angrier and looking funnier to him.
"Not again." Came with a sigh from two figures approaching. One with long dark blonde hair, another with orange hair, both was 23, a lead guitarist and a bass guitarist of the band, Tokio and Yuraba.
"I didn't start it!" the two said in chorus.
Yaraba bowed downcastly. Those two were always like this.
"Taichi-kun, there's a customer waiting at the bar. I think you should go back." Tokio told Taichi gently.
Still hugging Asashi, the bartender looked up at the blonde haired man with grateful expression. He smiled at him.
"Thanks, Tokio-san. Still, can I get you anything?"
The older man smiled back. He liked the brunette's smile so much.
"Hey! I will order them myself...hummmmmm...." Koki's voice was covered in the hands that wrapped his mouth from behind his head. The man glared back to see who it was. It turned out to be the blue haired guy, the singer of the Spider, Hajime.
"A jealous guy doesn't look great, Koki."
"Hummmm Hummm..."
Meanwhile, the other two continued as if nothing was happening, totally ignored the bandleader.
"Yeah, just four beers and a can of cola for Asashi. Ho, sending them with Satoshi would be fine. You have a job to do."
"Hai."
After that, the bartender ran back to his bar place, but still heard the youngest band member whined, "How come I don't get a beer like you all?" and Yuraba's reply, "How old are you?"
First he thought Tokio told him that he had a customer waiting just to get him out of his leader's hands, but it was true, as a light blonde haired guy was sitting there, looking around as if trying to find someone. After telling Satoshi to take beers and cola to the Spider Web, he got in the bar, asking.
"Are you waiting for someone, sir?"
The guy quickly turned to him. He tensed a bit, and then relaxed. Taichi noticed this guy was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which really shouldn't have if you're in the pub that's already pretty dark and not much light.
"Actually, I was waiting for you." He said. Taichi nearly tipped his head to the side. He thought his voice sounded similar. "Nobody was here a moment ago." The blonde added.
"Ah...sorry about that." The bartender began to gather things like always. "So...would you like to have anything?"
The blonde stared at menu a second.
"I can't decide. Any recommend?"
He took his sunglasses off, revealing his deep blue eyes. Again, Taichi thought he had seen those eyes before somewhere, it stuck in his memory, but he couldn't remember clearly. No time to recall. He started his job.
"Umm...Blue Lagoon or Blue Sky would suit your eyes, but I'd like to serve you this..." the brunette bartender covered the top of a cocktail glass with salt by a slice of lemon, put Tequila, Blue Curacao, lemonade, syrup and ice-cubes in a shaker, shook it hard and fast till it's time. He poured the blue liquid in the glass, slid it to the waiting blonde, "...Blue Margarita. 'Cause you seemed to look for someone before me."
This earned him a smile, a gorgeous one.
Didn't know why, but Taichi sensed his face turned red under the guy's watch.
He couldn't look away. Those eyes...
A high squeal interrupted the moment, "I can't believe it!"
All the eyes turned and stared at the blonde' who the girl was pointing at.
"Ishida Yamato!" squealed the girl again. This caught everyone's attention. Suddenly, it's like many loud bombs were thrown. Shouts, cries, speaks, whispers were speared all over, sounded disbelieved that Ishida Yamato was really here. Taichi was dumb-found, unable to think or say.
Ishida Yamato, bass guitar and lead singer of the Teenage Wolves, the most famous band in Japan. All their releases topped the chart; their concert never left a seat, sometimes not even a stand place. And Yamato was the guy that had never fell off the top 5 hottest guy charts.
To stop the riot of people getting near him, Yamato turned to them, put a finger on his lips. Now was silent. "I'm here for my business tonight, so please behave yourself and don't disturb other customers. Is that okay?"
It was a very pretty sentence if only it didn't sound sharp, cold and forceful.
He shot a dead glare at them, hinting, 'better not to bother me or I will kill you in a way you've never thought of'.
The groups of people [mostly girls] disintegrated at once, back to their businesses and not even dare to look at his back ever again.
Yamato turned back to the still not yet over the shock Taichi. He smiled more warmly at him.
Could he take it back when he thought nothing but the Spider Web could make crowd go crazier? He just realized he was wrong.