DISCLAIMER: I want a Ryou!
A/N: Oh my. How long has I not updated this? Almost a year! Terrible! So I lost the interluding chapter, and I'm getting the next chapter of this written as this is being posted. This might be called a Valentines gift...
Green, Black, White
3899 60th street. That was the address written on the paper, right? Amane checked again. Yep. The only thing was though, was that the building that was there was burned down.
His other personality obviously hadn't visited this part of town for a while. It was a very long walk away from the rich part of the neighborhood. It was, in fact, practically the hood. Amane wouldn't be surprised if a gang member jumped out at him at gunpoint. The buildings were all down trodden, moldy and rusty and starting to fall apart. Except, of course, the building that he was supposed to go to 3899 60th that was burned down.
The building was burned down so thoroughly that he was sure it wasn't an accident of some sort, but who would burn down a residential building like that? Amane picked his way around the pathless ashes. They smelled bad, and none of the neighbors seemed to care about what happened to this site. There was no clean up crew, no one coming to buy the land, not even a stray cat padded across the lot.
Amane had ditched meeting Seto's friends for this.
It'd been fairly easy to get out of the house. It was hard to find an exit, but once there, the outside had no fancy gardens for him to get lost in and he found himself easily scaling the wall ("easily" including two separate trees with death-squirrels in each that he fell out of repeatedly) and walking down the street.
Amane's feet hurt, goddammit. And he'd come all this way for nothing!
Amane poked around in the debris, looking for something.What had this place been? he wondered. Why was he directed here? Here of all places? And why—if his Other had directed him here—didn't his Other know about this? He thought he saw a glimmer of something golden, and his breath hitched at the thought. His hand involuntarily grasped at something he should have had around his neck as he started towards the glimmer.
Not all that glimmers is gold.
Amane sighed. It was only a golden locket. Actually, Amane was surprised he could see it at all, his eyesight was pretty bad. No wonder he'd had contacts (though how he had money for contacts seeing as the place he seemed to live…). He studied the locket for a moment. It was a simple locket in a simple round shape. It snapped easily open, and Amane had to squint to see the insides.
It was a picture of two young white haired children, one with an arm on the other's shoulder. They both had brown eyes. Amane fingered his black and green tresses. What had happened that he needed a drastic change in looks? What had happened to his name of all things?
It's not that he didn't like the name Amane or anything, but he felt disrespectful by using a name that his sister had used in her lifetime. A name that she was born into, lived by, and died with. He couldn't say the same for him.
His heart ached at the simple thought of a sister. Did she know about his condition? Did she help him in any and everyway she could? But maybe she'd been embarrassed of him. Seto said that he had no idea that he even existed until they met at the funeral.
It wasn't until just a few minutes ago that Amane rethought his coming all the way out to 3899 60th. It was dark already, and the sun had already been setting when he first arrived on Seto's doorstep. He was missing Seto's birthday party right now. It was… Amane checked his watch and almost fainted. It was 10:32.
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Kaiba Seto asked every helping hand in the room about a small flat girl with multi colored hair. The only multi colored haired person any of the servants had seen was Pharo, and that boy was definitely NOT a girl.
"Brother!" he heard a boy shout. Seto stopped so that Mokuba could catch up with him. Mokuba looked a little bit like Otogi, with the same black and bushy hair, though the twelve-year-old boy liked letting it cascade down his shoulders rather than spend six hours on taming each and every strand like Otogi did; Mokuba had the same eyes as Seto though, only in a lighter shade of blue.
"Mokuba, what are you doing out of bed?" Seto asked, taking a hand out of the pocket of his pants. "Can you sleep?" he asked worriedly.
"I wanted to be at your birthday party," the boy pouted. "And you know, there was a boy in a skirt climbing over the wall out there. Do you know him?"
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Sennen, one of the newer bands on the scene, is hitting it very popular with the public. In the past few months they released their debut album, with three songs that made the top five on the radio stations for weeks. What is the story behind these pretty, rich boys?
Two years ago, these boys were second years at Domino High School, a private school for the elite. As the sons of prestigious business men, Otogi Ryuuji, Kaiba Seto, and Pharo "Yami" Atemu attended the school. The three were fierce competitors at school, but eventually, Otogi became Yami's friend. Yami brought in some of his own friends, Jonouchi "Jou" Katsuya and Ishtar Malik. Sennen was born.
Of course, what ties the five together? It is often heard that the air around them is volatile; Jou has been in relations with at least two of the others before, Malik has a strong dislike for both Otogi and Jou (speculated to be a post break up condition), Yami and Seto fight constantly, and Seto just doesn't seem to like any one else at all, even his own cousin Otogi. The music they make, though, is incredible.
They draw from many influences; western rock has shaped their style, and their raw lyrics leave fans breathless. Yami's voice is deep and powerful, and the sex appeal of all five is as volatile as their connections are!
Tonight, Seto is hosting a party for his coming of age, and Sennen is unveiling their newest addition. Who will this new addition be? They are keeping it secret for now, but an insider leaks that this new addition sounds great along side Yami despite, or maybe because of, a bitter rivalry. This indicates a new vocalist, but can we be sure? The only way to find out is to attend the party, which will be a big event indeed!
Under the news article was the photo of the five that Amane had seen earlier in Seto's room. He frowned. Did he sound enough like a girl to fool everyone? "Vocalist," he said out loud, testing his voice. It was soft, but was it feminine enough to fool everyone else? What about when he belted out songs? "Vocalist!" he screamed. Nope, still pretty feminine. He sighed, and let the newspaper drift into the wind.
He sighed, hanging his head down; he was seated on a curb by a streetlight, next to the burnt up lot. Why had he come?
"Hey, Bakura!" someone yelled. Amane's head perked. What was that revving sound? "Bakura, you slut!" The revving sound grew louder and multiplied.
Red in the face, Amane stood up and glared at the motorcycles that surrounded him. "Well, well, well. Haven't seen you around, babe." What seemed to be the ringleader dismounted his bike and stood before Amane. "Haven't seen you for a year, in fact. You didn't go run off with Kanage, did you?" The man was tall and lanky, bleached orange hair falling wildly around his face. "Because you know what would happen to you if anything like that happened, right?"
The five or six other boys dismounted as well; each wore their own specific costume, some with bandanas and ripped shirts and others with leather jackets. "Yeah," one said. "Yoichi doesn't tolerate any running away." The others chorused in agreement.
"Shut up, I can speak for myself!" the first man snapped. Yoichi cracked his neck; Amane noticed that where most people would think that the ringleader wore more distinctive clothes than his followers, Yoichi wore a plain white shirt with ripped off sleeves and jeans. "Yune said she saw you the other day, beating up a couple of our guys; I never knew you had it in you, girly." Yoichi drew back a fist. "Now, I normally wouldn't beat on a lady, but I'd say that you're no lady; from what Yune told me, you're much less than that."
Amane shrunk back and shut his eyes, awaiting the fist.
It did not come.
Amane opened his eyes again, to see Seto punching Yoichi repeatedly. Bewildered, Amane looked around and saw the other six men being occupied by two other boys. At the end, the seven bodies of Yoichi's gang lay around them like rag dolls.
"Easy," a blond said, giving a high five to the other boy. Amane recognized Jou and Malik from the picture. Amane squinted at the foreigner; there was something different about him from the picture but…
Is his hair even wilder than in the picture?
"Amane? Are you alright?" A coat slipped around Amane's shoulder. "I'm glad we got to you in time; your other self would have beaten them all down in no time, but you didn't seem quite up to his standards." Amane looked up at Seto's blue eyes.
"Seto… I…" Amane looked down and away, watching the two blond boys kick the bodies on the ground and searching through their pockets.
"Yes?" Seto watched the blonds too.
"They called Amane Bakura."
Seto looked down at him. "Bakura?" Seto almost didn't want to tell Amane. "Bakura… I think that is your family name. Bakura Amane. Bakura…" Seto he trailed off. "Anyway, I was worried, and I thought you'd be out here. It's not safe for you, you know. Jou was worried too, because this is kind of where he grew up, and he knows how bad these neighborhoods get. Malik came along for the fight."
"I see…" They stayed like that for a moment, Seto's arm wrapped around Amane, and the two of them watching the other boys reenact the fight.
Why is Jou staring?
The feeling was gone the next instant; the blond's brown eyes unfocused from his, and Jou said, "Come on, we should get going. They'll be missing us."
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End notes:
- Burnt house: I ab libbing this, okay? I'm not sure if the facts are consistent to the story, but I don't care. If that is the case, then this is just a terrible story.
- News article: I didn't mention Ryou picking up the newspaper... Anyway, yeah, interesting, right? Oh, and I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but Ryou here is going to be the new vocalist for Sennen.
- Ryou's voice: Yes, I am aware that Ryou and Yami no Bakura both have deep, manly voices, but for the purpose of this fic, his voiceis kinda saprano.
- Yoichi: I like the name. And his orange hair is the product of reading Bleach and Faruba, and how everyone gets freaked about natural orange hair, though Yoichi's hair isn't being naturally orange...
- Jou! ZOMG, should I let Jou in on the secret
REVIEWS:
On first note, I'm terribly sorry about not having written! Don't be mad at me, Book Dragon and Bourei no Hikari! And since now Satine 89 may no longer care about me making a cross dressing Ren, I'll just have to put Yoichi here ((pats unconcious gang leader)) into a skirt, since I named him after her new fling! Misura, as always, gives me nice compliments. Thank You!