The Music We Make

I do not own Hana Yori Dango or any of it's characters, Duh.

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'C'mon, Tsukushi! It'll be so much fun!'

The young woman groaned and turned to face her bubbly friend with a drained look. Sakurako's definition of fun was to party and drink all night long. But her own definition was to curl up in bed while reading a good romance novel. And oh boy, did she love romance novels.

'I'd rather not. You know how concerts aren't my thing'

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'How did I end up here!' Tsukushi yelled over the screaming groupies. Sakurako just flashed her a smirk then scurried off, disappearing into a forming mosh pit. Tsukushi let out another sigh. Although she was still young—only twenty-one—she still felt like an old woman surrounded by a thousand rambunctious teens. But old or not, Tsukushi hated loud noises, and that was a fact.

Making her way through the crowd that was already wild (despite the fact that the concert hadn't even started yet) she searched the area, trying to see if she could spot Sakurako anywhere.

'How dare she abandon me like that. I'm so going to kick her ass after this!' she fumed in her mind. Still walking forward aimlessly, she found herself in front of the stage.

'Kushi-chan!' A shrill voice screamed out. Tsukushi whirled around to see Sakurako grinning innocently as if she had never ditched her in the first place. 'Sorry, I had to use the bathroom.'

Had to use the bathroom she says. Pssh.

'Baka! I was looking for you! How dare you leave me all alone when you know that I hate—'

Tsukushi was silenced as well as the rest of the people when the previously flashing lights dimmed and moved to the stage. Smoked sprayed out from the sides, and four shadowy figures appeared out of nowhere, causing another round of screaming.

One of the figures stepped up to the microphone, and he appeared to be sweating already even though the show hadn't even started yet. Speaking some incoherent words, the lights started to flash again, only to make the crowd grow even more wild. A bass guitar was heard, then drums, then finally a guitar. The tune was a bit hypnotizing, for Tsukushi could feel it draw her in, she could feel the raw emotion coming through the music. And though she thought she couldn't be more sucked into the emotions surrounding her, it was the voice of the lead singer that made time freeze. It was placid, yet full of pain. A bit rusty, yet flawless. And though there was too much noise for her to be able to hear the words, she understood them perfectly. Ripping her gaze away from the lead singer, her eyes rested on the bassist, who played the simple instrument with so much soul into it, that it made it seem as complex as learning the violin. His eyes were mysterious and cold, but that only made him more attractive to Tsukushi.

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'Yeah right, Kushi-chan. Tell me you hated the show while looking me in the eyes.'

Tsukushi's eyes remained glued to the floor, which all of the sudden was quite fascinating. Her eyes occasionally would dart up to meet Sakurako's, then would return to the cold black floor. Sakurako just rolled her eyes, knowing very well how stubborn Tsukushi was when it came to her pride.

'Whatever, let's go. I have backstage passes that are too valuable to go to waste.'

'B-backstage!' Tsukushi choked on her spit, a disbelieving look on her face.

'Please, Kushi. I'm Sanjou Sakurako, of course I'm not going to go to a concert without backstage passes.' She waved them in her friend's face, tempting her even more with every sway. 'And don't pretend as if you don't want to meet them. I saw your eyes popping out at the bassist.' Tsukushi blushed. Sakurako then placed a finger on her chin, while still waving the passes back and forth. 'Personally, I prefer the lead singer, but that's just me... So.. are you gonna go?'

'I was not goggling at the bassist! He just made me curious.'

'Don't lie, Kushi. I saw the drool slip out of your mouth.'

Giving up, Tsukushi reluctantly followed her friend with a visible scowl on her face. Sakurako showed the security guard the passes then dragged Tsukushi into the secluded room. Sakurako squealed in delight as she saw the band members seated on a couch. Dragging a blushing Tsukushi over, she put on her most seductive smile and introduced herself.

'Hey there, guys. I'm Sanjou Sakurako, and this is my friend Makino Tsukushi.' One of the members snorted a laugh and pointed at the plainer of the two girls.

'Tsukushi? You mean weed!' He let out another laugh, while throwing back his head to emphasize his amusement. A vein visibly throbbed on the side of Tsukushi's head as she clenched her hand into a fist. Noticing this, the man stopped laughing and put on a seductive grin. 'Nice to meet you ladies, and I bet you know who I am, right?'

'Of course we do! You're the drummer. Nishikado Soujiro.' Sakurako purred. One of the other members laughed, obviously finding something amusing, causing the two girls to turn their gaze towards him.

'Man, you got spunk for a young one. I'm Mimasaka Akira, the guitarist everyone knows and loves.' Sakurako giggled while Tsukushi just snorted. She didn't know or love any of these guys.

'What a bunch of egotistic men.'

'Oh and forgive our sleeping friend.' Akira said, thrusting a thumb in the bassist's direction. 'That's Hanazawa Rui. He's always tired, so don't mind him.'

The girls finally turned their attention towards the last a final member who was resting his head on the back of his hand, staring blankly into a random direction. Akira elbowed him in the ribs and pointed to Tsukushi and Sakurako. The lead singer snorted and jerked his head in their direction, his eyes landing on Tsukushi first.

'What a plain faced girl.' He muttered then turned his face the other way, spacing out again. Akira sighed, placing his hand on his face. Tsukushi, meanwhile was fuming.

'Tsukasa, don't be so rude.' Soujiro said, laughing. 'Greet the girls properly.'

' I don't greet filth.' Sakurako just glanced down at the floor in embarrassment, not paying any attention to the aura forming around her friend.

'Bastard.' The two playboys glanced over cautiously to their leader, while the bassist suddenly decided to wake up. A vein throbbed in Tsukasa's forehead as he stood up to his full height and looked down upon Tsukushi; literally.

'What did you call me?' He calmly asked. Tsukushi kept a stern look on her face, unfazed by the ice in his words.

'What are you? Hearing impaired? I just called you a bastard.' Tsukasa crossed his arms and sighed.

'Do you know who you're talking to?'

'No, and I don't care.'

Dead silence.

'I was forcefully dragged to this concert, not knowing who the hell you guys were. And my first opinion of you isn't a good one. You buy all your fans with fame and fortune, but your popularity can't faze me. You don't even intimidate me!'

'I'll have you know, weed. That I am Doumyouji Tsukasa. I can buy whatever I want and please. You chose the wrong person to mess with.'

'Puh-lease. I may be a weed but I'm a No-Brand Girl! And it's you, buddy, that chose the wrong person to mess with!'

Tsukasa opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the fist that had flown into his face. Sakurako watched with wide eyes, a hand placed over her mouth in chock. Soujiro and Akira's faces paled, while Rui just sat there watching the scene.

It took Tsukushi a while to realize what she had done. She stood there in shock, staring down at the man that was lying on the ground repeating the word 'onee-chan' over and over again.

'Shit. I just hit a famous person.'