Smash Hit

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Shinji/Kamio UST, more in future

Summary: Success hasn't come to Shinji and Kamio until they get a chance to play at the prestigious Atobe Keigo's concert. However, with many obstacles blocking thier way, can they make it to the top? AU, shounen-ai, bandfic

AN:...so late! XD Er I hope you enjoy this. I have a hard time writing in this style and I'm new to these character's personalities. Please comment!

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Chapter One

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Shinji worried a lot.

Sometimes he worried whether they could catch that record contract, whether Kamio's voice would hold out- had he gotten over that flu?- sometimes he worried where they would get their next meal from. He was almost out of medication; soon he would worry about that too.

Kamio rolled over, curling into Shinji's back, bony knees poking into the back of Shinji's own. "'M cold, Ibu." He explained, digging his face between Shinji's shoulder blades. '"Time is it?" His voice was hoarse, Shinji noted.

"Mmph." Shinji's head lolled to the side, allowing his view of their alarm clock. "We gotta get up soon. It's past noon. We gotta clean up- maybe we can scrape some money together. We need something to eat. I can feel your hip bones. I hope we get this gig. I need a new guitar. You need to get your throat checked out. We need to get up." Shinji hoped there was hot water left in their apartment, because both he and Kamio were shivering.

Kamio sat up and recoiled as soon as the comforter slid from his shoulders. Damn, it was cold. He swung his legs off of the bed- not a far way down, as the mattress was on the floor- and scrambled for the cup of water he had set there last night. His throat burned badly, so badly he could hardly swallow. His fingers found the cup and raised it to his lips.

Nothing came out. He blinked and stared into the cup. The water had frozen.

Behind him, Shinji was pulling a pair of jeans from the floor, pulling them onto his slim hips and leaving them unbuttoned. They really did need to land this act. He could count Shinji's ribs from here. He sighed and tugged his hair in front of his eye, nervously, staring at the crimson stuff. Ew. His hair was greasy.

He threw the blanket at his friend and stood up, rubbing his arms. "I'm taking a shower. Keep warm till I get out, okay? Last thing we need is one of us getting sick."

Shinji gazed at him dolefully from under the bundle of sheets, dark eyes studying him. "You are sick, Akira." It was a surprisingly short statement, coming from him.

Kamio shifted nervously under the scrutiny. "I told you," He said softly, trying to make his voice as normal as possible. "I'm fine." He made his way to the bathroom, shivering. "You worry too much, Shinji."

"You make me worry." Shinji murmured seriously, but Kamio had already shut the door.

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The door creaked open just as Kamio got into the shower.

"The steam makes it warm," Shinji explained, flipping the toilet seat down and sitting on it, bundled in the blanket. "I hope there's enough water for me. I haven't taken a shower in days. My hair is disgusting. I'm thinking about getting it trimmed." He paused. "My head hurts."

Kamio rubbed shampoo into his hair and peeked out from behind the curtain. "Did you take your medicine?" He winced as shampoo traveled into his eye and cursed, rubbing at it frantically.

A mumbled, "Yeah." was heard.

Kamio began to hum to himself and slumped against the shower wall, closing his eyes. Today they had a huge oppurtunity- they had somehow managed to snag an audition to open for Atobe Keigo, their first real chance to be recognized since they had gotten together as a band. They had to get this gig; Kamio was desperate not to let Shinji down again. He couldn't see his friend live like this, going without food for days on end, shivering in a two room apartment.

The shower curtain opened. Kamio watched lazily as Shinji slinked into the shower, blanket and clothes shedded to the tiled floor. He tossed his the shampoo. "Hey, Shinji?"

"Hm?" Shinji was smiling slightly, leaning into the water. His hair was getting pretty long, Kamio observed. The purple mass, made slick and limp by water, was halfway down his roommate's back. He could count five different colors intersped in Shinji's hair- their choice of profession almost demanded a few dye jobs, after all. Purple, pink, blue, red, green- and the black roots, just beginning to peek.

Kamio ducked his head under the spray. "Are you nervous? About today? At all?"

Shinji stepped from the shower and began to towel himself off. Kamio stared at him from underneath the stream of the shower, serious.

Shinji stared back, lips tilting upwards, a rare thing. "I think... we're good together. We'll show them that. I... I have a good feeling. That doesn't happen too often." Kamio would know that all too well.

Kamio smiled. "Yeah. You're right." A thumping noise was heard, from outside of the bathroom. Shinji's eyebrows knitted as he roped the towel around his waist. Kamio slathered some conditioner onto his hair, frowning.

"Someone's at the door." He said, closing the shower curtain. The moment was broken.

Shinji went to get the door.

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"Well/geez, you could have put some clothes on."

Shinji was confronted with an snobbish, familiar voice as soon as he had opened the door. He resisted the urge to slam the door shut in the small boy's face and enjoy the silence of the apartment. He gazed at Gakuto blankly. "What do you want?"

The small redhead pushed his way past Shinji, dragging in a large bag behind him. He put his hands on his hips huffily, glancing around. "So? Where's Kamio? I came with your clothes." He haughtily gave Shinji a once-over. "Although I'm sure a towel is very stylish."

Shinji sat down at the small kitchen table and buried a hand in his hair. "He's in the shower." He tried to will his growing headache away. It wasn't working.

Gakuto made himself at home, plopping himself onto their bed. His tilted his head, magenta hair falling to the side. "/Gawd, you guys need a new pad. This whole kitchen-in-the-same-room-as-the-bed isn't working for me at all." He blew a strand of hair from his lips. "Your ceiling is crumbling, even." He pointed out.

Shinji glanced up. Hey, it was. He hitched his towel up, listening to the shower shut off.

Gakuto was now at the fridge, staring into it's bleak contents. He grabbed a bottle of water and turned to Shinji, scrutinizing. "I brought some clothes for tonight." He declared, pointing a fingernail at the bag he had brought, black nail polish glinting. "I figured you guys needed it."

"Needed what?" Kamio emerged from the bathroom, wearing Shinji's shed pair of pants. Shinji took a moment to appreciate the fact that they could fit in each other's clothing. It made shopping easier. The matching tatoo they had was peeking right above the waistband of the jeans, black against white skin. He glared at Gakuto, scrubbing the water from his hair. "Look who came uninvited. Again."

Gakuto, kneeling on the wood floor, dug through the large paper bag and sneered up at Kamio through short bangs. "Aren't you forgetting who gets you half of your shows? Be thankful I like you, rhythm boy." He pulled out a black, fishnet shirt. He tossed it at Kamio. "Put this on." He produced a tight, black t-shirt with a large red X emblazoned across it. "And this."

Another knock at the door. Kamio frowned, pulling the clothes over his head. "Who could that be?"

Gakuto smiled, purple eyes slitting. "I asked Oshitari to bring my makeup."

Shinji groaned from the table. Today was going to be a long day.

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First chapter done! I have plans for this fic. Mmmm. Er. I've never really gotten much practice on multi-parters, so please comment! I absolutely love Shinji and Kamio, and the idea of them in a band would not leave my mind. I was all - drooool. Expect cameos (hahaha) from many characters and main parts for many. Like Fuji. And Atobe. And...well, wait and see! XD XD XD

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