Disclaimer: I do not own Gash bell, gladly. NOT! WHY couldn't I own Gash Bell? WHY, god?"

Aurhor's Notes: Okay, the second chapter. This chapter will discuss about Gash's band (whose names I haven't think about yet) making their first few songs. If you have a song that you made by your own, you can put it in your review. Maybe I will put it here. Yeah, I realize that there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes on the first chapter.

Chapter 2

The Songs Were Made.

After the band was formed, their task for the day is over. Zeon and Dufo are off to the wild worlds to kill off some cowboys (wait, isn't that in wild WEST?) along with their mysterious companions whose names I never thought. Nazo Nazo Hakase is back to his usual house in England (is it? I make it myself) to annoy some more youngsters and fried some more. Gash and Kiyomaro return to their home…wasn't they there already?

"Gash, why do you name your music prop, Vulcanica?" Ask Kiyomaro while he took few bombs from their refrigerator…of course not, you dumbass! He took few burgers he had kept there for three centuries. Now that a bit reasonable.

"Well, because it's a harmonica made by Vulcans!" Said Gash with his oh-my-god-why-it-shines-so-bright smile. That was a simple reason, isn't it?

See anything wrong with Gash's reason? No? Me too.

"Gash…harmonica produce sounds by blowin' on them. Your Vulcanica doesn't…"

"Really? So, does Megumi make sound by YOU on top of he…r…?" OOOPSS! BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE! No lime or whatsoever here!

"How did you know that, Gash? Come back here! GASH!" Said Kiyomaro as they chase each other in their house. To outsiders (or stalkers or something like that), this would seem like a brotherhood-romantic scene between brothers. Yeah, I would think like that, it only Kiyomaro isn't wearing that scary face of his. Can I make it too? Let's try…

"…Warning, people. Do not BEND your fang to a CURVE like this stupid author. Now let's trash him to the trashcan. Agreed?"

Well, I can hear everyone from far away said, "Agreed!"

Now I spend my night writing stories with laptop inside a trash can. Man! It smells here! Hey, is that burgers?

After the moon hath passed its beautiful light, glittering in the middle of dark night…all right, stop this kind of languange. After eight hours of sleep, sun finally take over moon after piledriving him into submission. There are so many marks on moon's face because he always loses against sun in wrestling.

Cool! New scientific theory! blasted by the scientist such as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Elvis Presley…is Elvis a scientist? Beats me

The band's members are gathered. Here is what they brought:

Dufo: A stack of boxes. It is very probable contain lot of music discs on it. While on closer research, it reveal corpses of cowboys they killed yesterday. Oh yeah, and the silver book too!

Zeon: Another stack of boxes. While it is VERY probable contain corpses of the cowboys, it was not. It contains a lot, and I mean, A LOT of snacks. It will take ten days for ten men to eat.

"It's enough for a day"

Nazo Nazo Hakase: Bringing nothing but a black outfit that covers his entire body. Hey, does the outfit smells a little like charcoal?

"Those youngsters sure know how to light a fire…"

Gash: Vulcanica, Vulcan, and FEW snacks. Yes, it is FEW. It will only take two days for ten men to eat. What the hell?

Kiyomaro: The red book. And some music books. So far, he is the owner of the most normal things.

"Well, shouldn't we begin this already?" Ask Kiyomaro to…hey, who he's asking to?

"YOU, DAMNIT!" Oh sorry. Let us begin it.

Well, after they formed the lineup on the previous day, or should I say, previous chapter, they decide that their work today is to make few songs. About one or two songs. For it, Kiyomaro suggest for those who has written the song to show it to the other members.

"I have one! I have one!" Said Gash, showing the small bits of paper on his hand. Zeon are displeased by this, as he aims to be the one who beats Gash at everything. His dismay turns to delight as soon as he sees the song…

Fleas (the title)

Adam

Had 'em

"That's it?"

"That's it." Said Gash with his usual smile.

"Zeon…please…" Said Kiyomaro, standing quite far away from Gash.

"ZAKERU!"

Would Gash look cool in black dress?

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GASH! YOU ARE WORTHLESS! YOUR SONG SUCKS SO MUCH! YOU SHOULD GO KISS…"

"Do you make your own song?" This question shuts Zeon up.

"Well, here we are, stuck to making song…" Said Kiyomaro as he become depressed. That changes when Zeon offer him a piece of paper, while saying, "This be far better than Gash's. I promise!"

Kiyomaro read it.

I AM LORD

You stupid mortals!

Bow before me!

For I am Zeon

Your king, your Excellency!

Those who smiled,

Those who laughed,

Prepare to be fried,

For I am Lord!

Hahahahahahah

Hahahahahahaha

You suck, you dumb, you fg stupid!

Your only talent is to dump st!

Bow before me, for I am Zeon!

Your Immortal lord!

The paper was stepped on, shot by Gash's Zakeru, stepped on by Nazo ("I told you! You cannot call me Nazo!"), spitted by Dufo ("I would never do such a thing! What's a spit?"), and lastly, but not least, dumped into the trashcan, where I will eat it. Uuum…tasty!

Continue then. Where were we? Ah…the paper. Zeon does not take the actions done to his paper lightly. As dark sparks of energy start to…what it's called…sparkling from the bottom of his cloth to the top of his cloth, his stare is fixed to Kiyomaro and his mamono partner. Why can't I just say, 'on his whole cloth?'

"Dufo…" With this command, Dufo took his silver book. Kiyomaro quickly grab his red book tightly, and both books began to shine.

"ZAKERUGA!"

"ZAKERU!"

Try to guess who said what. Both of the mamono and their partners continue to fire their own thunder spells. Nazo Nazo Hakase just spends few hours of chaos by eating French fries.

"Why is it called 'French fries' if I buy it on America? Shouldn't the name be, 'American Fries'?" After realizing that 'American fries' sounds stupid, Nazo Nazo Hakase chose to shut up his lousy mouth.

After ten years…oh what the heck…After ten minutes that felt like ten years, except to Nazo Nazo Hakase, who felt it like ten minutes, the chaos subsided. Yet silence arose. Zeon stay still on silence, so is Gash. Is Gash capable of silence? Oh well. Kiyomaro sighted that Dufo writes something on a piece of paper.

"What are you writing?"

"That is none of your bussiness."

"Oh come on! Let me see it!"

And on the paper such words were written:

Dear,

You don't know me, yet I do know you. Your eyes spark brightly as my heart melts on the sight of it. You don't know me, you don't need to. I love you deep, yet you don't feel the same.

Such voice you spoken from those beautiful lips, for my lowly ears be good enough to hear it, once it hears, no more sounds except your voice it rings back. Oh, how sad I found, your heart already someone's to bound. It is really for the best; let me stay away from you, from east to west.

Love You Dearly, Dufo

As the last letter is read, everyone spend their 5 minutes of life laughing; except of course, Dufo, whose vein has make a crossroad on his forehead. He is not happy.

"Love letter, Dufo? WAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nazo Nazo Hakase continues to laugh like there are no tomorrow for him. It is. There shall be no tomorrow is he keep laughing his ass off. And oh yeah, his ass will be off too.

"'I love you deep'! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Since when you start to be able to understand such vocabulary? Oh, my stomach!" Laughed Zeon. He has not realized what doom he bringing himself into…

"The 'D' from 'Dearly' is capital! HUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Gash is laughing at one thing I don't found funny. He has such weird sense of humour.

"HAHA…HA...HA...HAA...HA.Who's this letter for?" Ask Kiyomaro, still run out of breath from laughing for five minutes non-stop. Dufo saw this as a chance to counter the embarassment. Too bad, he chooses the wrong word…

"It's for Megumi…"

"TEOZAKERU!"

Hey, would Dufo look cool in black hair? No? DAMN it!" Better make it white again. paint paint paint paint paint paint

"No one has the right to…" Kiyomaro stopped. Saying such 'vulgar' things in front of two 9-year old mamono would not be good, even if those two 9-year old were able to bring a giant whose height twice the Everest down.

"Hey, why don't we make the words in this love letter into our song?" Suggests Nazo Nazo Hakase. Man, he takes my line! Damn you!

"Hey, that's not half bad! Let's do it!"

So the lines were:

You don't know me, yet I know you,

Your eyes spark so brightly,

My hearts melt on the sight of it.

You don't know me, you don't need to,

For my love, be pure and deep.

Those voices your lips made,

To those very voice my love spark,

Your healing power, be it magical or logical,

So deep the admiration yet was Love it actually be.

Repeat

Sing

Repeat

Sing

You don't know me. I do know you.

I love you deeply, you love somebody,

Such facts I found, you heart I cannot be bound,

Yet for you to be happy, my hearts will stay like it be.

Repeat above

"Now we need to make the title…" Gash's question was unneeded. The title was obvious.

"The title is, 'You Don't Know Me'" Dufo smiles, as his works finally be appreciated, not as a joke material.

"Shouldn't we try this song out?" Suggests Dufo.

As the Jazz rhythym made from Vulcanica began to fill the air, higher notes began to spurt from Kiyomaro's guitar. After few minutes, Nazo Nazo Hakase's drum voice filled, completely dominating the sound from Vulcanica and Kiyomaro's guitar. Then Zeon's heavy sound began to flow, along with Dufo's perfect melody. From those two, Vulcanica repeats his Jazz rhythym, only this one was louder. After four minutes of Jazz rhythym and Zeon's heavy voice, they finally make the rough steps on how the song will be sung.

Finally! The band members were done, their first song done! I should move along to the point where Gash introduces their band to Gash's friends! Yeah!

"Uummm….We don't have a name yet…"

Damn.

Author's Notes: Okay, spend your time throwing rotten stuffs at me for the inappopriate is-it-supposed-to-be-funny jokes, the corny song, and the crappy ending. Truly, I never thought about the band's name! Please, reviewers, suggest the band's name! I beg you! Thanks for the reviewers for the first chapter! I hope this is good enough!

End Notes: What is this supposed to mean? 'Fleas' do exist. It is called the shortest poem ever. Just to those who don't know, although I doubt there be any. Yeah, the story and the title don't fit. Sorry!