Author's Note
Heart: We don't own YuGiOh! Looks like we are ahead of schedule. Cool! Enjoy please!
Evil: She's a slave driver! Help me!
Heart: *covers her mouth* don't mind her just keep reading.
Chapter Five: Me and My Band.
The smell of smoke plus the screeching sound of the fire alarm woke the annoyed teen early Sunday morning. 'Damn! Can't I get a minute's peace?' Yami thought angrily as he sat up. He was the last one in the bedroom, which didn't come as a surprise. Yami had stayed up late, looking through the lyrics that he and the band were getting by the thousand, or at least, that's how it felt. With a loud groan, the crimson eyed teen pulled himself from the warm bed and toward the shower. About twenty minutes later, Yami emerged, dressed in nothing but a crisp white towel, his tri-colored hair still sending water to drip down his back. The teen quickly dried himself as the fire alarm finally shut off, obviously, whatever fire his fellow band members had created was out and now there was yelling coming from the direction of the kitchen. With a sigh, Yami quickly dressed himself in a pair of gray sweat pants and a black T-shirt with florescent green writing that read, "I'm with stupid" and he pulled on his favorite black leather collar.
Yami stepped bare footed into the living room that was filled to the brim with letters, covering almost every one of the five black leather couches in paper. Yami looked up just in time to see the albino lovers break apart from what looked like a very heated make-out session. The girl, Ryou Kyusuki, had a heavy blush covering her cheeks, completely contrasting to her shoulder length white hair, normally pale skin, and brown eyes. Ryou was wearing a simple blue sun dress with a silver chain necklace and black sandals. "Um... Hey, Yami." Ryou had a bad habit of not kissing in front of Yami. It wasn't that she was embarrassed, it was because Yami was the only person in the band who didn't have someone and she didn't want to annoy him.
The man, Bakura Necromancy, was smirking devilishly as if to say, "Yeah, I'm so lucky!". Bakura had no problem with kissing (or more) in front of Yami, however, for his Ryou's sake, he didn't very often. Bakura looked a lot like Ryou, he also had white hair that reached down to his shoulders, however today it was in a low ponytail. He had brown eyes that were much sharper and more psychotic looking than Ryou's innocent, doe-like eyes. Bakura also had very tanned skin being from Egyptian heritage like Yami who's family came from Egypt before he was born. Bakura was wearing no shirt, but this was a common occurrence so Yami disregarded it. He was also wearing his black denim jeans and was, like Yami, bear footed. Again, a common occurrence.
Yami smirked at the couple, "No need to be modest, I'm just passing through." he said as he passed by them. Ryou's blush deepened, knowing they had been caught, while Bakura looked delighted and quickly pulled Ryou onto his lap and started making out again, much to the smaller teen's pleasure and displeasure. Yami shook his head as he made his way to the kitchen where the shouting was growing louder. "What did Marik do this time?" he asked as he stepped in the large kitchen/dining room that nobody used for eating unless they were standing.
Two platinum blonds looked up from their argument as Yami sat down at one of the bar stools around the peninsula of counter top that cut the room in half. The smaller of the couple, Malik Ishtar, looked at Yami with an exasperated glare. She had long blond hair that fell to her shoulders and purple eyes. Malik was wearing a simple lilac T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. She had her arms crossed over her chest with a look that could make any man run for his life. Fortunately for Yami, this look was directed at her boyfriend who was looking rather sheepish. "Something stupid! That's what he did!" She shrieked, throwing her hands up in the air. "I don't know why I put up with him!", she started; talking like Marik wasn't in the room, as he would have preferred to be.
Yami looked to the taller of the two who had a face saying he would have happily loved to be able to melt into the floor. Marik Ishtar was very tall, taller than the rest of the band besides their manager. He also had blond hair, but his, although just as long, stuck up on end naturally, and with a bit of styling, he managed to make it more intentional rather than having him look like he had just shoved his finger in an electrical plug, which, knowing Marik, he probably had. Marik also had purple eyes and tan skin; he was wearing a pair of jeans and a button up white shirt left open. Although, Marik and Malik had the same last name, they weren't married, at least not yet. The two of them wanted to get married and Malik had changed her name in anticipation, but they decided to wait a little longer, but that didn't mean the promise wasn't there. Not that this promise was going to last with the way Malik was seething at Marik
Yami rolled his eyes as he picked out an apple from the fruit bowl, "What did he do now?"
Malik sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "He tried to cook bacon..."
"That's not so bad.", replied Yami as he took a bite from his apple.
Malik raised an eyebrow, "In the toaster? I don't think so."
Yami nearly spat out his apple. Trying hard not to choke, Yami swallowed and wiped his chin, "Seriously?"
The girl nodded before glaring at her boyfriend again. "What?", asked Marik as he tried to defend himself, "You do it with bread, why not with bacon?"
"BECAUSE IT'S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!", screamed Malik.
"Just do what I do.", said Bakura as he and Ryou walked into the room, "Eat it raw."
Yami pressed two of his fingers to his temples and let out an exasperated sigh, "No, Bakura. That doesn't solve the problem either. He'd get food poisoning."
Bakura tilted his head to the side like a child, "What? Why? I do it all the time and it doesn't hurt me."
Yami rolled his eyes, "That's just you, Bakura. If anyone else tried it, they'd have a one way ticket to the hospital, and we don't need anymore hospital runs or Seto's going to ring my neck."
"Yes, I would.", came a cold voice from the door of the room. Five band members looked round to see the boyfriend of their other band member, Seto Kaiba. Seto was the manger of Millennium, he was the tallest and oldest of the bunch being twenty-two, while the rest only twenty. He had brown hair and ice-like blue eyes that almost never showed emotion (Except when his girlfriend was around). He was wearing his usual black collared shirt, black pants, and long white coat that always seemed to catch the wind (Even if there wasn't one) just right to make it almost stand by itself. Seto had his arm rapped around his girlfriend's waist as he glared at the rest of the band.
"Seto, don' be like that'." begged the blond girl next to him. Josephine Wheeler, commonly known as Joey seeing as she hated her name, was smiling at the rest of the band with her "I don't care as long as I have food" look. Joey had blond hair and honey brown eyes, she was also rather tall for a girl. While the rest of the girls were about five six, she was five foot ten, easily beating Yami in height and on par with Bakura. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt with gold writing that read "I don't need roses to feel loved, chocolates would be fine."
Yami sighed as he stood up, "OK, guys. How many lyrics have you gone through?". Unfortunately, he already knew the answer.
"We were waiting for you." stated Bakura as he rapped his arm around Ryou's waist causing the girl to blush.
"OK, OK. I'll start on the emails if you guys work on the letters, we stop every hour to show what we like."
"Got it.", replied the rest of the band as they set to work. The seven of them left the kitchen and went back to the lounge to start sorting, filing, and reading. After an hour of reading, they got together and compared what they had found. So far nothing was jumping out at Yami, who was the main person to agree seeing as he would be the one singing the lyrics. After putting the ones that weren't too bad in a small pile to be re-read later, the band got back to their task, Seto leaving them to go take care of some kinks with the concert to be held in less than two weeks time. An hour later, they got together again. Still nothing. They went back to it, losing two members this time. Bakura and Marik decided that their time was better spent browsing YouTube rather than sifting through lyrics.
"Oh, cool!", exclaimed Bakura as they typed in the next video, this particular being one of skiing disasters. The two "Ouch"ed and "Oooo"ed as the falls played out, leaving men and women with either serious injuries or splitting headaches. The two of them laughed as they flicked their way through half a dozen of these clips from different sports; motorcycling, quad-biking, racing, and several others. After the two of them finally stopped watching people hurt themselves, they started looking around for their songs to see how well they had played in that recording. They started with their first album and slowly moved on to the second, enjoying baiting each other about their playing.
"What's that?", asked Marik as the song "My Immortal" was typed in. The first link available was labeled "My Immortal, Cover Without Music", and it had over a million hits. "What do they mean without music?"
Bakura shrugged and clicked the link, revealing a cheap video of a small girl dressed in a public school uniform, wearing sunglasses. The two listened as the girl's voice flooded through the speakers. Neither spoke throughout the song, not wanting to disrupt the beauty of the voice, and for the fact that they were speechless. Despite the fact that the two of them had heard the song too many times for comfort, it still made them sit still as the girl put as much emotion in as Yami did when he sang.
"We have got to show the rest of the band this!", yelled Marik as he proceeded to try and take the computer into the other room without unplugging it, or even considering it wasn't a laptop. After about ten minutes of struggling, the two gave up and went to go get the rest.
"Hey, guys! Guess what we found!", called Bakura as he entered back into the living room with Marik hot on his heels.
"You found out that you can't take a monitor into another room without unplugging it first.", stated Malik without looking up from the page she was reading.
"Ah... No, not that, but you have to see this clip!", replied Bakura.
Ryou looked up from the page she was reading looking mildly curious. It was rare for Bakura to act like this about... well anything! (Except Ryou herself.) "OK. Yami, let Bakura and Marik on your laptop will you?."
Yami didn't reply. He didn't even turn around. He only stared at the screen in front of him, reading the email. "Hey, Yami!", called Joey. Again, no reply. "YAMI!"
Suddenly, Yami snapped out of his daze and turned to his band. "What's with the yelling?"
Joey glared at him, "What do you mean, "What's with the yelling?" You were ignoring us, Dammit!"
Yami blinked, "I-I what?"
Joey rolled her eyes, "You were f*cking ignoring us! Did you not hear what Marik and Bakura said?"
"Ah... No, not really."
Bakura sighed, "We wanna show you guys a song. So scoot, Yami.", and with that, the albino pushed Yami off his chair and onto the floor
Yami got up from the sea of papers and sat down on one of the empty couches, waiting for the guys to put on the song. "Fine, but I NEED to show you something after!"
Yami was answered with a "Whatever.", from everyone as the music, or lack there of, started to play.
Yami's jaw dropped as the girl sang the song he had written over two years ago. By the quality of the video, it was taped on a phone, but that didn't hide the beauty. After the song was done, every one was in shock. Yami was the first to break the silence, "What is that girl's name?", he half asked, half demanded.
Bakura scrolled down the page, "It doesn't say. It only says, "This is my friend performing My Immortal by Millennium in an empty classroom. The funny thing is, this girl will not sing in front of people. She's too shy! LOL! I had to be very careful with the recording of this song.""
Yami put his head in his hands, "Damn! That really sucks!"
Joey looked over at Yami with surprise, "What's up, Yami? You're not normally like this about a song."
Yami looked up at his band with a disappointed smirk on his face, "Did you hear that, or was it just me?". The band shrugged. "This girl, even without SEEING her sing, I know she's a lot like me!"
"Weird and moody?", offered Bakura, who was rewarded for his comment with a pillow to the face.
"Anyway." started Yami, dragging all eyes back to him, "If I can't find out who this girl is, fine. But I need to show you these lyrics.". Yami got up from the couch and proceeded to push Bakura off the chair. Unfortunately, he knew it was coming and stood up before he could fall. The singer closed the YouTube window on his laptop and pulled up the emails. "Read this." he said as he got up from the chair.
The rest of the band gathered around the small screen and began reading. After a few minutes, they looked up at different times, but all had the same expression. They were shocked. "A-Are you sure you didn't write that?", asked Ryou as she sat back down on the couch in a daze.
Yami shook his head. "No, I didn't write that! But I gotta know who did!", Yami's eyes glazed over as he thought about who could have written that song. It was heart warming, powerful, and had a good message. 'Who the H*ll could have written it?', he thought angrily.
"OK.", said Joey, easily getting the attention of the rest of the group. "How 'bout some more reading!"
Everyone groaned, "Joey, there's no way ANY of these lyrics could be as good as those.", complained Yami as he leaned back in the chair.
The blond rolled her eyes, "Yes, I get tha', ya idiot! But we need to find the two runner-ups tha' you promised!"
Yami and the rest let out a loud groan before walking over to the various couches to begin to read the rest of the limitless lyrics. Yami when back to the laptop and quickly printed off the lyrics and read the name of the song's owner. 'Yugi Mutou, huh? I gotta meet you.'