Hella-chan stood out to me. Thank you for the wonderful nickname!
Chapter 5.
To Allen's relief, joy, happiness, and every other happy little word that's out there in the English speaking world, they made it to Lavi's two story (And beat up) old house.
Unscathed as they could be, but he did have minor scrapes and bruises on his knees and elbows, either than that, he was glad he had no broken bones and no concussions.
The white-haired teenager rubbed gingerly at his bruises and walked beside Lenalee to the front porch steps of Lavi's house.
The front porch of the house looked almost like a gazebo in Allen's eyes. Or a little place for plants and flowers.
What the blast is it called again? A Greenhouse? Allen tried thinking back to when Cross rented a house that had that same characteristic as Lavi's house.
But his train of thoughts were soon cut off when he heard a light groan coming from beside him.
"You alright Allen?" Lenalee asked, smiling small.
To Allen's surprise, she didn't throw up, but oh, how she looked-liked she really wanted too.
Allen smiled to Lenalee and nodded. "Yeah…Well, alright as I can be." He replied, rubbing his already bruised elbow with a small frown. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked with concern.
She smiled back and gave a shaky thumbs up in return. "Never better…!"
Lavi smirked widely as he slung his arms over the two teenager's shoulders.
Lenalee was the tallest, right next to him that is, and sadly, Allen didn't even match up with the height of the teenage girl beside him.
The white-haired teenager stood just two inches shorter than the teenage girl, so the Brit barely reached the top of Lenalee's head with his own.
"Isn't Yuu's driving fucking killer? His shit driving is bitchin'!" Whooped Lavi.
"Are you fucking baggin' about my driving dickweed?" Kanda demanded, glaring at Lavi as he waited for him by the porch.
Kicking at the door with the toe of his shoe impatiently.
"Hold your crazy ass horse Yuu," Lavi stated as he raced to his front door.
Allen shook his head in exasperation. "You guys swear a lot huh?" He still couldn't believe how much swearing Kanda did on the way here to the red-heads house.
And still couldn't believe that Kanda still managed to find swear words after that.
"You gonna start shit now, short stack?" Kanda accused the short teen, who he forgot his name already. He's thinking that maybe it was Albert?
Allen flicked a glare towards the long-haired guitar player. "Stating obvious facts Kan-duh," The younger teen retorted, innocently smiling.
Fooling no one by the way.
Kanda's glare intensified at the white-haired smiling idiot, and he took a step forward, ready to beat the living shit out of him.
"Chillax dude…He's just a kid." Lavi tried in vain to calm the already royally pissed Kanda.
"Shut up." The guitar player deadpanned, shooting his glare at Lavi instead.
"I'm not a kid, I'm fifteen." Allen stated, with an all-too-proud smile.
"No shit? I thought you we're fucking twelve." Kanda countered with a sneer, he had to cough into his fist when he saw the brat—that was once smiling smugly, now scowl at him, pissed.
Lavi finally kicked open his door and waltzed inside, arms out stretched as he inhaled the sweet scent of his home. "Welcome to the rock pad of the 80th century! Feel free to take off your pants and jack-et." The red-head stated slyly over his shoulder.
The white-haired teen ignored the fact that Lavi was only looking at him when he said that crude joke, and instead focused on the interior décor of the house.
Kanda watched as the red-head spun around in a circle with his arms held high in the air with disinterest clear in his dark blue eyes.
"Fucking retard…" Kanda grumbled, walking past the red-head.
Making sure to clip the Cyclops in the shoulder as he made his way to the stairs.
"I'm gonna take a piss." The long-haired teenager announced to whoever was listening.
He also went out of his way to practically knock over the white-haired prick that stood in his way.
The red-headed drummer wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Uh, little too much info dweeb…?" Lavi called to Kanda, who flicked a middle-finger his way.
Then a thought occurred to him. "That counts as jacking Yuu!" Lavi shouted with a sly grin.
"Fuck you! It doesn't shit head!" Lavi heard Kanda shout back.
"It really doesn't Lavi." Allen countered, wanting to defend himself as well.
The red-head doesn't seem to think before he speaks.
As Allen has witnessed many times already in just a single day he spent with him.
Lavi shrugged, "No it doesn't…But it's funny teasing Yuu. Say one wrong word to him and he freaks-the-fuck-out." Lavi explained with a mischievous smirk.
"Hmm…Do you even consider the consequences before you tease him Lavi? That bloke looks like a rabid dog when he gets angry." Allen commented, walking into Lavi's living room.
Everything had bright colors in the living room, the rug, the curtains, the couches, even the walls!
"He looks more like a rabid bear if you ask me," Chirped Lenalee, walking over to the bright red arm chair beside her dark purple bass guitar, and hopped into the sofa.
As Allen was walking to the big open window just across from the big red arm-chair, and just beside the giant bright green drum kit, something black caught the corner of his eye, he looked over, and further down the living room was a pure black and shining guitar.
He stood frozen in place for a couple seconds, amazed and in awe as he slowly walked over to it.
He heard a quire sing loudly once he stood in front of the black Les Paul.
"Like Kanda's guitar? His name is Mugen" Lavi asked, a grin spreading across his face as he managed to scare the white-haired teenager, again.
Allen looked over his shoulder with a confused expression. "Wha…? This is Kanda's guitar? Mugen…?" He repeated.
Lenalee laughed, pointing to the black Les Paul sitting at the end of the living room in between two bookshelves. "He calls his guitar, 'Mugen'…A pretty generic name though, he could've called it something more extravagant and flashy!" She stated.
"Like…The Hulk." She soon remarked, smirking widely when Lavi gave her a disgusted expression.
"Why would he name a beautiful guitar, 'The Hulk'?" Lavi asked bluntly.
"Why would he name a beautiful guitar 'Mugen'?" Lenalee deadpanned.
"He named it after something in his life! You can't say shit about the name." Lavi argued.
Allen smiled as he looked back to the black and chrome knobbed Les Paul, ignoring both of his friends arguing behind him in the living room.
And after a few minutes of shouting from Lenalee and Lavi, he saw Lavi crouching down beside him again.
"She's beautiful." Allen commented, reaching out to gently trace his gloved finger tips along the face of the guitar, scowling in disdain when he can't even feel the sleekness of the instrument.
Lavi sniffled as he bent down to admire the guitar with the younger teenager again, after he managed to 'out bitch' Lenalee.
But got a pillow thrown in the face because of it.
"Isn't it? But you can't touch it. Kanda would fucking freak if he found you were even standing near it." Lavi smirked. "My drum kit is called 'Hammer' and I don't give a shit if you sit, stare, or even touch it, it was made to impress and that's exactly what I want it to do." He winked.
Allen straightened up from in front of the guitar and went over to the drum kit. "Wow…This is a pretty big kit." Allen commented.
It was the biggest drum kit Allen has ever seen before.
"Cost me a fuckin' arm and an eye because of it though." Lavi said grinning and tracing a finger-tip on his black eye-patch before heading out of the living room. "Anyone want a drink?" He asked walking across to the room situated beside the living room.
Not before throwing the dark purple pillow back at Lenalee and then quickly running to the kitchen that was located just adjacent to the living room.
Where he hid behind his counter with only his one eye peeking out from behind it.
"I'll have a grape crush!" Lenalee hollered over her shoulder as she dove for the comfort of her armchair again, with the purple cushion in her arms.
Allen smiled looking over his shoulder to Lavi inside the kitchen "If you got any Coca-Cola I'll get one. If not, surprise me."
After Allen was done admiring the beautiful glow of the drum kit called 'Hammer' he walked over to the dark purple—and round—couch and sat in the center of it, round walls surrounded the sofa.
This is definitely out of date. I saw this when I lived back in England! He thought with a delighted smile, remembering the good old days back in the late 70's.
"Here you—" Lavi stared incredulously at the white-haired teen that sat in Kanda's chair. "Oh. Fuck. Me!" he hurriedly rushed over to the startled teen and quickly handed him his soda as he shook the chair. "Get off his seat, like, now, before the dude fucking—"
"The fuck you doing brat? That's my fucking spot!" Kanda roared furiously.
Allen quickly looked over to the stairs, to see Kanda already storming down the last few remaining steps.
And he shot up from within the circle of the couch to practically dive for the spot beside Lenalee.
"I'm sorry!" The white-haired teenager squeaked, hiding behind the safety of his friend's feminine arm.
"You're letting this little prick audition?" Kanda shouted.
Into the face of the closed eye red-head standing in front of him.
"He has no fucking respect for other people's property and shit! And he's been fucking baggin' about me since I first met the little bastard!" He spat, glaring furiously at the cowering teenager behind Lenalee's arm.
Lavi waved his hands in the face of the pissed older male nervously. "Chill dude…! He didn't know you get jumpy and all bat-shit-crazy about your chair!" The red-head explained.
And shakily he handed Kanda his coke. "Refreshment…?" The drummer offered, smirking.
Allen watched as Kanda snatched away the coke from Lavi's hand, grumbling all the way to his 'precious' chair as he roughly opened up the can of pop.
"Little brat...You might've squashed it." Kanda muttered.
Allen rolled his eyes passionately. "It's just a chair you barmy American…Or Japanese…" Now that he thought about it, he didn't know what the heck Kanda was.
His name sounded Japanese, but Kanda held no accent what-so-ever that could prove that he was in fact Japanese.
Actually he missed something in that sentence of his.
"Squash what?" Allen blinked, unveiling himself from behind Lenalee's arm.
Which he got flicked in the forehead for.
Lavi smacked his forehead in realization. "Fuuuuck," He dragged out as he swiped his hand down his face. "Forgot that Yuu stashed it there. Is it alright?" Lavi asked, slowly walking his way over to the round chair.
It was an odd chair, it looked like a round armchair yet it looked like an office chair, it resembled the look of a broken egg-shell, and it could spin.
Allen just realized that once Kanda started spinning the chair around as he looked for something within it.
A creepy smile lit Kanda's features.
Making Allen shiver.
"It's alright." Kanda reassured. Then flicked he sent a hard glare Allen's way. "You're lucky you little runt, if the bag broke, your ass would've been mine.
Lavi snickered. "What kind of a lame—OW! Christ!" Lavi whined as he held his head with both hands.
Lenalee stood over him with a fist held over him. "If you forgot, which I'm pretty sure you did." She said with a roll of her eyes. "We invited Allen over for an audition. And I'm not letting this bunk conversation drag on forever. So if you would be so kind as to let him audition and we can actually show him what kind of music we play, then I'm pretty sure we would both be happy and maybe, I don't know, finally find our lead singer?"
The room went silent.
Lavi gulped and nodded his head with a small smirk. "O-okay…Clutch scary ass speech dictator Lee." Lavi said sarcastically as he did a military salute.
Kanda stood over him with a sneer, "Pussy." He spat, giving the red-head a swift kick to the ass before he walked away.
"Ow..." Lavi grumbled, holding his hands over his ass with a scowl directed to Kanda's back.
Allen eyed the dark blue back pocket of Kanda's jeans. "What is that Kanda?" He asked curiously.
"None of your business short stack." Kanda replied, fake British accent foreign on his tongue, walking over to his guitar named Mugen he slung the guitar strap over his shoulder.
Allen pouted. "It's something illegal isn't it? Like a gun?"
Lavi laughed clutching both his sides as he walked over to his drums to the right of Kanda.
"A gun…? How could an 18 year-old get a license for a gun in this day and age? Everyone is too stiff…the fuzz, the government, the fucking President." Lavi grumbled sitting crossed legged behind his kit, wiping away a non-existent tear as he did. "That was a good laugh though." He said smirking.
"You do know that that's a criminal offense calling the president that." Allen quipped in, an amused smile on his face.
Lavi only shrugged. "He's a fucking president that gets treated like a king. I say everyone deserves to get treated like a king, or queen, sometimes, not just him." Lavi stated, winking to Lenalee who smiled back and gave him a peace sign with her hand.
"Well," Lenalee said as she stretched her arms over her head as she got up from the couch, grabbing her bass as she does. "Let's get this show on the road shall we boy's?" She grinned.
"Hell yeah!" Lavi cheered. "Let's rock this town to the ground!" He said, twirling both of the drum sticks within his fingers.
"What song should we play?" Lenalee asked.
Lavi tapped his chin in thought. "I don't know…How 'bout a catchy, happy-like song?" He grinned. "Like, the intro of Communication Breakdown by Led Zeppelin?" He eagerly stated.
Lenalee grinned as she clapped her hands together. "Stellar! I miss that song!" She steadied her bass. "Start us off Kanda!"
"Don't need to tell me that." Kanda grumbled. He plucked down each of the guitar strings with his pick experimentally, and with a nod, he began playing.
And at that exact time Kanda started, Lavi quickly followed up with a fast drum beat.
Allen watched in awe as the small band starting playing complex and heavy riffs of the song he knew very well. He watched in amazement as Kanda's fingers hit all the chords of the song in such precise precision that it came as it blur to him as it always did when he listened to the song on the record player at his house.
Allen could hear the voice of the lead singer, Robert Plant, singing the lyrics as they continued to play the song, no one had to sing in order to know where it was in the song they were playing at.
But, much to Allen's displeasure, they all stopped at once.
It ended all too soon for him.
Lenalee smiled eagerly. "So? Are you convinced that we don't play around when it comes to practicing and wanting to be a band?"
Allen shook his head with a bemused expression. "No…I never thought that either of you did…That was excellent! It was a pleasure to just sit and watch the whole small performance but I can't even begin to imagine how brilliant it would sound if you had a singer!"
Lavi grinned as he scratched his head with a drum stick. "I can sit here all day simply listening to you talk." He stated with a lazy smirk.
"Tch…" Kanda said crossing his arms. "Fag." Kanda spat. He turned his head back to the brat on the couch. "Let's hear you sing. If you fucking suck, I'm throwing you out."
Allen rolled his eyes as he got up from the safety of the sofa and stood close by a microphone in the center of the living room. "Your threats don't scare me. But alright, you got yourself a deal Kanda," Allen breathed in deeply. "I got a song." He tapped on the microphone, hearing it thump out of the amplifier in front of him and he nodded.
Just imagine the slide of the Jimmy Page's guitar…Allen thought as he closed his eyes. He could hear it inside his head as he pulled the microphone closer to his body. Imagine the drum beat of John Bonham…Taking a short intake of breath he closed his eyes. And pretend its Robert Plant's voice that's coming out of your mouth, and not your own. Allen mentally instructed himself.
"If the sun refused to shine…
I would still be lovin' you." He sang slowly, smiling small.
"When mountains crumble to the sea,
There will still be you and me." Allen breathed, imagining drums next.
"Kind woman, I give you my all,
Kind woman, nothing more…" He sung lightly, still smiling.
"Little drops of rain, whisper of the pain,
Tears of loves lost in the days gone by..." He paused to take a small breather.
"My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
Together we shall go until we die. My, my, my…!" He raised his voice slightly, then continued on with his normal pitch.
"An inspiration is what you are to me…
Inspiration, look...See..." He pulled away, finally opening his eyes in order to see the bands reactions.
Lavi sat there behind his drums with his chin rested inside his hand, his eye oddly focused on the white-haired teenager.
Lenalee stood with a hand to her chin, her purple eyes constantly staring.
And Kanda was scowling deeper than usual with a hip cocked to the side, looking impatient.
Allen smiled and continued on with the song, even though he knew that a guitar solo was supposed to take his place.
"And so today, my world it smiles,
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles," He knew he had to raise his voice soon. So he hurriedly took a breather to prepare himself.
"Thanks to you it will be done…
For you to me, are the only one!" He raised his voice into a stronger pitch. "Alright yeah! Happiness, no more be sad.
Happiness...I'm glad." He closed his eyes again, hearing the sad slide of the synth and the guitar blending perfectly together inside his head, he absolutely adored the song he is now finishing.
"If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you." Allen slowly sang, his voice light.
"When mountains crumble to the sea,
There will still be you…And me." He breathed, he slowly open his eyes again and smiled brightly.
"What do you think?" He asked.
I barely changed anything in this chapter, because I sorta liked it from the beginning, but I did edit it and touched up the grammar mistakes I made. And thank you guys for the support and the amazing reviews!
This song that Allen sang is called "Thank You" By Led Zeppelin. So soothing, and I can just imagine him singing this. I love Led Zeppelin.