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Chapter 11.
April 14th, 1984
Saturday.
"This place is magnificent…So much lights…" Allen mused aloud, his grey eyes transfixed on every little light he saw inside the city of Chicago.
He never really ventured out of his house, let alone his neighborhood, but how he regretted not doing so earlier.
The city itself was huge, but with each of its lights on, and in the middle of the night, he was completely captivated and awe-stricken by the sight of each glowing towers and small buildings and at all of the old historical buildings that have been there for years.
Even the girly and nudie bars looked charming and alluring to the eye.
Because of the lights, and that's it.
He felt the red-head sling an arm over his shoulders, and instantly he felt his skin prickle, he didn't very much like human contact, only because immediately his skin felt hot and over-heated from mere skin on skin contact.
And when the red-head was always so touchy feely—not to mention annoying—Allen still couldn't get used to it.
So with an awkward and nervous smile, he leaned his elbow into the drummer's side.
Lavi shouted out in surprise and backed away in haste. "What're think your doin'?" Lavi narrowed his eye and pointed a finger. "Don't do it Brit, You'll regret it." He warned, only half serious.
Allen merely smiled slyly, ducked under Lavi's pointer finger, then lunged at Lavi's ribs and began poking his sides.
Lavi yelped—very un-manly—and tried slapping Allen's hands away as he squirmed away from the abuse.
Well he thought of it as abuse, it was a new form of harassment to him.
"S-stop! Don't!" Lavi then howled in the laughter that he could no longer contain. "I'm gonna pee!" He laughed, kicking his feet. "Sexual harassment! I swear it is!" He laughed, continuing to kick his feet in the air.
Allen didn't stop, instead he laughed right along with the red-head as he continued to tickle Lavi's sides.
"You deserve this! Pervert!" Allen shouted.
Lavi shook his head frantically. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mercy!" Lavi cried, still shaking with laughter.
"Never!" Allen then gave his best sinister laugh.
Above Allen's head, the wind blew harshly against both of their hair, the both of them sat in the very back of Kanda's truck in order for them to keep their instruments safe as the mad-man driver only sped and zoomed through traffic and red-lights.
Just as Lavi finally managed to shake off Allen, they pushed themselves up from the bottom of the truck, still laughing loudly with tears blurring their eye-sight, they pointed at each other's faces and laughed some more when their tears streamed across their faces.
The truck suddenly took a tire screeching halt, that caused both of them to land onto each other—more forcibly and harder this time—as the truck took a stop in the middle of the road.
Instruments—namely Lavi's drum set—fell on top of Allen's legs and prevented him from getting back up just as the microphone fell hard onto Lavi's skull.
Allen banged his nose against the drummer's chest and instantly, pain surged from his nose to his eyes, which made more tears stream down his face.
Both of them howled in pain and held their injured limbs.
Kanda quickly hopped out of the truck, with Lenalee was screaming behind him all the while, and he stomped to the back. "What the hell are you two doing?" The long-haired teenager shouted angrily, jumping onto the tailgate, he pushed everything out of his way as he made his way towards Lavi and the brat.
Lavi heaved himself up, but only made it half ways when he finally noticed that Allen was still lying on his mid-section. "You okay short stuff?" He asked, holding his head as he shook Allen's shoulder.
Allen groaned and tried freeing his leg. "No…I'm stuck." He stated. "And I think I broke my arse bone…Also my nose." He groaned, he then pushed down on Lavi's stomach in order to haul himself up
Which only lead to him getting his foot more tangled in the drum set as he tried kicking the offending object away.
He sighed and soon gave up. "Great, my arse bone hurts, my nose is broken, and my foot is cramping." Allen complained, wiggling his toes.
"Do you mean, tail-bone, Al?" Lavi chuckled, then winced in pain and held his head. "Fuck me this hurts."
"You're telling me." Allen joked half-heartedly as he continued to kick and shake his leg.
Kanda continued to bark orders at them to get up, but when he noticed that most of his orders were going unheard by both of the idiots laying on the back of his truck, he pulled and propped everything back upright. He glared menacingly towards the red-head, who was only smirking down at the white-haired brat, who only continued to use his stomach as a support of some kind as a way to hold himself up, as they both continued to laugh and joke with each other.
Looking as though nothing ever really happened.
The guitar player growled in frustration and moved faster in getting the instruments back in their rightful spots inside the back of his truck to get to his destination.
When the angry Japanese teen finally made it to their sides, he moved the bass pedal first, including the big bass drum off from the brat's leg, and pulled the kid up harshly from the back of his collar—getting a yelp and a curse from the runt for all his help—then Kanda took Lavi from the front of his shirt collar and hoisted him up, then threw him. Throwing the both of them back over to the side of his truck as they land with a pained yelp and swore under their breaths.
"Geez Yuu…Why did you stop all of a sudden? We were only having fun!" Lavi complained holding his head as he leaned on his white-haired friends shoulder for support. "Make the world stop spinning Al…" He moaned.
The drummer then groaned more loudly when he still felt dizzy from being whacked on the head with the microphone, including its stand. "My head smarts…" The red-head whined, sniffling loudly.
Kanda growled and jumped off his trucks tailgate. "You're both annoying the hell outta me with all of your idiotic laughing! I'm trying tah fuckin' drive if ya hadn't noticed!" He turned around to glare heatedly at the both of them. "Now sit far away from each otha' or I'm kickin' the both of ya'll outta my truck!"
"There it is again!" Allen suddenly exclaimed, pointing a finger at Kanda's scowling face. "You have that zany accent again!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Kanda roared. "What tha fuck is zany? Whatever! Shut up!" He shouted again, rushing back to his truck's cab and slammed his driver's side door with a loud bang.
He soon rolled down his window and stuck his head out. "Sit away from each other!" He shrieked.
Lavi quickly rushed to the other side of the truck, in fear that he might get his ass beatin' by the crazy Jap, and Allen quickly held on for dear life.
"What was all that about?" Lenalee questioned, a delicate eyebrow raised in curiosity when Kanda suddenly made an appearance back inside the truck.
"They're…Bugging me." Kanda quickly lied, starting his trucks engine back up and turned the volume on his radio up louder, trying to ignore his friend's skeptical stare.
"This place is bangin'! Why haven't I been here before?" Lavi stated as he stared up at the bar, the flashing of the strobe light above his head on the sign, that read Static Impulse, mesmerized him as he practically stood in one spot and hopped up and down in excitement.
No longer feeling dizzy from all the excitement he felt.
Kanda huffed, dropping Lavi's bass drum onto the sidewalk beside his foot. "Because your fuckin' under aged and still a minor to old people." He replied. "Now get your shit and help Cyclops." Kanda barked his order as he stomped away to haul more equipment out from the back of his truck.
Allen shrugged at Lavi's odd stare and followed along behind Kanda.
"While you guys do the heavy lifting, me and Red are going inside to tell the owner of the bar that we made it for the audition." Lenalee stated matter-of-factly as she skipped to Lavi's side and pulled on his arm.
"We are?" Lavi asked stupidly, following along beside Lenalee without another word.
Allen stared after them with a disappointed frown. Why couldn't he be the one to sign in with Lenalee? Now he was stuck here with the…Bear with the horns apparently.
Who seemed more on edge than what is considered to be NORMAL for Kanda's impatience.
"Quit standing there like a dumbass and help me with this shit short stack!" Kanda growled as he tried lifting the amplifier off from the trucks steel metal floor.
Allen rolled his eyes and jumped up onto the tailgate, "My apologies for keeping you waiting prick." Allen retorted spitefully, grabbing anything close by his side, which was Lenalee's bass amp and decided that he should help carry at least one more instrument inside.
"Shut up." Kanda grounded out through his clenched jaw, making his way to the back of the tailgate, but making sure he clipped the younger teenager in his boney shoulder as he passed him by without a second glance.
Allen shook his head sadly at the immature behavior and picked up another amp. Kanda certainly seems angrier than before…What could possibly be bugging him so much? Maybe…I will have a talk with him… Allen thought with a long sigh of displeasure, he'd rather not be the one to try and tame the beast.
But he was the lead singer of their little nameless band, and he had Lenalee thinking that he was the bands savior in Kanda's and Lavi's relationship, or lack thereof, and he wanted to with-hold that title darn it. He could take Kanda's bad behavior, his harsh words, his lacking patience, and he could do it with a smile on his face as he tried reasoning with the long-haired guitar player.
Even if it killed him.
"Hurry the fuck up fag!"
Allen growled and jumped down from the trunk. "I'm comin'! Bloody hell what crawled up your arse and made you infuriating?"
"If that's supposed to be an insult then try harder dickweed!"
"So what's your band called?" Asked a rather bored sounding manager—actually to be more specific, co-owner—of the bar 'Static Impulse' that the little band is currently stationed in.
Allen put a gloved finger to his lip in thought as he hummed under his breath, now that he thought about it, they never actually got around to naming the band, all of them were usually too engrossed in band practice to stop and name themselves.
"Lavi and The Blackhearts!" The drummer of their band yelled, placing a microphone in front of his drum set with a grin.
Lenalee quickly shook her head, then threw up her hands when she saw the bar owner try and scribble what the red-head had just shouted out, into his clipboard of the many people that auditioned before them.
"We are NOT called that, ignore the red-head, he has turrets." Lenalee said, smiling over her shoulder at the predictable pout she was receiving from the red-head.
Lavi soon stuck his tongue out at the Asian girl, who is, unfortunately, their bands manager.
CO-manager, if he counted the short white-haired British teen that couldn't have been more clueless to the bands falling band dynamics and failing cooperation.
From beside Lenalee, Kanda lightly nudged her with his elbow and whispered in her ear with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Lenalee's smile brightened up as she waved her hands in the air to get the bars co-managers attention once again. "We just decided! We will be called, The Exorcists!" She stated with glee.
Kanda shook his head furiously, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "That's not what I—"
"Exorcists it is." The man interjected, quickly getting up and out of the staging area, walking swiftly away from the band and going through the back of the stage.
Choosing to ignore the glare he was getting from the bands guitar player.
Kanda sighed miserably and sunk his shoulders. "We sound like a fucking Goth band." He muttered walking his way over to his Mugen.
Allen smiled brightly and patted Lenalee on her slender shoulder. "That's a brilliant name Lena, how did you come up with that on the spot so easily?"
Lenalee smiled weakly and looked over her shoulder at the brooding figure of Kanda for a brief moment. "I mis-heard Kanda. He actually said…What did you say anyways Kanda?" She smiled meekly.
"It was only a fuckin' stupid joke." Kanda muttered, facial expression returning to his original scowl.
Lavi crooned and wiggled in his seat behind his drum set. "Oh wittle Yuu getting shy…" He cooed, teasing Kanda who only shot him a middle finger.
"Exorcism." Kanda stated dryly, tuning his guitar one last time before he began playing various chords in a fast pace.
"What?" Allen deadpanned. He thought he heard correctly it's just…What the bloody hell does that have to do with their band?
Kanda growled and repeated. "Exorcism…I thought of this bunk ass movie I watched with Cyclops one year…I don't know. Shut up." Kanda briskly explained, turning his back on every ones annoying and intense stares.
"Oh! The Exorcism! That was one scary fuckin' movie…Still have nightmares." Lavi shivered at the memory.
He practically hung onto the grouchy guitar player throughout that entire movie and didn't let go until he knew he was safe again, and that was when the movie was over and they were inside Kanda's truck with the door locked.
Then he smirked. "Can't believe a burn out like you remembered that night." He commented happily.
Kanda mumbled some inaudible curses at the red-heads way and continued to play his guitar, still turning his back to everyone. "Yeah, well. Whatever. Ain't that important now that he fucking mis-heard me, the old prick." He growled.
Allen smiled at the grumpy guitar player and went over to the center of the stage and tapped his finger onto the mic, "Testing…Testing…One, two…" Allen inhaled deeply. "THREE!" He shouted loudly.
And the ringing of the microphone echoed all throughout the bar and screeched loudly inside his ears.
The teen grinned and turned around. "Microphone is all set." He announced.
"Jesus fucking Christ…" Kanda shot the smirking white-haired teen a menacing glare as he held his hands over his ears. "Warn me before you shout with your faggoty voice." He grumbled.
Just as Lenalee opened her mouth to scold Kanda of blasphemy—and his rudeness altogether—the back door to the stage was swung open wide, crashing against the outside of the stage, and everyone turned their attentions towards the door.
Out stepped a lean and tall man, with short blonde hair hidden underneath a black baggy beret.
That in Allen's opinion, resembled the same type of beret as a certain man with a sister complex.
And the man was obviously Asian by how he squinted at everyone in the room.
Either that, or he's high as a kite. Lavi quipped inside his head with a small smirk spreading across his face. Then when the red-headed drummer took a closer look, he realized he knew that stoned Asian.
"Bak?" Lavi stated, taken aback when the guy turned his head towards him. "Holy fuck, it IS you!"
This assumed to be 'Bak' person turned to look over to the red-head, and squinted his blue eyes further, and upon closer inspection, he sighed heavily and shrunk his shoulders—that were once raised high in confidence—and all the confidence he mustered before walking on the stage, soon shattered away when he recognized that the familiar red-head was gawking right at him.
"Lavi…" Bak stated dryly.
And reluctantly at the tone of his voice.
Allen tilted his head at the tall—actually scratch that—the man wasn't as tall as he thought he was, this 'Bak' guy was probably the same height as Lenalee, Allen assumed this because once Lavi jumped up from behind his drum set to give the man a hard hug, the guy barely reached Lavi's shoulders.
And he smirked widely, because now he wasn't the only one.
"Let go of me Lavi." Monotoned Bak, as he struggled against the red-heads long arms.
Lavi quickly let go with a grin on his face. "It's been dick years man! Dick years! This is where you were? Why the hell didn't you tell me buddy!? I missed ya!" And Bak was brought into another embrace.
Kanda growled loudly and the whole group turned their heads to his direction on the stage. "What the fuck are you doin' here Chink?"
Allen held a shocked hand to his mouth, that was surprisingly racist, and it came out of Kanda's mouth no less. He really shouldn't feel all that surprised, it was Kanda after all, but still! He always managed to scare, and shock the hell out of him!
Bak rolled his eyes and pushed the red-head roughly away.
And the red-head flew with a surprised scream.
Bak crossed his arms over his blue clad chest. "The same reason you're here Jap." Bak spat, glaring intensely at the guitar player.
Who looked pissed beyond all words.
Allen looked onto the heated exchange of glares—and racism—and practically felt the anger and resentment in the air.
So with a small voice, he cleared his throat. "So, uhm…Who are you?" He felt out of the loop, everyone seemed to know this Bak person but him.
Kanda, Lavi, and Bak all whipped their heads at the poor frightened lead singer who immediately regretted voicing his confused thoughts.
Bak cleared his throat and put up a hand towards Kanda's scowling face, a gesture that he's not even paying attention to him anymore. "I'm Bak Chan, co-owner and director of this establishment—"
"—Bar." Kanda interrupted, scowl still pressed firm on his face. "Just call it what it fuckin' is poser."
Bak's eyebrows furrow together as he chose to ignore the prick from Japan, and still continued looking to the boy with the strikingly white head of hair. "Owner of this establishment—" He pressed.
Just to irritate the long-haired teenager.
"That just opened four weeks ago, I take it that you're the lead singer by how loud and melodic your shouting was?" Bak smirked.
Allen grinned in delight and waltzed over to Bak and held out his hand in greeting, liking him already for managing to shut up Kanda, and the fact that he was just complimented by him all in one breath.
What can he say, he was a sucker for compliments.
And happy to know anyone that could shut up Kanda.
The lead singer flashed a charming smile as he took Bak's hand and shook it happily. "I am the vocalist, my name is Allen Walker, it's such a pleasure to meet you Bak Chan, and I thank you wholeheartedly for the compliment." Allen greeted. "And for shutting up the bear with the horns." He quipped, smirking.
"Oh your British! I really admire your accent Allen Walker." Bak said as they finally finished shaking hands. "And anyone can accomplish that by baggin' about him." He sneered.
They turned away from the band and began exchanging compliments and stories as they walked away from the group. Who still stood on stage.
Looking lost.
Lavi, who was blinking cluelessly, pointed to their direction. "Where are they going? Are we still auditioning?"
"So what song are you gonna play for us?" Bak stated with an air of authority, taking his seat in front of the stage.
Which was located where most of the tables and chairs were stationed, all the tables and chairs where put in front of the stage in order for the party go-ers to sit and watch the performances at a safer distance.
But Bak sat in the very front of the stage in the V.I.P section, which was cut off from the rest of the tables and pulled practically all the way up to the very front of the stage.
"Us?" Allen repeated, confused. "Is there going to be more joining your table?" Allen asked into the microphone on center stage, ringing his hands together nervously, he never actually sang on stage before, this would be his very first time.
Excluding the time at his old school, where he was forced against his will to sing on stage in front of the whole school for some annual talent show that his late father had put him through.
A cruel memory he would rather forget.
Bak nodded his head sternly as he brought his elbows upon the table top and bridged his hands together. "Yes. My co-manager and also my assistant, who is this old lamer beside me." He said gesturing to the old man sitting beside him.
"Hey!" The man with the white scruffy beard said in offence, giving Bak an offended expression.
Bak waved him away. Un-caringly. "And these lovely people, who are the main acts, and who you might be opening for—" Bak gestured further to the right side of the bar. "—are also your judges." He informed.
Allen looked to where Bak was gesturing and had to squint his eyes, the dim lighting of the entire bar made it harder for him to see clearly, he practically had to bend over on the stage to make out their figures.
"Sorry about that," Bak apologized for the dim lighting as he got up from his chair. "Shifu! Turn on the damn lights! This is bogus lighting and I told you hours ago to turn them on all the way!" Bak shouted angrily into the distance, over to where ever this 'Shifu' guy was located.
"I'm sorry Mr. Chan! Lo Fwa lost her glasses and I had to help her find them!" Came a voice from somewhere inside the bar as it echoed throughout the club.
The voice was coming out from amplifiers that were hung up in every corner of the bar.
Most likely, this Shifu person had access to a microphone nearby.
"No excuses! Lee-Kei! Help Lo find her glasses!" Bak shouted at the bartender.
Who was sprawled out on the bars counter with a Hard Rock magazine flipped open onto his face, he flipped himself off the side of the bar in haste and scrambled to get up off the dirty floor.
"Yes'sir!" Lee-Kei quickly shouted back. "Lo! Where are you?" Lee-Kei shouted as he began running to and fro in the bar.
"I don't know! I'm blind!" Came a muffled voice of a girl from within the darkness.
"She's in the closet Lee-Kei." Came Shifu's voice from the amplifiers.
Allen chuckled into the microphone, which echoed throughout the bar as he held a hand to his mouth. "Your employees are funny Mr. Chan." He mused.
Bak sighed heavily and shook his head in indifference. "They're a pack of idiots, but I guess their my idiots." Bak said with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
After he cleared his throat, he gestured to the group to the right again. "Meet the guys you are opening for Exorcists, The Noah's."
Just as he gestured to the band, the lights flashed on brightly and shone down onto the band called The Noah's, and the florescent lights above their heads cascaded around them as if they were God's hand chosen blessings.
Which Allen thought they were from how expensively dressed they were, and how their mere appearances shouted out "Perfect! And Important!"
One short bright blue-haired girl waved vigorously as she grinned widely with a bright red sucker in her mouth. "Hello! I'm Road Camelot; this is my uncle Tyki Mikk…" She gestured to the tall dark and handsome man.
Who gave the band a peace sign with his fingers with a large smirk spread across his tanned face.
"Pleasure to meet you Exorcists." The man—Tyki Mikk—purred, running a hand through his curly locks of dark brown hair and slicking his hair back.
Making Kanda mentally gag at the action. He seems like one mega creep. He thought bitterly as he looked away from the guy named Tyki.
The Exorcists looked to the other band members of The Noah's and spotted two look-a-likes, they were both dressed in the same black—not to mention, bone crushingly tight—clothing that looked like leather.
One teenager had pure black and spikey hair as he wore black eye-liner rimmed around his eyes that then made a streak down his eyes to his cheeks, the other had long bright blonde hair with stitches, or lip piercings, across his lips, and when he grinned psychotically at their group, the strings pulled with the expression, and they all finally noticed a tall blonde woman with aviator glasses covering over her eyes as she also wore tight fit clothing in the very back of the band.
Road continued her introductions without delay. "The twins here are named David and Jasdero, David is the one with short black hair—that wears no underwear—and Jasdero is the one with blonde chick hair." She announced, giggling madly into her hand when both twins turned and glared at her.
"Oi! This ain't no chick hair girlie!" Jasdero bellowed, grabbing a fist full of his golden locks and shaking them with a sinister grin shot Road's way.
The piercings in his lips gleaming under the lights above his head, and the string between each piercing stretched—in what Allen thought to be—in an very uncomfortable position.
"Why'ya hav'ta go an' tell these koozebanes I don't wear no underwear? Like they really wanna know THAT!" David spat as he raised a fist to Road's grinning face.
"You can say that again…" Kanda grumbled sarcastically.
Tyki Mikk interjected the on-coming argument, by blocking David's path from Road with his arm, "Cut the shit zeeks, or your both sittin' in the limo like two good lil' boys." Tyki offered, a smirk spreading across his face once again when both David and Jasdero scowled and looked away.
"Since I didn't get introduced yet," Piped up the tall blonde woman from the back, pushing Tyki Mikk—that was standing in the front of the band—out of her way and cleared her throat, taking the front and center of the band. "I'm Lulu Bell, Drummer." She quickly quipped in.
Lavi's heart throbbed and fell to his ass. "Strike!" He shouted jovially into the microphone.
Holding back the sudden need and urge to jump off the stage and hug the life out of her voluptuous body.
Just because it was screaming at him for a hug.
"I can't believe a cold-stone fox like you is a drummer too! That makes two of us baby." Lavi implied, waggling his eyebrows down at the woman named Lulu Bell and shot her a wink.
That looked more like a blink to everyone else.
Allen wanted to slap the red-head in the face for such a line, instead he sufficed with a heavy sigh into the microphone in front of his lips as he shook his head sadly. "Shut it Lavi, and let them finish with their introductions, please." He half begged as he shot a glare over his shoulder to Lavi.
Who shrunk his shoulders in defeat.
Tyki Mikk shot Allen one of the most perverse stares that Allen has ever gotten in his 15-year-old life.
And that was saying something from all the down time he's spent with Lavi.
And held back the shiver that crawled up his spine.
I don't think I'm going to like this "Mikk" person very much… Allen thought warily as he looked away from Tyki to stare at his Converse shoes.
Feigning interest in his shoes.
"And this is Allen Walker!—"
Allen whipped his head towards Lenalee and gave her an incredulous look. He didn't really want people—Tyki Mikk—to know his name, for the sake that the man looked like a complete creep and he felt the need to protect himself and everyone else because of that.
"—Lead singer, but I guess you already got that." Lenalee introduced, smile stretching across her face as she gestured to her little group of boy's.
Allen noted that Lenalee had poor judgment in character.
"—The red-head behind us—and don't be offended if he uses lame pick-up lines, he does that to everyone—" She quickly quipped in. "Is Lavi." Lenalee then pointed to the left hand side of the stage with a meek smile. "And that weirdo sitting waaaay in the back—in the dark—like some mega creeper, is Kanda." She smiled. "His first name is…Actually, I don't think I'm allowed to tell you." She scratched her cheek nervously.
Kanda scowled at the Noah's. "Hell yeah you can't tell anyone!" He defended.
"But I think I will anyways, because he's been in the nastiest of moods recently—" Lenalee quickly interjected. "His name is Yuu." She stated into the microphone in front of her deviously smiling lips.
"Goddamn it Lee!" Kanda shouted.
Getting a hard glare from their bass player, who stood with a fist held tightly at her side.
And he sat back down without any more interruptions.
I didn't really check if there were typo's in this one, so if you spot on, get mad at me! Seriously, I'll start looking more closely now haha.
Anyways...
So what do you guys think? I think this is the part where i left the hiatus, actually it's the chapter after this one, but I'm working on chapter 17 now, so don't worry, I'm NOT giving up on this as I did the first time! I'm determined. Plus you guys are just awesome! Keep the reviews coming guys! I LOVE it! XD