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Chapter 13.
April 16th, 1984
Monday.
"Well, The Exorcists doesn't sound all that bad Kanda."
Allen piped up from sitting within the couch inside Lenalee's garage. "It's actually kind of clever…Especially since it was you who came up with the band's name." He soon insulted.
Smirking deviously up from the magazine he held between his white gloved hands and staring into the glaring eyes of the guitar player standing across from him.
"Bag it dweeb." Kanda replied easily. Not bothering to look back at the white-haired prick. "I didn't hear you mention any Goddamn band name while you stood on stage, shaking like some terrified old woman."
Allen scowled. "I was, not shaking like an old woman, it's called…rattling."
"It's fucking called shaking when we were all able to hear your knobby knees knocking together, practically pissing yourself dry." Kanda snorted.
Allen clicked his tongue in displeasure. "Whatev'. still doesn't change the fact that you got us booted off stage!" Allen countered, glaring steely grey daggers into Kanda's turned back.
The long-haired guitarist growled lowly in his throat and swiftly turned around to meet the brat's glare. "Well, who the hell tackles someone in front of professionals and bar owners? It's you're fault short stack!"
"No it isnt!" Allen shouted, slamming the magazine he was previously reading onto the coffee table and stormed over towards Kanda. "You were insulting me! In front of everyone! What else was I supposed to do? Stand there amd take it? You got to be—"
"Whoa whoa whoa! Enough!" Lavi shouted. Looking furiously between the lead singer and the seething guitar player. "We got booted off the stage because we don't know the meaning of band dynamics! We gotta get together more often and at least try to be a band that knows how to cooperate with each other!" Lavi shouted, getting up from behind his drums to stalk over and stand in between the two arguing band members with a sheepish grin. "So let's not argue about who's fault it is...Lets just say, we all did it. Does that help?"
"No." Answered the boy's in unison as they continued to glare heatedly at each other.
Lavi sighed heavily and hung his head. "Well, At least you guys agreed on something..." He muttered sadly.
Allen rolled his eyes and walked back towards the couch. "Fine. I'll drop it. This time, but next time, I'm going to tell you exactly how I feel." Allen stated, plopping himself down on the couch.
"Stellar. The brat isn't done talking yet. I get to listen to him bitch and complain all day!" Mocked the guitarist, who soon wrinkled his nose in disgust and hocked a loogy right out and onto the drive way of the garage. "Tubular." He soon deadpanned.
"Shut it." Allen grumbled. But then waved his hand dismissively. "Whatev' Point being, we got a band name now, that means we should start doing more gig's and finish naming the songs you guys have deemed 'untitled'." Allen said, miming quotation marks in the air. "Because we have eighteen days to get ready for the gig we are going to do."
"I'm with Brit-boy on this one." Lavi chirped from behind his drum set.
Ignoring Kanda's heated remark of—"You always agree with what the dickweed says."—with ease.
Getting the feeling that the long-haired teenager was probably feeling rubbed that he can easily agree to something that Allen mentions.
"We've got lotsa un-named shit still," Lavi continued. "And we only managed to get through half of the entire fuckin' song list we have, we have plenty of time now that we have to work on our shitty band dynamics." The red-head announced, tapping his drum sticks on his messy red-head lazily.
They had time now, because he, Kanda, and Allen, got into a fist fight on-stage—with the bar owners and another band as the silent and horrified audience—and because of that, Bak sent them home, with clear orders of...
"Straighten out your shit before your first gig, if all three of you act like complete koozebanes on top of my stage again, and this time with a watching audience," (Slow pronunciation for dramatic effect) "I'll make sure to end whatever career you have."
As they swiftly got the boot by the old dude with the beard.
Lavi hadn't realized that Bak could be such a hard ass.
Until now.
But he had to give the Asian guy a break, he owned a fucking bar for Christ sake.
Blinking out of his thoughts, he happened to notice Kanda was scowling deeper than usual at him for some odd reason.
Kanda was irritated by now at the hollow noises that were coming out of the supposed 'genius mind' of the drummer for nearly a minute.
"You're fuckin' head is hollow." Kanda deadpanned.
"Your heart is hollow." Lavi immaturely retorted back.
Smirking when he caught the guitarist off guard.
Getting up from the spot on the floor, Kanda shook his fist dangerously at the red-head. "Wanna know where this fist will go if you don't shut your fucking mouth?"
"My ass?" Lavi asked, blinking incredulously, eye wide.
Kanda snorted. "You wish I'd fist you."
Allen, pretending he didn't hear that, looked at the magazine with feigning interest.
"I'm gonna shove it down your throat poser!" Kanda threatened.
"So you're gonna…Give me throat?" Lavi asked, unsure.
Kanda made a noise of disgust as he wrinkled his nose. "You always make things sound fucking disgusting." He growled. "Gag me with a fucking spoon." He grumbled under his breath.
But Lavi managed to catch it.
And the drummer only smirked slyly. "I can gag you with my spoon if ya want it so badly."
At that, Allen shook his head with an equally disgusted look to his expression—same expression as the long-haired guitarist—as he ripped the magazine away from his face. "That's just—"
"Yer'ah a fuckin'!—" Kanda started.
But Lenalee chose that exact moment to bound into the garage, arms full of magazines, as she smiled brightly at her little group of band members, gleefully skipping.
Unaware that the boy's deflated at the sight of her smiling face.
"Got a present for the newest member of the band!" She announced in a sing-song voice.
Jovially skipping to the coffee table that sat in front of said newest member, who sat on the couch.
Allen smiled weakly. "I was the newest member of the band a month ago...Would it be okay if I was just called lead singer?" He asked quietly.
Lenalee merely patted him on the head.
And carried on spreading magazines over the coffee table.
Allen pursed his lip in displeasure, but went for the nearest magazine that caught his eye, he first looked at the back cover in the advertisement section.
And each of the boys easily forgot about their discussion—more like, argument—as they went to the coffee table in mild curiosity and interest.
Lavi picked up the first magazine that caught his eye, and held it up in skepticism. "B.T Rock Fab? What the hell is this Lena?" He asked, flipping through the pages in disinterest. The magazine name sounds generic... He thought, frowning at the front cover.
Allen flipped over the magazine, and squealed in delight at the title.
Shocking all three band members—that all stared at him in disbelief—and they were horrified that such a noise came from their very own lead singer.
Allen's face was bright with joy, and he clutched the magazine close to his heart. "These are the magazines I read when I lived in England! Dear Lord it's been dick years man!" He announced, holding the magazine out at arms-length as he eyed the title he so recognized in nostalgia. "I used to collect these articles when I was just a lad!"
"Any one notice that Al's accent just thickened?" Lavi asked, looking back to the magazine in his hands.
Now the title made sense, "British Teen's Rock Fab," now it doesn't sound so generic. Considering they were made in London, their birth place. Lavi thought, looking over the magazines with a small smile.
Lenalee giggled happily and picked up her own magazine. "My brother liked reading these sorts of things when he visited London centuries ago." She stated, flipping through pages.
"Centuries? That's fucking two hundred years ago." Kanda stated flatly, flipping through the pages of the magazine irritably. Un-amused, and un-caring.
Nothing but men filled the pages.
"I'm amazed that you even know how long a century is. Color me impressed." Allen stated off-hamdedly, he was already engrossed in the magazine, but when it came to Kanda, he always had time to insult the guitar player when neccessary.
"Fuck you brat. I'm probably the smartest one here." Kanda stated smugly, still eyeing the magazine in his hands.
"Besides me. No one is smarter than me." Lavi remarked, haughtily.
"Everyone is smarter than you." Kanda deadpamned. "A fish is smarter than you."
Lenalee smacked the long-haired guitar player in the arm playfully. "Bag it Sherlock." She chirped. "Komui said he liked the commentary on the latest rock music…But I think he bought them for all the choice fashion tips and mega cool hair styles. Check it." She said pointing at one photo of a specific British guy wearing a white T-shirt with bold black italic letters of one of her favorite bands, The Beatles, inscribed on the very front of it, as he wore tight leather pants with a studded and torn leather jacket hanging over his shoulder with a bright red Mohawk adorned on his head as he wore giant spiked red and green elevator boots.
Allen hummed in approval; he rather liked Mohawks, although he could never picture either of his two band mates wearing their hair like that.
Lavi loved his hair, deeming it as 'too sexy to cut', and Kanda…Well, he commented on that already, and almost got his arse chopped for doing so.
So looking back to the magazine in his hands, he kept nodding his head as he eyed many of the different styles and taste.
This was where he learned how to dress himself properly, this was where he got his own sense of style.
Not that he wanted to admit that to any one nearby.
"This guy looks hot." Lavi stated out of the blue as he held the magazine out for everyone to see. "He's on mostly every picture, always with that serious look on his mug." Then he held the picture close to his own face as he tried mimicking the look the model had.
Only accomplishing to look like he was taking a shit, or he was constipated.
Allen chuckled and looked at the photo of the same model he found in his own magazine.
"Your right." Allen piped, blinking in realization. "He must've been one of their top professional models back in the day. He does have a certain hot quality doesn't he?" Allen agreed.
Liking the way the serious expression on that handsome face of his, made his jaw structure look prominent and appealing to the eye.
And the way he pursed his lips, if he was a girl, he would probably be squealing and rolling around on the floor.
Which was exactly what Lenalee was doing at that very moment when she happened to stumble upon the same picture of the model, and then holding the 'precious magazine' to her chest with an eager grin.
"Isn't he just drop dead sexy? Ah~" She sighed dreamily, "If only I lived in London…I would soooo go hunting for a hotty like him." She declared, holding the magazine close to her heart with a happy smile.
Kanda shook his head as he looked over Lenalee's shoulder, just to see what's so great about him.
And his eyes almost widened at the sight, they did go up a fraction or two once he caught sight of the model they were freaking out about. "Holy fuuuuck…." The guitar player drawled, holding a hand to his chin.
"What? You think he's a cold-stone fox too?" Lavi questioned, smirking when Kanda turned to scowl at him.
"No." Kanda deadpanned. "I know him. He's that dude…" The long-haired guitar player trailed off, suddenly unsure of the guys real name as he narrowed his eye in concentration.
"Oh, yeah, I totally know that guy." Allen responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes at Kanda's lame excuse for a lie. "If you don't know him just say so, poser." Allen said, clicking his tongue.
"Fuck you! I almost remembered!" Kanda shouted, cocking his hip to the side as he pursed his lips in concentration, glaring at the dirty orange rug beneath his booted feet.
Lavi blinked, and soon smiled happily at Kanda. "Look you guys! Kanda looks like the model alla'ah sudden!" The red-head slurred.
"Oh yeah!" Lenalee joined, holding the magazine she had in her hands and up towards Kanda.
Who was in the same pose as the model on the front cover of the magazine.
Kanda soon broke their laughter as he snapped his fingers in victory, finally being able to remember his name. "His name is Neal or some shit! He used to be in a band called uh…Fuck…Let me think about that…" And he trailed off again.
Holding a callused hand to his chin as he glared passively down at the floor under his boots with intense focus and concentration plastered over his face.
"Yuu could be a model ten times as better as this Neal guy!" Lavi crowed, whistling and hollering for "more" as he told Kanda to put his hair up in his pony-tail.
Allen snorted—as if not fully agreeing to his other band member suggestion—and continued to flip through the silky pages of the magazine delicately in interest.
This Neal guy seemed oddly familiar to him, but then again, he did grow up reading the magazines, so Allen brushed it aside.
Treating the magazine he held in his hand as though it was a family heirloom, as though it would break or tear right in his hands if he handled it like the rest of his friends had, he always treated his magazines this way back in London. Old habits die hard.
Then he felt his eyes widen considerably once he flipped the page delicately and eyed the article with incredulity written on his face once he saw the very familiar band on the right hand side of the page.
Allen lurched up in his seat. "Cor Blimey mates! Look at this!" he shouted, startling his friends.
Who had then started teasing Kanda and his "pretty little face".
"It's the band The Noah's that we met at Static Impulse!" Allen shouted as he practically shoved the magazine in each of his friend's surprised faces.
"Jesus Christ it is!" Lavi exclaimed in disbelief. "They're famous?" He looked at each band member's face from "The Noah's" who he just met the night before and eagerly nodded his head. "Yep! Damn that is them!"
"Oh wow!" Lenalee gasped. "And we get to open for them two weeks from now!" Lenalee shouted in delight, clapping her hands eagerly.
Allen shook his head as he pointed at the face of the lead singer of The Noah's—who was Tyki Mikk—with vigor. "I didn't even know they were a famous rock band! I thought they were just rising in the music industry!" Allen stated, also in disbelief as he looked back to the article.
The Noah's were doing an interview it seems, and in the very same magazine that was his all-time favorite growing up. The date of the interview was only taken two weeks ago prior to them just meeting the band last night.
Now that to him was a bit of a shocker.
How were they supposed to get recognition now? The audience wouldn't even give them two thumbs up for their performance, they would mostly be awe struck and eager to see The Noah's perform that they wouldn't care who they were and what they played.
In other words, they were going to get chewed up and spit out by the fans.
Kanda huffed as he yanked the magazine out of Allen's gloved hands. "Why the fuck should we care? We're opening for them. That should mean that WE will be noticed by others too." He stated, and in a painfully obvious tone of voice, that he made the other band members roll their eyes.
As if they hadn't thought about the same thing.
Allen shook his head a second time and pointed yet again at the face of Tyki Mikk. "That wasn't my point! My point is…Well, yeah their famous," He rolled his eyes. "But that's all the more reason to try and up-stage them! We can't look like a two bit act when we open for them in two weeks-time!" Allen exclaimed in determination as he got up from the couch, patting his behind to get rid of any dust that might of clung to his butt from the couch.
"Actually, to be more specific, our gig starts in 18 more days." Lavi piped up, raising his hand in the air for emphasis.
"Hush, hush, Lavi." Lenalee smiled sweetly over her shoulder, her "shut-up-now-or-you-will-regret-it" glare burned a hole in Lavi's terrified heart. "When you say up-stage do you mean…We haft'a look and play better than the band we're opening for?" Lenalee asked, looking down at the picture of The Noah's from the magazine—
Which Allen threw down on the coffee table in haste when he got up with that determined look blazing in his grey coloured eyes again, she knew that look by now, that Allen was about to make a rad speech again—
But the plan that Allen may be thinking of, sounded completely ridiculous and impossible, because one, "The Noah's" Were already famous, and they were only getting more famous by the sounds of the interview they did back in London just a few weeks ago, and two, who would possibly care? The audience probably won't even listen to them if they were too excited to see The Noah's perform.
And all this to Lenalee, was just depressing her.
"Exactly!" Allen stated, nearly shouting.
Startling Lenalee out of her depressing thoughts.
Allen smiled deviously as he made his way towards the microphone that had been set-up in the center of the garage. "We gotta sound, look, play, and just BE better than them! Being in a band to make the kind of music we like is the number one top priority to us, but we can't get anywhere by sounding like your average every day amateurs, if were gonna make it anywhere, we gotta make one hell of a first impression on the audience. So that being said…" Allen trailed off, turning to look over his shoulder blade to his friends and fellow band members.
Who seemed to be engrossed in his little speech.
All except for one grumpy looking guitar player, that couldn't have looked any more bored and disinterested.
But with a smile, he carried on anyways with his explanation and speech. "We are gonna play the untitled 14th song from the untitled song list." Allen announced, tapping a gloved finger on the microphone. "And I came up with a name for it when reading through it too." Allen stated eagerly.
Lenalee jumped up from the coffee table with a bright enthusiastic grin on her face. "Wha'sit called?" She asked excitedly, bounding over to her bass that sat to Allen's right hand side of the garage.
Now excited and pumped from Allen's—and in Lavi's opinion—ridiculously rad speech, Lavi got up and went over to his drum set in enthusiasm.
Allen grinned and went over to the amp that sat by his black converse shoe to turn it on, then headed back to the mic and tapped his finger on the microphone in front of him once again and this time, hearing it thump out of the amplifier.
"Easy Lover." The lead singer purred, the title rolling off his tongue for the first time, he then grinned from ear to ear when he liked the sounds of it.
And Lavi couldn't have agreed more. "Damn Sam! That title sounds stellar!" He rejoiced, grin alight on his face, he sat down on the black stool behind his drum set eagerly and held his drum sticks in both his hands.
Kanda stalked over to his Mugen in a much more casual and relaxed pace and pulled the guitar strap over his shoulder and hooked the bottom of the strap into place at the bottom of Mugen.
Who sat on the left side of the white-haired brat.
Kanda snorted and strummed down on his strings lightly. "Solid." The long-haired teenager grunted as he flicked his dark blue eyes over towards the white-haired singer.
Allen then froze and slowly turned towards Lenalee in incredulity. "Is that Kanda's way of complimenting me on my effort?" Allen asked, grinning happily for accomplishing a small—but very rare—feat.
Now he can hang it over Kanda's angry head for the rest of his life.
Lenalee nodded with a skeptic expression on her face, disbelieving as she stared at Kanda's scowling face. "It totally sounded like Kanda did…And I'm scared…Are you feeling alright Kanda?" she asked, narrowing her purple eyes at the guitar player.
"Yeah, you sick or somethin' Yuu?" Lavi asked, smirking mischievously. "Because, I wouldn't have even thought that you were capable of complimenting Brit-boy without, yenno, being on your death bed, or if you were completely juiced." Lavi stated, beaming an innocent grin.
That fooled no one in the garage.
Kanda only glared right back at him. "Fuck you Cyclops." He deadpanned, sliding Mugen over his stomach and plugging in the amp cord.
Strumming his fingers experimentally over the fret board and strings, creating a whole melody of electric riffs, he soon nodded his head in approval when his Mugen was tuned perfectly for this particular song.
And with a huff, he turned to look over at Lenalee, choosing to ignore the kid with white-bird-shit-hair, and he didn't even want to look at a smirking red-head at the moment.
"Let's do this already before I start hating the fucking title." He snapped.
April 18th, 1984
Wednesday.
"I hear country music…" Lavi trailed off.
The drummer's ear was pressed flush against the front door of Allen's house, he shivered in repulse. "Can't believe he's listening to that gnarly country shit." He whispered harshly towards Lenalee and Kanda, who were standing on both his sides at the front door.
Kanda scoffed and crossed his arms as he too pressed his ear against the door. "He's fuckin' dead, I'm kicking him out of the band after I beat his ass." He growled.
Lenalee smirked. "So you're gonna spank him? So that's what you like." The bass player teased, coyly winking her eye at the obviously disgusted looking guitar player.
Who lurched forward into the dying bushes near the front of the house, held a hand over his mouth and fake puked into them.
Lavi only laughed and pressed his ear back to the door, then he shook his head with a wide smile stretching across his face. "Never mind…It's Loverboy." He announced, lip-singing with the song.
Lenalee squealed and pressed her ear against the door. "Which song?"
"Lovin' Every Minute of It." Lavi sang, head banging to the beat of the song.
Lenalee squealed in delight and pressed her head on the door. "I didn't think Allen was a Loverboy fan!" She grinned.
"Turn that dial all the way, shoot me like a rocket into space! Loving every Minute of It!" Lavi sang, head banging to the drum beat. "Lovin' Every Minute of It! Lovin' Every Minute of It! C'mon!" He yelled.
Then he got smacked over the head by Lenalee.
"You're ruining the song Red!" She hissed.
"Harsh…" Lavi whined, holding his abused head in both his hands.
Kanda scoffed and made a reach for the door knob.
Only for his hand to be smacked down by the same person who hit Cyclops over his hollow head.
Kanda growled and held his hand. "What?" He snapped, offended that Lenalee would even hit him of all people.
Lenalee rolled her eyes and went to the door to lay her arm on the other side of the door frame to block Kanda's path, "Allen could be doing something, like cleaning naked or something." She shrugged, it could happen.
Lavi and Kanda both looked at each other, then back to Lenalee.
"You're usually right on guessing and gut feelings," Lavi started. "But I don't think so this time, the Brit-boy is probably only cleaning, or cooking, or dancing! And he's NOT naked." Lavi smirked, reaching towards the door. "He's too insecure about those kinds of things anyways." The drummer waved his hand dismissively.
"But just in case yenno?" Lenalee pressed, "He could be doing something secretive, something important that he doesn't want anyone else knowing!"
"Like what?" Kanda snapped, losing his patience. "That he's hiding another faggot exactly like him?" He thumbed into the direction of Lavi, who stood behind him with a hurt expression.
"That's mean Kanda." Lenalee defended, narrowing her eyes disdainfully.
Kanda shrugged. "Never know right? So let's just walk-in and catch him in the act so I can have something to hang over his ugly head." He growled, reaching for the door knob.
And quickly ducking his head under Lenalee's arm in haste as he pushed open the door.
Lavi quickly followed along after the long-haired teenager, his loud laughing erupting inside Allen's small house.
"Wait! You guys!" Lenalee shouted, running after the two and grabbing a hold of both their arms in her hands just as they both took a screeching halt right by the living room furniture.
Lenalee gave an odd look up towards her two best friends and slowly peered around them to see what they were looking so intensely at before them.
The room went silent, all that could be heard was their heavy breathing, and the beautiful music that was streaming softly out of the giant synthesizer that was pulled all the way up into the wall of Allen's room—which was situated on the right hand side closest to the kitchen—and just right across from the front door of the house, so the first thing you would see is Allen's own bedroom once you took a step through the door.
And that is exactly where Kanda, Lavi, and Lenalee found Allen, standing directly behind a giant synth, with both his gloves off, as he played with his eyes closed and fingers magically finding their way over the keys of the giant synth, playing from memory alone it seems like, to Lenalee of course just because their lead singer was playing the synth with both his eyes closed and not a single music sheet could be found around him.
And just as she was about to slowly pull the idiotic duo backwards and out the front door, the red-headed drummer bursts out hollering and cheering as he eagerly clapped his hands together once Allen was done his piece on the keyboard.
The loud clapping the white-haired teenager heard, startled Allen half to death as he practically screeched from the top of his lungs—once he saw three black blurs standing just beyond his doorway—and from there, he tripped on his own two feet when he was trying to flee backwards and then that's where he lands—rump first—onto the floor with a loud crash just behind his synthesizer.
"Ugh…" The lead singer groaned from the floor.
"Woo! Allen baby that was stellar!" Crowed Lavi as he made his way to Allen's bedroom. "Is this synth yers? Fuck'n A man!" Lavi enthused, going to inspect the giant instrument as he slowly circled around it. To him, it looked like someone just took a huge chunk out of a recording studio, slapped some piano keys on there, and placed it perfectly in the Brit-boys room. Yes, the synth was THAT huge.
"Allen, we're so, so, so—freakin'—sorry we didn't knock!" Lenalee apologized. "We were going to, but then these koozebanes said that you weren't naked, because your insecure and all that jazz, but then I was like—"
"—I forgive you guys." Deadpanned Allen.
He quickly whipped both his hands behind his back, before sitting on them on the floor.
"Seriously, I do." Allen continued. "But can you please pass my gloves? They're over there on my dresser, if you don't mind." The white-haired teenager stated with a large nervous smile plastered across his face.
"Oh. Sure." Lenalee replied, walking over to the dresser where she saw Allen's gloves resting on.
"Why are you sitting funny?" Lavi asked, noticing that the smaller teenager was wiggling around on the floor.
"U-uhh…" Allen stuttered, still smiling. "I'm massaging my…Bum muscles?" He stated, unsure.
"Oh." Lavi stated, smiling idiotically.
Kanda rolled his eyes and stomped his way to the white-haired teenager.
Who started kicking and shouting out meaningless threats as he ran his ass across the floor trying to get away from him.
"I'm talking serious Kanda!" Allen shouted, squirming and wriggling his butt across the floor.
Trying in vain to get away from the crazy Japanese teenager. "I really am not comfortable around you guys without my gloves on!"
"Why not?" Shouted Kanda, who was now standing directly in front of the lead singer and glaring down at him as he practically towered over the shaking teenager.
Who only continued to sit on the floor.
"You're obviously hiding something, shit head!" Kanda raged, pulling the white-haired kid up by the collar of his white dress shirt and throwing him to the black dresser behind them.
Lavi and Lenalee instantly went to their side and carefully made their way towards Kanda.
The both of them too scared to even go close to him when he was this angry.
"Yuu, I think that—" Lavi tried resting his hand on top of Kanda's taut shoulder muscles.
Only for Kanda shake his hand off of him with a loud growl and a fast heated glare before he whipped his head back down towards Allen.
Who was in a crumpled up and in an uncomfortable position on top of his dresser, with his back arched and digging harshly into his neatly piled A-track and music tape collection, and with his head rammed and resting against the hard wall behind him as he only continued to stare up in the eyes of Kanda.
Who lifted his left hand up towards that scowling face of his, and Allen watched in complete horror as Kanda wrinkled his nose in disgust.
The one thing that Allen had tried so hard to keep hidden and keep it a dirty little secret from the band, was now being held up high in the air above his own head for everyone to see, and all Allen could do was look from his red wrinkled hand, to his—used to be—friends faces, to notice a whole mix of emotions were coming out of Lavi's many facial expressions, and also saw the complete horror in Lenalee's eyes as she held a hand over her mouth in disgust and fear.
Allen closed his eyes tightly and bit down hard on his lip. Oh God! This is humiliating! They're going to kick me out of the band! Why couldn't I have gone with Cross to the liquor store this morning? I wouldn't be in this mess…I'm never going to be in a band again…They won't forgive me for this! I'm never—
"This is what you were trying to hide? A fucked up and gnarly hand?"
Allen stifled a whimper behind his lips by biting down on them harder.
"Kanda!" Lenalee hissed, putting her hand on top of the guitarist shoulder. "Let him go Kanda. This is exactly why I didn't want to barge in!" She tried steering the long-haired teenager away.
But Kanda merely growled under his breath.
And Lenalee quickly let go.
"I didn't know what you guys would say…" Allen trailed off, hanging in his head in shame with his pure white bangs falling over his face. "I…I was born with this deformity…I wanted to treat it first, and then I would tell you guys about it…But I didn't—"
Kanda narrowed his eyes and cut the brat short of his sentence. "Who the fuck cares about what we think?!" He shouted, shaking the teenager harder. "Grow some damn balls and own up to what you have! Because it wasn't your fucking fault for being born this!" Kanda yelled.
Slamming Allen harder into the wall as he kept shaking Allen's left hand around in the air.
"Be a man for Christ sake, just because you're arm is fucked up, doesn't mean I'll just turn my back on the fucking band for it! It's just an arm." Kanda pressed.
Allen went silent, his eyes widening in shock. "Wh-what…?" he whispered in uncertainty. I think I'm hearing things now…It actually sounds like Kanda is—
"Besides…" Kanda lowered his voice to a whisper.
Which unwittingly made Allen shiver underneath him
Kanda still made sure he could be heard by the people around him as his eyes glared passively into brats wide eyes. "You named a song that we had untitled for months. You got us our very first gig. And I'll be God-damned if I have to look for another fucking singer right when we got the damn gig, because some Eurotrash fucked it up for the rest of us, 'Cause he was too afraid and blew a gasket because of his grodie looking arm." Kanda scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Fucking bullshit is what this is." He grumbled.
Allen only continued to give the guitarist an incredulous look, his mouth moving, but no words were forming and coming out of his mouth. He…Really is… Allen shook his head, he definitely wouldn't call Kanda "Nice" because that word did NOT fit in Kanda's category at ALL.
And he was pretty sure Kanda didn't know the mening to "nice" either.
So what would be the best word to describe Kanda when he was actually being somewhat nice and civilized to him?
"Those were a lot of big words you used, Kanda." The white-haired teen chuckled.
"Yenno, your some piece of—" Kanda started, but was cut off when he saw the brat in front of him shake his head quickly.
Allen looked up with a small apologetic smile directed mainly at the long-haired teenager in front of him. "I'm sorry…I must apologize, to everyone. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier and kept this thing a secret." He apologized earnestly, looking to his other two band mates. "I promise never to keep a secret from you guys again. I don't want to be the one that ruined our already gnarly band dynamics." He chuckled softly.
Kanda sniffed and roughly let the brat go as he quickly turned around on his heel and stomped his way to the kitchen.
"Where's the cups?" He shouted behind his shoulder. "I didn't talk that much in a long time, not since the time I talked Cyclops down from a fucking tree a year ago."
And Kanda continued to talk to himself all the way to the kitchen while rummaging around in Allen's small kitchen.
Lavi and Lenalee both stared from the doorway where Kanda once stood, then back to Allen's happily smiling face with equal incredulity to both their expressions.
"What just happened?" Lenalee whispered over to Lavi, who stood beside her.
Lavi shrugged and leaned towards the Chinese girl. "I think Yuu just gave Allen one hell of a pep-talk. And about the entire band too…" The red-head answered, skeptically.
"That's…" Lenalee trailed off. Unsure of how to describe it.
"Bitchin'?" Lavi answered, grinning from ear-to-ear.
Lenalee eagerly nodded. "Yeah!" She cheered, quickly going over to Allen to help him down from his dresser, without knocking over his lamp and his neat pile of A-tracks.
Allen sighed in relief once his sneakers hit the floor boards and instantly he cracked his neck back into place. "I…Really don't know what to say." He trailed off, smiling at both Lavi and Lenalee as he rubbed sheepishly at his neck.
"How 'bout you answer a few questions first?" Lenalee suggested, smiling sweetly as she laced her hands behind her back.
Allen quirked an eyebrow, but nodded anyways. "O-kay…About what?" He asked, patting down his now wrinkled clothing.
"About, where the in the fiery hell did you get that giant ass synth from?" Lavi shouted, gripping Allen's shoulders in both his hands as he gave the younger teenager a rough shake.
"And why exactly you didn't tell us you played!?" Lenalee demanded, putting her hands on both her hips as she glared heatedly at the nervously smiling lead singer.
"C'mon! Show us what you can do Brit-boy!" Lavi eagerly ran to the synth.
Allen only chuckled at the excited red-head.
Who continued to hop up and down in front of the giant instrument who was running his hands across the electric keys.
Allen walked over to his synthesizer. "Well, I got this when I was living in London. Cross bought me this once he found out I played piano." He grinned at the memory and ran his hands across the keys.
As they all blended into comfortable and casual conversation. Allen couldn't help but zone out and stare rather optimistically down at his synthesizer.
Why was I worried about not showing them my arm again? They didn't bother asking questions about how I got it, or where this scar came from, or how…Shite...Why was I ever worried? Allen smiled as he played a fast melody on his synth. Their amazing friends, why keep secrets from them?
Kanda was soon heard bustling about inside the kitchen pantries.
Then was heard swearing profusely when he couldn't remember where the cups were located.
Shit! I'm sorry for making you guys wait long, I have no excuses for this.
First of all, I would like to THANK EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU who have reviewed and favorited! I totally LOVE you guys and wish I could give you a hug...But I cant, so I shall do my best to post chapters!
Secondly, Allen still has his deformed arm, I wanted to include this into the story because...well, it just wouldn't be Allen without his arm am I right? I meant to put Allen's arm in sooner in the story, but never really gotten around to change that, so I thought "why not just put it in now and get it over with?" So there you have it. And then I thought "And Kanda should do a majorly awesome speech as well!" And there you go, Kanda talking more than he should :)
Also...We haven't seem the last of Tyki Mikk...