Chapter 22.

May 3rd, 1984.

Thursday.

"Tubular..." Allen gushed as he continued to hop up and down inside Kanda's truck. "Don't you guys think this is bloody amazing? This is our first ever gig!" He giggled in excitement, stark white-hair bouncing with the constant excited movement.

Lavi gave the shorter teen an odd look. "Uh...Yeah Brit, totally..." He replied, raising an eyebrow at the bouncing teenager beside him. But you don't see me bouncing on the spot like a girl...His mind chimed.

"Stop fucking around!" Roared the guitarist from over his shoulder. Startling his band mates at the harsh command.

His hands were still clenched tightly around the steering wheel and they've been in that stiff position as soon as they drove away from the lead-singers house.

"I can't fucking concentrate when you keep bouncing, poser!" The long-haired guitarist hissed.

"Shut it, arse! I'm excited! Why do you have to ruin everything?"

"Because someone has to." Kanda muttered.

Allen threw up his gloved hands. "What does that even mean?"

"Kanda! Eyes on the road!" Screamed Lenalee in fright, shielding her face inside her arms.

Lavi gave the guitar player a lop-sided smirk as he peeked over Kanda's shoulder. "Is someone on edge because it's his first time?" Cooed the drummer mockingly beside Kanda's ear.

The long-haired teenager held back his repulsed shiver as he pulled his head away from the red-head. "Get away from me pervert. And no." He pressed sharply, shooting Lavi a glare. "I'm pissed because you didn't fucking tell me that you were gonna drop of Mugen at the bar. Now I'm fucking cruising so I don't get my guitar stolen!" He argued bitingly.

Lavi pursed his lip in displeasure. "I called your house seventeen times to tell you I'm dropping off the band equipment at Bak's bar. S'not my fault that you don't know how to answer you're phone dude." He refuted, sticking his nose up in the air as though he was the one in the wrong.

"Guys, please don't argue right before a gig." Lenalee sighed tiredly. "I don't want this to affect your guys' rad playing. This is going to be our first time opening for another band losers, so be happy and excited," She stated with a smile. "Like Allen is." She soon quipped, happy smile directed at the eagerly fidgeting singer behind her in the backseat.

The lead-singer, who was still trying to contain his excitement. "I have never been this excited and nervous all at once before!" Allen stated, smiling widely. "…I think I'm having a heart attack." He soon noted anxiously, hand pressed over his heart with wide eyes. He could feel his heart slamming against his chest in an erratic beat.

"If you were having a heart attack dude, you would be three shades paler and in serious pain man." Lavi commented, ruffling Allen's white-hair with a grin. "So don't worry babe." Lavi pacified with a wink.

Allen softly smiled, "Thanks love. But I—"

"Oh God! You just called me love!" Lavi loudly exclaimed, lounging back inside his seat with a satisfied, dopey looking grin stretched widely across his face.

"Uhh…Yeah." Allen replied uneasily. "I think I need a sane person to confide in..." He trailed off, quirking an eyebrow down at the happily smiling red-head seated beside him, but then looked towards Lenalee with hope. "Lena?" Allen called, small smile directed at Lenalee in the passenger seat.

Peeking over her seat with an apologetic looking smile, she gave Allen's head a soft pat. "Sorry Al. I lost my sanity long ago as soon as I started hanging out with these two koozebanes." She stated with a passionate roll of her eyes as she thumbed over towards a scowling Kanda beside her. "And this pissy bunk is always insane with anger, so I have to keep a close watch on him all the time." She pressed in displeasure, shooting Kanda a fast glare, before looking back to Allen with a coy smirk. "Besides," She trailed off, pointing to Allen. "You agreed to call Red 'love', so his happiness is your problem now." She stated with a teasing giggle.

Lavi gasped loudly as he lurched up from his seat. "So my happiness was an obligation to you?" He stated over-dramatically. Feigning to be upset and hurt as he clutched a hand to his chest. "My heart! You broke it! It's all over the seat and on the floor Lena-baby!" He exclaimed loudly, planting his face inside both his hands as he continued to fake cry.

Lenalee and Allen could only erupt in a fit of laughter at the red-head's unbelievably cheesy acting skills.

Kanda growled through clenched teeth as he can hear every heavy sob coming from Lavi directly from behind his seat. "That's not the only thing that's gonna break, if you keep fucking crying!" He snarled loudly.

Angrily Kanda took a fast right hand turn.

And predictably cut off an on-coming vehicle from within the four-way with his maniac driving; narrowly missing another pedestrian with his recklessly speeding truck.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to drive Kan-duh." Allen continued to chastise the guitar player as soon as he stepped out of the death-vehicle. "I never told you to gun-it through a red-light either hun." He stated in a mockingly sweet tone, waggling his finger at Kanda's turned back.

"Shut. Up!" The long-haired male hissed over his shoulder as he stormed over to the back doors of 'Static Impulse,' leaving all three band members behind. "We're still splittin' up tha fuckin ticket!" He shouted one last time over towards the group behind him, before he swiftly walked through the large steel grey doors.

Allen cocked his head to the side. "What's his damage?" He asked calmly, thumbing towards the angry Japanese male with a raised eyebrow. "I was only teasing..." He stated, pursing his lip.

Lavi shrugged a shoulder just in time with Lenalee. "Don't know. He must still be rubbed about Tiedoll's visit yesterday." He announced, scratching his chin at the thought.

Lenalee perked her head up. "Tiedoll visited Kanda yesterday? When?"

"Right after band practice." Lavi answered, walking with his friends towards the back doors of the bar.

The red-haired teen then pushed his hands deep inside his pockets, looking for something he could possibly chew on. "Let's just say that the visit didn't go very well...From what little bits and pieces I've heard Yuu grumbling Satanically under his breath." He stated with a shiver of fear racking down his spine, before he pulled out an orange colored sucker with a smile of triumph.

"Tiedoll? Is that Kanda's guardian?" Allen asked curiously. Not fully knowing Kanda's childhood, nor the guitarist entire story.

Lavi nodded his fiery red-head, enthusiastically sucking on the lollipop with a smile. "Yep! He's totally old, but not as pruned up as my Gramps. He's also French, and he's mega weird, like, Komui type of weird, not Cross kinda weird." He soon huffed with an icy cold shiver racing down his back at the mere mention of Allen's guardian, as though he was standing right behind him, hearing every word he's saying about him, all the while wishing for his death.

"Tiedoll is very touchy-feely too, he also likes to hug and all that jazz." Lenalee stated, lacing her arms behind her back with a smile.

Lavi directed his smirk down at Allen beside him and pulled out the lollipop from his mouth. "So," Another lick of his sucker. "Can you imagine that kind of guy going to visit someone like Yuu?" He asked with a coy looking smile.

Allen shuddered at the thought and rubbed his hands over his arms. "I don't want to. I can already hear Kanda tongue lashing the poor man out the door as he throws every object he could get his angry hands on. Just because the man tried to hug him." He stated, shaking his head sadly at the idea.

Lavi merely laughed and bumped the shorter teenager with his hip to get his attention. "Yenno, you know Yuu like the back of your hand, Brit-boy." He commented, eyebrow quirked. "If I wasn't mistaken, I would think that you have a crush on our grouchy guitar player." He smirked slyly, nudging Allen with his elbow at the suggestion.

Swiftly he got an offended glare shot at him by the white-haired teen because of that disturbing quip.

"I'm going to ignore that." Allen stated heatedly. "Please don't ever say that again, because I swear I'll bang my head against something just to forget it. And hard, if you repeat it." He glared.

"So!" Lenalee piped up, skipping to Lavi's and Allen's sides. "You guys psyched about this gig or what?" Lenalee asked merrily as she slung her arm around Allen's slender shoulders with a grin and hooked her arm within Lavi's.

Allen quickly nodded. "Well, yeah! This is going to be our first time opening for another band! Therefore, this is legit going to be our first time ever doing a gig that might get us the publicity that we most definitely need." He said, nodding his head at his own choice of words. "Did you see that line-up in the front? No wonder Kanda suggested that we go through the back!" He stated with a large smile.

"I'm so fucking amped man, it's not even funny!" Lavi enthused. "I'm really hoping that there'll be bodacious babes here. Like tens, not just eights or fives either, like mother-fucking Cloud Nine kinda hot!" He was practically drooling at the thought of it.

And all Allen was able to do, was shake his head sadly at the teen. "I wish I had a leash for you." He mumbled.

"A leash?" Lavi tilted his head. "That's kinda hot." He grinned at the thought. "Didn't know you were the kinky type babe." Lavi stated, smirking perversly down at Allen.

Who wrinkled his nose in offence to the nickname. "Don't call me babe."

"Aw. Fine. Can I call you Al-honey?" He asked, fluttering his eyelashes innocently.

"Uhm, no. How about you call me Allen instead, yes?" Allen replied, smiking coyly up at Lavi.

Who snaked an arm around Lenalee's shoulders in order to clasp a hand onto Allen's slender shoulder with a sad sigh escaping his smiling lips. "Look Al, how about I keep calling you babe, and you keep saying 'don't call me babe,' in that clutch accent of yours, and see where that takes us?" He smiled. "Yes?" He suggested with a grin.

"You're one barmy bloke." Allen said, shaking his head exasperatedly.

"Is barmy a good word? Like, I'm hot or something?" Lavi grinned with easily detectable hope.

Allen rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Or something."

"Tubular."

As they make it to the back doors of the bar, Lavi maneuvered out of Lenalee's hold in order to press his ear flush against the steel grey door, wrinkling his eyebrows together in concentration.

"I hear people." He announced.

"Oh wow, a bar filled with people? Who knew right?" Lenalee stated sarcastically. Rolling her eyes at Lavi's dubious expression as she pushed the red-head away from the door and began striding inside.

As though she owned the place.

Which caused Allen to shake his head. She acts like Kanda sometimes...He thought with a shiver racking up his spine.

"So much people..." Lenalee stated rather fearfully as she stared in awe at the throng of people cluttering around inside the bar with round, stunned looking eyes.

Allen and Lavi took her side then to inspect the bar as well.

And yes, indeed, there were many people.

And there was still a line-up outside the bar to be let in as well. Many people were piled around the tables and taking up a lot of the chairs in the center of the bar, other people were taking up half of the bar room, and others were standing in front of the stage waiting for the band to take their places upon the stage, and many more could be seen standing or sitting around the bar waiting for their drinks.

So how many more was there going to be? And could a bar of this size even hold that many people all at once?

Allen certainly didn't know, but he was still freakin' excited to find out.

"Wow…" Lavi trailed off, eye still wide as he took in the entire scene before his startled gaze. "I-I'm a little bit nervous now dudes…" Lavi gulped, smiling uneasily as a bead of sweat licked the side of his forehead.

Allen shook his head. "Don't get cold feet on me now love. We need this many people in order to become an actual band." He cracked his knuckles in determination. "Publicity means more fans, more fans mean's more support, soon we'll have record deals and contract signings. We gotta do this." Allen stated as he turned fully around to face Lenalee and a gawking Lavi. "Are you guys ready?" He asked, eyes blazing.

Feeling more amped by the minute.

Lavi nodded numbly, before looking back to the bar. "Yeah totally, but…This is a lot of people Al." He replied apprehensively. "If you hadn't noticed and shit." He chuckled nervously.

Allen pursed his lip in displeasure as he continued to stare into Lavi's troubled looking eye. Lavi did not look ready. He seen the red-head so pumped up before they had showed up, and he looked ready to take on anything, but now…The drummer looked ready to turn tail and run the moment he gets his chance.

What can I possibly say, that I haven't already said before? Allen thought agitatedly, wanting to pace around the floor to think of a plan.

And soon after that thought was fresh inside his mind, an idea comes popping up inside his head.

He didn't particularly like the plan, but if it could get Lavi to play the gig, and correctly at that—without him running off stage to go throw up outside—he would totally be grateful and indebted to the red-head.

Besides, what's another debt to pay? I'm already knee deep in debts as it is. Allen thought.

Suddenly making up his mind, Allen took hold of Lavi's arm to get his attention and flashes the older teenager a wide, encouraging looking smile. "If you can get up on that stage Lavi, I'll call you love for the rest of the night. And if you can play, without throwing up that is, I'll even throw in something extra." Allen announced with a fast wink of his eye.

He wanted desperately to be able to compromise with the nervously sweating teenager with this sudden negotiation.

Allen continued to smirk up at an incredulous looking Lavi. Hoping that he could pique his interests.

Is he flirting? Lavi dubiously thought. A bit taken aback at the sudden display of flirtatious action on Allen's part.

He didn't even know that Allen was capable of flirting.

It's working though…He thought, a large toothy grin soon taking over his surprised facial expression.

"You'll call me love? And something extra?" Lavi repeated, smiling eagerly. "That's sounds like a stellar, bitchin', totally ace deal babe! You got it!" He said. All too ready to agree to Allen's plan, as he quickly gives the white-haired singer a warm embrace.

Off to the side of her connected band members, Lenalee stood with a small mischievous smile hidden behind her hand, looking away from the two teenagers, she now understood something.

Yes, her theory of Lavi having a crush on Allen is now proving to be correct.

But I don't think that Lavi even knows that Allen was only sweet-talking him to get him on stage... She thought, before shaking her head in dismissal as she continued following along behind the connected pair without hesitation.

She wouldn't be the one to tell Lavi the truth. It's better if the red-head didn't know a thing about that last bit, because as they say, ignorance is bliss.

And Allen was one hell of a sweet talker, so there really wasn't anything she could say to change Lavi's mind.

She doesn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. But if it got Lavi to agree to anything that the lead-singer says—concerning about the band that is—then she was completely fine with the whole thing. Besides, she doesn't want to be the one to burst Lavi's happy little bubble.

She'll leave that to Kanda.

With their band equipment all set up on stage, and they were kept hidden away behind a big black curtain until the show actually begins; The Exorcists stood ready behind their instruments, prepared to play and to likely impress the party-goers located on just the other side of the divided article.

With Allen situated in front and center of the stage, positioned behind his synthesizer; to his right is Lenalee, holding her bass eagerly inside her hands as she ardently tapped her fingers along the lengthy fret-board.

To Allen's left stood Kanda, his long-black hair running freely down and over his broad shoulders as he experimentally plucked down on his un-plugged Mugen's strings, occasionally nodding his head, seeming to be satisfied with the newly tuned guitar.

And to the back of the three sat Lavi behind his large drum set, frantically fixing his already messy red-hair and fussing last minute over the positioning of his drums with an anxious looking emerald eye.

Allen couldn't help but feel bad for his red-headed best friend. Considering that Lavi was still just so intensely and irrevocably nervous. Even after he gave the drummer an inspirational pep talk and what's considered—in Lavi's books—a "sweet deal". He couldn't do anything to sooth Lavi's nerves.

Then a thought occurred to him.

Kanda always kept himself calm before each band practice by lighting up his beloved marijuana and having a puff.

He didn't really want to encourage Lavi to take drugs, but he didn't really feel like messing up on their first gig either. He doesn't exactly know how Lavi handles himself when he's stoned out of his skull, so if Lavi was to get high before an important gig, would it possibly ruin his amazing drumming skills? Or heighten them? Allen was willing to take a risk to find out though, just this once.

So with his mind made up yet again, he turned towards Kanda and cupped both hands around his mouth. "Hey, psst, Kanda!" Allen whispered harshly, loud enough for the guitar player to hear as he waved his hand to grab Kanda's attention.

And why he bothered to whisper, he doesn't even have a clue.

The microphones and other electrical devices were all un-plugged anyways and, therefore, turned off at the moment. So the crowd beyond the curtain couldn't even hear them talk anyways, even if they pull their heads closer towards the stage.

Rolling his dark blue eyes, irritatingly, Kanda slowly turned his head towards the lead-singer with disinterest easily seen inside his dark blue eyes. "What?" He snapped in his usual acerbic tone.

Allen quickly gestured with his hands. "Do you have any…" Then making sure no one could see him, he pressed his fingers together and pulled them to his lips and pretended to inhale from an invisible joint.

Kanda only furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. He really hated charades. "What?" He repeated, managing to subdue his anger for the time being to try and guess what the white-haired teenager was getting at.

Allen rolled his eyes in frustration. "Oh for the love of—" Allen growled. "Do you have any weed on you." He deadpanned instead, face serious.

Screw trying to be discreet about illegal substances, especially when trying to talk to someone as block-headed and impatient as Kanda.

Lenalee gave an obvious gasp of surprise from beside Allen, but didn't bother putting her two-cents into the subject. She was actually very curious. Did innocent Allen really want a joint?

But here's an even better question, would Kanda really give him one?

Kanda cocked an eyebrow at the shorter teen and folded his arms over his chest. "Why? It's not like I'm goin' to share with you, zeek." He stated in a no-nonsense manner as he turned his head abruptly away.

Allen sighed heavily in exasperation. "I wasn't asking for myself, prick. I was only wondering if you could possibly share with Lavi." He stated, mimicking Kanda's stance.

And at that, Lavi perked his head up from behind his drum kit, and barely missed the cymbal with his head. "What? Someone say my name?"

"Yeah." Kanda replied, turning towards an interested looking Lavi. "The runt said you suck dick for a living." He stated flatly, flicking a cold stare at the red-head.

Who visibly pouted in offence. "I don't. But I cooould…" Lavi sang mischievously. "At a reasonable price though." He stated slyly, waggling his eyebrows at the implication.

Kanda scoffed in disgust, while Lenalee shook her head with a silent sigh.

And Allen pretended he wasn't even aware that Lavi was only staring at him while he suggested that horrid proposal.

But instead, the lead-singer looked back to Kanda in question, vexation easily detectable inside his grey eyes. "He's in a bit of a twist with his over-active nerves at the moment. And I really want him at his best…So please Kanda, can you get him higher than a kite?" The teen asked as he pressed his hands together and pulled them to his chin.

Inaudibly sighing at his poor decision making skills. And for having to practically beg Kanda for a joint.

But what else could he do? He needed Lavi calm enough to not give a tiny rat's arse about the crowd of people situated all around the bar.

"This, coming from the only person who bitches about me having a blast before each band practice." Kanda refuted. "Un-fuckin'-believable." He groused with a shake of his head.

Choosing to ignore the brat's high pitched voice—which was shouting across from him—as he looked over to Lavi.

Noticing that the red-head did seem a bit more jumpy than what he was used to seeing.

What with the idiot flinching at every little noise and voice that just so happens to shout from the other side of the curtain, he literally looked like a frightened rabbit at the moment.

Kanda reluctantly sighed in defeat—and half in anger—and slapped a hand to his back-pocket of his dark blue and ripped up jeans. "Get the fuck over here, Rabbit." He commanded sternly.

Pulling out his little baggy containing a ball of marijuana, no smaller than the size of a quarter, and a small black pipe within it.

When Lavi doesn't move from his spot behind his drums, with a look of utter confusion written on his expressionless face, Kanda growled impaitently and began waving the bag in the air.

As if to lure in the red-headed drummer.

Who quickly scrambled off of his seat after that as he eagerly hopped his way to Kanda's side.

"No fake?" Lavi shouted eagerly. " Last time I checked you didn't share weed!" The red-head stated excitedly. "Yenno you're my best friend, right?"

Kanda simply sniffed and snapped the small plastic bag open. "Whatever." He muttered, pulling out just a small pinch of weed between his finger and thumb. "Only this much Cyclops." He announced with an air of authority, holding the ball to Lavi's eye. "Because you get high just off of second hand, so Christ only knows how high you'll get if I give you any more." He stated sadly, as though he was ashamed to even admit that.

Pursing his lip in displeasure, for the fact that he now he had to share some of his best work to Lavi of all people just because the poser was nervous, Kanda proceeded to glare intently at Lavi's smiling expression.

The one-eyed drummer merely nodded his head in distracted enthusiasm as his eye stayed glued on Kanda's ministrations. Watching in fascination as Kanda dropped the little morsel of weed into the pipe, and was then transfixed as Kanda took a lighter out of his pocket and began burning the weed.

Lavi quickly got himself closer towards the Japanese male after that, anticipating the burning part.

Kanda flicked his eyes towards Lavi, and pulled his pipe towards the drummers determined expression, not letting go of the pipe for Lavi to take. "Suck." He ordered sternly, holding the pipe closer to the red-heads lips. "I ain't letting you handle this shit. You dropped and shattered the last pipe I had." He stated in an acidic growl. "Which reminds me, buy me a new one asshole." He barked.

Lenalee gave the two older teenager's an odd look before she glances towards Allen, who was too busy plugging in his synthesizer to notice the duo, and she looked back to the obvious display of over-friendliness before her.

It was becoming painfully aware to Lenalee, that Lavi had mixed feelings for Kanda, including their lead-singer Allen, from what she could clearly see happening before her surprised, and mildly hypnotized, looking eyes.

Kanda stood with an air of aloofness in front of the red-head, looking to and fro at everything around him, but at Lavi himself.

Who is standing forward and practically leaning against him for support as the red-head sucked on the end of his pipe, green eye half-mast and hands planted on his hand, which is holding the pipe aloft in the air in front of them.

Kanda supressed a shiver and looked away from Lavi once again.

When Lavi inhaled the contents swirling around inside the pipe, he abruptly pulled his face away with a pained expression as he then started blowing the smoke out from his lips without hesitation.

The smoke then gliding over towards Kanda's face unwittingly.

Scrunching his face up in displeasure, Kanda began inhaling the smoke floating in front of his face, before he pulled the pipe towards his own lips and successfully finished what Lavi couldn't without so much as a lone cough.

Lavi was left doubling over in a coughing fit, eye rimmed with un-shed tears as he continuously slapped a hand to his knee. "Damn…Sam!" He hacked. "That's…Harsh…!" He hacked.

Allen shook his head and turned around to face the band. "Which leads to the question of, why do you even bother?" Allen stated, shaking his head in disapproval as he pulled the microphone closer towards his synth.

It was my idea so...Am I the bad seed? Allen thought, face crumpled up in confusion.

Lavi weakly smiled at Allen's turned back, still lightly coughing and rubbed his eye free from tears. "You'll soon find out the reason 'why' when I'm rockin' the crowd to their bones!" He exclaimed happily, throwing his arms over his head.

Already feeling the weed working inside his system, giving him a delightful little buzz.

Kanda cleared his throat quietly, before dropping the pipe back into the bag and stuffing it back inside his pants pocket. "You fucking lamer, you didn't even finish the hit. I took it for you." Kanda said, rolling his eyes and scoffing at the red-head.

Who bogusly stopped his coughing fit. "Not my problem I don't have iron lungs like you do Yuu. You've been smoking pot since kindergarten!" He rebuked, pointing an accusatory finger at Kanda.

"Junior high." Kanda corrected, voice serious. "You still could've sucked on it." He huffed a humourless chuckle.

"Sounds dirty." Lavi smirked.

Kanda sighed irritably. "Just exhale out through your nose, then inhale again." He instructed as he combed a hand through his long midnight black hair.

"And those are serious life lessons from Yuu Kanda everybody."

All startled gazes then turn towards the new-comers voice. The "new-comer" being the owner of the bar himself, Bak Chan, who stood just further by the side of the stage, which was filled with instruments and band equipment at the moment, with his usual odd looking beret situated atop his blonde-head and hands clutched around a clipboard.

"Bak!" Allen and Lavi greeted in unison as they then head towards the bar owner with delighted looking smiles stretched across their faces.

"Good to see you again Allen Walker," Bak greeted politely. Then turned his apathetic eyes towards Lavi. "And you too...I guess." He rebutted.

"Aw! C'mon Bakky! Is that anyway to greet an old friend?" Lavi grinned as he roughly slapped Bak across his shoulders.

Bak coughed, holding back the urge to rub his shoulder blades as he looked back to Lavi with a heated glare. "Please don't call me that. And yes, I'll greet you however I want." Bak retorted, shaking his head at the pouting red-head, before looking back towards the band. "The Noah's will be showing up any time now, apparently they decided that they would wait until you're all finished here on stage, before they perform themselves. So many of their fans are already trying to tear the house down in their search for them, so I suggest you give all of these people an ace performance, before they actually do tear it down. And make it quick. Got it?" He pressed, narrowed eyes glancing to each of the band members.

"Don't have to tell us!" Lavi exclaimed, thumb pointed to his chest proudly. "We're already pumped and ready to go!" He stated excitedly, goofy grin alight on his face.

"Excellent." Bak said, nodding his head. "Well then, let's get this show started, hm?" The Asian man hummed in question, offering a twitch of a smile for The Exorcists—but choosing to ignore the glaring guitarist for what it was worth—before he turned around and walked back from where he had came from, all in order to announce the Exorcists performance.

Walking in stride with Bak, was the old man with the beard, Sammo. The bar's co-owner.

Allen then turned back towards his friends with a grin stretched across his pale featured face and cocked an eyebrow at his band members. "Well, are you guys ready?" He asked politely.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Of course!"

"No shit Sherlock."

"Alright then, let's show these people what we're made of." Allen stated in determination as both he and Lavi then walked towards their instruments in quick and sure strides.

All of them not knowing what they might be getting themselves into.

Yay! I love it when they perform, it's kinda what I live for in this story…I put more detail into their performance than anything else, is that a good thing or a bad thing by the way?

Yuvi, that's what I felt like portraying in this chapter.

I read a fan-fucking-tastic story about Yuvi a couple months back and I must say, that was a fucking amazing story! So that's kinda what I felt in this chapter after I read that story. I finished this chapter a long time ago, right after I read the Yuvi story as well, but I never got the chance to post it! So I got the sudden inspirational boost to type something Yuvi-like because of that story, which is called "The Words To Say," (I think. My memory isn't that great) and thus above is what came to mind.

Which leads me to the question of, what gets your motor running...? Prolly Yullen huh? ;)

Also, does that question sound perverted?

Sorry for the ones who don't favour Yuvi like I do, but don't be worried! Plenty more interaction with certain characters are coming soon! I guarantee you that!

-Hella