I'm With the Band
Chappie deux.
Thanks so very extremely much for your reviews, reviewers! I've never written a KradDaisuke or DarkSatoshi before, so bear with me.
One more thing- this fic will have NO LEMONS. None. Even though there are a ton of lemon-creating possibilities, with all our bishies living in the same apartment…NO. Maybe a lime if I can work up the courage. But the one thing I will not write is a lemon.
The songs that some of you gave me were awesome, but I'd already had this chapter sorta planned out, so I'll use them in the future. Don't worry, I'm not writing it off (no pun intended)…
So onward ho…
Gaspthisisalinebreakerhowprettytherewasanemowhointhemovieanditfreakedusout
Dark's POV
Okay, so I'm a pain in the butt.
A very handsome, dashing, charming, suave, and generally fangirl-seducing pain in the butt.
However, my band mates/friends/victims all seem to think that I'm none of the above. Except for the pain in the butt part.
And currently, I had a pain in my butt.
Really.
I'd jumped in our collective room, squished myself under the covers of my oh-so-comfy bed, and… yelped with pain. Some sharp thing was poking me in the rear end…and it hurt. A lot.
So now I was sitting at the kitchen table with an icepack on my derriere.
"I wonder how this got in your bed…" said Krad, fingering his little metal crucifix, which happened to be the cause of my agony.
Yes, agony. I don't do my feelings halfway. Pain? So lame. Agony's more like it.
"What was the next chord?" asked Daisuke from across the room, paying no attention to the horrible happenings.
"E minor," answered Krad, then turned back to me. "Well, there's nothing much I can do for a punctured butt. CPR training doesn't really prepare you for this kind of situation. Do you want me to call an ambulance, since you're in such great aaagony?"
Damn Krad. "No, and shut up."
Thisisanotherlinebreakerwhyareyouevenreadingthisahwellit'sbetterthannothingwoo
Krad's POV
It may be no surprise to most of the sane population that we're one of the strangest bands ever put together.
Stick Dark, the super-hot playboy who's a humongous pain in the ass, with Daisuke, the kindest guy I've ever met (who's also very handsome), with Satoshi, terrified of Dark sticking him in pantyhose, with me…
…in the same house…
…for three months.
Chaos ensues.
Well, anyway, the next morning came via many groans of pain from Dark's direction and many thrown objects in his direction. Satoshi had taken my pallet for some reason, so I was forced to take the one that was his. Which was right next to Daisuke.
Great.
"SAAATTOOOOSHIIIIII!!"
"Bleh…What?"
"WE'RE OUT OF MIIILLKK!!"
I sighed as Dark ran in with an empty milk carton proudly displaying a Puu-Puu on the front. I had nothing better to do, so I read it out loud. "Drink Maibara milk! It's endorsed by evil little kawaii aliens, so it's gotta be good!"
"What a silly marketing ad…" muttered Satoshi, dragging himself out of bed. He was immediately tackleglomped by Dark, who screeched "TOSHI-KUUN!!" at the top of his lungs.
Daisuke and I sighed simultaneously.
Darnitanotherlinebreakerthesearegettingsomewhatannoyingyaknowit'srathericky
The club we were to play at that night was absolutely packed. We'd never played in front of such a humongous crowd before, if you don't count Dark's 25th birthday, where everyone except me got extraordinarily smashed and had huge hangovers the next day.
The stage was in the center of the dance floor, round, so people could walk around us. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen… and believe me, I've seen many things.
Dark had done some shopping earlier, and now we were decked out in outrageous clothes that somehow looked good on us.
Daisuke hung his guitar over his shoulder, and I couldn't help staring. In a pair of tight black jeans, a red undershirt, and a mesh long-sleeved shirt over that, he looked like some sort of devil. It absolutely contrasted to his real nature.
I'd been forced into another pair of tight jeans, much to my annoyance, and a white shirt with a built-in hoodie. Ugh. My hair was in a ponytail, and I'd hung the crucifix from the end of my long ponytail for luck, something we desperately needed. We set up quickly, tuned up, and Dark took the mike.
"Good evening, everyone!"
There was a cheer. Dark went on. "We're the Wings of Light, here to play… obviously… er, enough chatter. Ready?"
I nodded.
The first riff from Daisuke made little shivers go down my back. I'd always liked this song for some reason, and as I kicked in the drumbeat, I heard Dark's voice raise above the crowd.
"I want to
live where soul meets body
and let the sun wrap it's arms around
me
and beneath my skin in water cooling, cleansing,
and
feel…feel what it's like to renew
Cause in my head there's a
greyhound station
where I send my thoughts to far off
destinations
So they may have a chance to find other places
where
they're more suited than here…"
Daisuke came in, harmonizing lightly with Dark for a minute, and then the next verse started up.
"I cannot
guess what you discovered
we turned the earth with our hands
cupped like shovels
but I know our filthy hands can wash one
another's
and not one speck will remain…"
The chorus came in, well, not really a chorus, but my favorite part. Dark stepped back from the mike and let Daisuke take it. He was a pretty good singer, even though he'd loudly protest it. Looking down at his guitar to change chords, he sang,
"I can't
believe it's true
that there are runs left in both of our
shoes
and if this silence takes you then I hope it takes me
too…
So brown eyes, I'll hold you near
Cause you're the
only sign I want to hear
a melody softly soaring through my
atmosphere
Where soul meets body…
Where soul meets body…"
Dark overlapped and took the mike back, waiting for Daisuke to finish his riffs, then launched into the chorus again.
"I can't
believe it's true
that there are runs left in both of our
shoes
and if this silence takes you then I hope it takes me too…
So brown
eyes, I'll hold you near
Cause you're the only sign I want to
hear
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody
softly soaring through my atmosphere…"
There was wild applause, screaming… cheering in general.
"Thank you! Don't exhaust your screamage, we'll be here all night!" yelled Dark into the crowd, earning a huge cry of laughter.
I shared a glance with Daisuke. Screamage?
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Dark's
POV
An hour later, we took a break for drinks and (at least in my case) gazed around looking for hot girls.
Unfortunately for me, all the girls were either a) ugly or b) with a boyfriend of some sort.
I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. Normally I didn't drink too much, and tonight was no exception-I had to keep my wits up for singing. Stoned and singing isn't a nice combination.
Krad and Daisuke were over by the dance floor, chatting to a group of girls and their dates. One of them said something that obviously embarrassed Daisuke, 'cause he blushed redder than a tomato. Figures…I had to ask him about it when we got back home.
Satoshi, meanwhile, was sitting at the bar idly swirling a club soda. I caught a few girls (and a few guys, alarmingly) staring at him, but as I looked at each they turned around once I caught their eye.
"You've got stalkers," I whispered to the bluenette.
"Damn."
He vacuumed down his water, plunked a soggy dollar bill on the bar, and walked off to rescue Daisuke and Krad from the blush-inducing fangirls/fanboys.
We got back on stage, and after a few minutes of tuning, we were ready to go. I yelled into the mike, "HOW'S EVERYONE DOIN'?"
The crowd roared back "GREAAAAT!!"
I nodded to Satoshi, who started up the bass riff that began our next song. Krad quickly followed, breaking off a whispered conversation with Daisuke.
I sang.
Yetanotherlinebreakerthere'sjusttoomanyofthesearen'tthereineedtocutdownonthem
Krad's POV
After yet another exhausting-as-heck gig, we were tired and sweaty and downright ick-tastic, not to mention rather happy from the couple of drinks that the bar's owner had bought us. Dark dug the apartment key out of his jeans pocket, and after a few tries got it in the keyhole and turned the knob. "WOO!" he yelled drunkenly, staggering in and plopping himself down on the kitchen counter.
Suddenly he began to sing. "It ees myy turn to siiiing at zee paaaaarty…I am now going to siiing at the paaaaarrrttyyy…Everyone's daaancing because it's at zee paaaarrttyyy…I am now going to sing aaat zeee paaaarrrttttyyy…"
Satoshi joined him on the counter, leaning his head on Dark's shoulder, something that he'd never do sober. Or would he…? Whatever the case, they both suddenly blushed.
I ignored them for the time being, and walked into the bedroom…okay, attempted to walk, since my motor system wasn't doing too well with the walking thing. Daisuke, who I knew could hold his liquor, followed silently behind me, clutching the envelope of money. "Hey," he said to me, "Shouldn't we put this in the safe?"
"Yeah." I slurred.
He walked out of the room, and immediately Dark yelled "Wanna jooooinnn us, Dai-chaaan?" followed by a curt "No." and a clank.
He came back in with a backwards glance. "Krad? Dark and Satoshi…are…uh...um…kis-kissing."
"…WHAT??"
We burst into the kitchen to find a heated make-out session between the two. "Er…" we chorused, then thought it best to retreat back to the safety of the bedroom.
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Dark's POV
It's not like I didn't notice Krad and Daisuke walking in on us. But when you've got your tongue in someone else's mouth, it's not a good idea to yell at an annoying friend.
Besides…Satoshi tasted good. And I doubted that I'd ever have the chance to experience this again.
He tasted like mint. Wintergreen. Almost cold, but somehow sweet.
We broke away for breath a few seconds after Krad and Daisuke went out of the kitchen, and for a minute there was silence except for our heavy breathing. That kiss seemed to have made me sober for a minute.
"What…what was that?" asked Satoshi, obviously thinking quite a bit clearer.
"What do you think it was? A plate of ketchup?"
"But…don't you…" he began. I knew what he was getting at.
"I'm bi. No girlfriend."
"…ah…"
There was a silence.
"I'm…going to bed," said Satoshi, getting up.
"Okay." And with that, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
I could tell he was blushing from here.
Gaspromanticangstnessnextbetterprepareyourselffortheemocornernessorelsefishies
Satoshi's POV
I lay in bed, the covers pulled almost up to my face, and stewed… something I was rather good at.
Dark likes me. Okay, not the easiest thing to swallow if a) you're a guy, and b) you're his band mate. It's probably not the easiest thing to swallow even if you're a fangirl..
Or, other possibility: Dark went on a drunken kissing rampage and made out with the first person he saw. Pretty damn likely.
Dark KISSED me. And I, horror of horrors, kissed him back. It's not like I didn't know that I was kissing him, not just vice versa. He tasted like dark chocolate, bitter but somehow sweet, with hints of, oddly enough, raspberry. I wonder what he's thinking about me...
…BAD THOUGHTS!!
Not Dark thinking them, me! And he's the pervert here…
I wonder if that kiss was real. It seemed so…dreamlike, like he'd waited for that moment and was drinking it up with an all-encompassing straw.
I knew back then that this was going to end up troublesome. I just didn't know how much it'd affect me.
Oi!
For some reason, this chapter took forever to write.
Thanks to all reviewers…don't worry, the KradDaisuke is hard to write, so it'll be in the next chapter…hopefully…
Fluff! Oh, yeah, fluff. The awesomest stuffs in the universe, besides jellybeans and chocolate and yummy stuffs.
Obi-Wan Kenobi!
Happy Easter, and Happy Passover, and happy…other…holidays…whose names escape me for the moment.
Edward Cullen! –faints-
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