I'm With the Band Number 3…
Yeah…last chapter had some shounen-ai… I warned you, readers, I warned you! I told you so!!
… aaanyway…
I've acquired a beta, the fantastic Kagome-reincarnation, who puts up with the OOC Krad and the random bouts of humor. Or at least attempted humor.
Thanks so much, reviewers! My gratitude extends to the ends of the earth! And you all get some homemade Pocky… and a bean bag chair. Why? Because.
… there WILL be fluff. Another plot-bunny/muse bit me, so now I'm stuck writing down their biddings. (sighs) Ah, the life of a writer.
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Daisuke's POV
I was still reeling from the shock of seeing Dark and Satoshi making out in the kitchen.
The kitchen part was fine with me, but the making out… between two of my best friends…was just plain weird. I'm not sure why.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, still feeling somewhat queasy… either from my cinnamon toothpaste or from the aforementioned kitchen make-out session.
Krad was by my side before I could register my feet were moving. "You okay, Dai?" he asked, hand on my shoulder.
"Mnnn… yeah. A little freaked out," I answered, which was the truth. Well, if you put 'little' to the three hundredth power.
He nodded and led me to the bedroom, chatting animatedly. I couldn't help but let the thought pop into my mind that if there was another drunken make-out session, I'd know who I'd be kissing.
Someone with long, silky blonde hair and green-yellow, almost cat-like eyes.
Ah! What was I thinking?!
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Krad's POV
So the next morning came, banishing most ideas of drunken make-out sessions. I managed to pry myself off of my bed, which was warm and comfy, and littered with feathers. I'd torn a pillow in my sleep, and now I had to clean it before Satoshi got up.
Crap.
The feathers were everywhere, nestled in my laundry, in Dark's books of sheet music, in Satoshi's blankets, and in Daisuke's… bright… red… hair.
Oh boy. If this wasn't a shojo manga moment, what was?
I picked my way over to his pallet and watched him sleep for a moment. I couldn't tear my eyes off of him. He looked so… young, and fragile, and…
… Handsome.
Wait… What?!
I shook the thought away and began to carefully brush the minute feathers out of his hair. Suddenly Daisuke stirred, and I jumped about five feet straight up into the air before calming down. "K…Kraad…" he mumbled.
WHAT? Why the hell is he… wait… I thought, my mind turning to more… perverse subjects, which I quickly shook out of my head. Bleh.
His hair was now feather-free, so I decided to reward myself. Making sure that Daisuke was, in fact, asleep, and not just trying to freak me out, I leaned down and pecked him on the cheek.
Okay, not the biggest feat. But it meant a lot to me, somehow.
I was still stewing when I walked into the kitchen, probably covered in feathers, and ran straight into the bluenette bassist we all know and love.
"G'mornin'," he managed to grunt. I nodded in response- my vocal chords were somewhat off this morning. "Didja clean up the feathers?"
Crap.
"Well, I got halfway through it…" I attempted, but trailed off at the look that Satoshi gave me.
"Just do the laundry, okay?" he said, handing me a hamper filled to the brim with clothes. I grunted in response, pocketed some change, and schlepped down the stairs to the laundry room. There was, luckily, a free washer, and I stuck most of the clothes in, along with a big scoop of detergent, and turned it on.
It made a sound like a wounded buffalo, then grudgingly began to turn.
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Dark's POV
Let's just say that when I got up, all havoc broke loose in the form of a huge awkward silence.
I also had a hangover.
When I get hangovers, I get extraordinarily grumpy/angsty.
And then I listen to My Chemical Romance and dance around, which kinda helps my mood.
I walked over to the CD player and stuck in a CD from my stash, then pressed Play. Immediately a lone piano note sounded, then another. Satoshi yelled from the next room, "CHANGE THE SONG!!" but I liked this song. Welcome to the Black Parade… it's what they played for me when I joined the gang I was in for fourteen years…when I stole almost every night… when I learned how to pick locks and hotwire cars… when I lost my childhood to my senpais… when I lived on the streets… when I lost my family to the fire.
So I guess that this band was my feeble attempt to carry on… carry on…
I guess I passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was looking up at a pair of deep blue eyes. Satoshi.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. This wasn't the first time I'd fainted at the sound of a song that reminded me of my 'family.'
"Yeah." I tried to sit up, but a surprisingly strong arm pushed me back. Since when was Satoshi that strong?
He caught my puzzled glance and sighed. "I've been going to the gym, Dark. Don't worry about it. Could you just stay here for a couple minutes?"
I nodded. Inside, my mind was whirling. The membership cost almost fifty dollars a month… how was he paying for that?
"Hey," I asked instead, mentally cursing myself, "Where's Daisuke and Krad?"
"They went out," came Satoshi's voice from the kitchen. "To get groceries."
"Ah." I answered, and lay back on the ground.
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Daisuke's POV
"WHAT CRAP IS PLAYING ON MY AWESOME STEREO?!"
"Er, it's called Radiohead. And it's not crap."
"Sorry, Daisuke, didn't know you had a taste for indie music."
I shook my head sadly at that. Didn't Dark like Deathcab For Cutie? They were indie! … Well, kinda. But Radiohead… to call them… indie!!
Dark was still spouting away, oblivious to the fact that Satoshi was creeping up behind him with a piece of duct tape and a baseball bat.
"What the-?" Dark had time to yell, before Satoshi smacked the duct tape across his mouth and poked him lightly with the bat.
I sighed and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing my guitar and beginning to play. My mind had been a little off since … er… the make-out session. I kept thinking of Krad for some reason, which was starting to worry me.
I started off playing random chords, and soon found my hand traveling up to the 9th fret. I began playing the song that'd haunted me for so long, like a dark cloud over me. I'd never gotten over it.
It was just two notes. Two damn notes.
"And
when I see you, I really see you upside down
But my brain knows
better, it picks you up and turns you around
turns you around
If
you feel discouraged, if there's a lack of color here
Please
don't worry lover, it's really bursting at the seams
From
absorbing everything
the spectrum a to z…
aaaahhh…aaaahhh…
This
is fact not fiction, for the first time in years
And all the girls
in every girly magazine can't make me feel
Any less alone, I'm
reaching for the phone…"
On "phone", I switched to a bar chord that sounded… weird, but good in some strange sort of way. I sang:
"To call
at 7:03
and on your machine I slur a plea
for you to come
home…
But I know it's too late
and I should've given you
a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason
to stay…"
It was a sad, heart-rending song, but even more so as I remembered the motive behind it. I was only 15 at the time, going out with Riku Harada. She'd just asked me to play a song in the talent show, for her.
I'd practiced feverishly, choosing a happy song that would make her giggle in glee.
An hour before I was supposed to go on, she broke up with me, leaving me crying.
I couldn't play my song. I had to play this one… one I'd never played in front of an audience.
Thirty seconds into it, I messed up.
Then my E string broke.
I ran off the stage, leaving my dignity behind.
The song haunted me, a bitter taste in my memories… a dark spot on my life. I was so deep in thought, reminiscing, that I didn't notice Krad glide into the room, didn't notice that my cheeks were wet with tears.
I did notice when Krad came behind me and hugged me. He was warm.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, looking at me worriedly.
I whimpered. Yeah, I whimpered. I'm a whimpery sort of guy. Deal with it.
Krad said nothing, just gathered me up into his arms and lifted me off the chair. "Wha-?" I started, but it was no use- the blonde was already on his way to the bedroom, me in his arms.
Ooookay. I was no stranger to Krad's weird mood swings, ones that left him homicidal and wanting to just kill something, others that made him very jumpy, hyper even, and others that… well… er… fill in the blanks.
This was new.
He put me down on my bed and sat next to me. "What?" he asked bluntly, staring at me intently.
"I was just… reminiscing."
"Painful memories?"
"Yeah. Painful memories and haunting songs."
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Satoshi's POV
We played at another club that night to thunderous applause like usual. It was all routine to me, the packing up and driving over in our humongous gas-guzzling van, then setting up, playing, packing up again, and driving home considerably more inebriated.
Dark had been messing around with a notepad, writing random song lines and humming the entire ride home. Daisuke was drunk- I knew because he started looking up at the ceiling muttering unintelligibly to himself- and blissfully singing Panic At the Disco songs. Krad was driving, thankfully sober.
We pulled up to the curb, Krad parked, and Daisuke fell out of the van. "Crap!" yelled Krad, running over to the passenger side. "What's wrong with you, man?"
"Fiiiiiishiiiieesssss…" replied Daisuke, grinning crazily.
Krad looked over at me with a "what the hell is he on" look, then rolled Daisuke into his arms and schlepped him up the stairs.
Dark was still in the van. I reached over and poked him, and he instantly looked up. "Hmmm?"
"We're home. Get out of the car."
He opened the door and slinked out, leaving me to bring up my bass and Daisuke's guitar with a sigh.
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Still Satoshi's POV
Dark had collapsed on the kitchen counter, and Krad was trying to pry Daisuke off after successfully making it up the stairs when I got up to our apartment.
I hoisted one of Dark's arms up and helped him over to the bedroom, where I unceremoniously deposited him into a bed. "G'night…" he muttered before falling asleep.
Daisuke and Krad were still in a bit of a wrestling match, I guessed, so I changed into my and went to bed.
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Krad's POV
Daisuke wouldn't let go.
Okay, it had been a bad idea to take pity on him and give him a hug when he'd asked for it, though it sounded more like "Gimmeahuuuuug" than anything else.
Now I had a parasite clinging to me, and nothing I said would get him to stop.
Of course, I hadn't tried the Last Resort… the thing that'd been nagging the more perverse part of my mind for the last couple of days… after I'd seen Satoshi and Dark making out. Randomly.
Okay, maybe not so randomly. Dark and I had lived in the same apartment for a while before Daisuke and Satoshi joined our roving band of…bandness. We hadn't done anything while drunk, besides groan heavily in the mornings and puke our guts out after trying to remember what we'd done the night before.
So why had Dark suddenly gone shonen-ai on me?
Daisuke's grip loosened, and I successfully pried his arms off. "Okay." I muttered, with a relieved sigh.
Then he looked up at me, put his hands on my shoulders, and kissed me.
Whoa.
Daisuke suddenly broke away and slunk quickly into the bedroom without another word.
I was too stunned to do anything but plop my shocked self into a chair.
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Ahaha!
The next chapter will be more awesome than this chapter, with a bit more fluff and less drunkenness. Don't despair, readers!
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