Disclaimer: I do not own Kesha's "Tik Tok," "Infected" by Alexa Vega from the musical Repo! The Genetic Opera, and "MaCavity: The Mystery Cat" from the musical Cats. Also appearing is "U + Ur Hand" by P!nk.
Warning: "Infected" has some mild language. If you do not want to read then skip this chapter. "U + Ur Hand" has some rather offensive language.
Chapter Four: Lots of Songs
Tiffany and Amy sat peacefully in front of the twins. Hikaru was caressing Kaoru's hair again, boring them into submission of the sleepy kind.
"Okay, boys-"
"We know you like us."
"So stop paying-"
"More attention to each other-"
"Than to us," they said it like they did everything, together. Haruhi over heard them and tried to refrain from giggling. "He" walked over to Tamaki and whispered what had happened into his ear.
"It seems our two boys have costumers who are more high maintenance than they are used to," Tamaki flared his arm for the millionth time that day. Haruhi sat beside him on the couch, talking to one of the girls. Kyouya sat back, writing little notes in his black notebook. He glanced at his watch and sat at a table near the window.
Ayame walked in with her same "I'll-kick-yo-ass-if-ya-piss-me-off" attitude, spying Kyouya at his table. She slinked over and sat right in front of him.
"How are you today, Ayame?" Kyouya asked, serving her some tea. She smiled in response.
"I'm fine, Kyouya. The music room is bustling as always. Are there really this many girls who want ya'lls attention?" Ayame asked, sipping at her tea. Her multicolored hair moved with her head and a slight wind. Her fingernails had "$%*!" on them.
"Yes, it does," Kyouya tried not to let his eyes stray to her black lips. He was always tempted by her facial expressions. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing together to cause his eyes to move down. He enjoyed the view secretly as he flirted with her.
They ignored comments about Kyouya taking no costumers except for her.
"The American twins and I are going to perform for you, since you are selling my cds. Which of course I thank you for," she smiled again. Kyouya met her eyes and smiled in return.
"And what, pray tell, are they singing?"
"Ever heard of the musical 'Cats'?" Ayame asked. Kyouya nodded. She smiled at him. Her grin was mischievous and said that she wasn't going to tell him.
"Macavity's a mystery cat. He's called the 'Hidden Paw'. For he's the master criminal who can defy the law. He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair. For when they reach the scene of crime then Macavity's not there," halfway during the first verse Amy gets up from her seat and began dancing around the table. She swayed her hips to the beat and made her way towards the couch. A step onto the coffee table drew all attention to her.
"Macavity, Macavity. There's no one like Macavity. He has broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare. And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there," her voice went into falsetto, "You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air. But I tell you once and once again Macavity's not there!"
Amy kneeled on her knees and hit the table twice while Tiffany stood and turned with a seductive smile.
"Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin. You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in. His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed," she indicated his brow and his head with her own. She moved closer to Kyouya and Ayame and leaned against the adjacent table,
"His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. He sways his head from side to side in movements like a snake. And when you think he's half asleep he's always wide awake!"
She stepped in beat the their table, moving her shoulders and arms in fluid shapes.
"Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity. He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square, but when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!" she sang. Amy stepped down from the table and turned to some girls.
"He's outwardly respectable," Amy's voice rang out, dipping on the last note.
"I know," said Tiffany walking to her twin, "he cheats at cards."
"And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's."
"And when the larder's looted or the jewel case is rifled," Tiffany moved to scare the girls.
"Or when the milk is missing or another peke's been stifled," Amy turned to Tamaki and sang it in his ear.
"Or the greenhouse glass is broken," Tiffany turned to Amy as she sung.
"And the trellis past repair," Amy turned to her sister on the first note.
"There's the wonder of the thing, Macavity's not there! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity. There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. He always has an alibi and one or two to spare. What ever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there!" They sang together, walking around the couch. They forced their way onto the couch as they sang the first line of the next verse.
"I might mention Mungojerrie."
"I might mention Griddlebone."
They sang in unison about Macavity being the Napoleon of crime before starting on the refrain and moving onto the back of the couch. Their feet reached the ground on the last time the name was repeated in succession.
"When a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!" they sang the last note and posed for the last beat. Everyone exploded in a monumental applause, even the majority of the host boys. Of course Ayame didn't notice that Kyouya always kept his eyes on her, clapping not to the girl's singing, but to her beauty. Nanami, whom Mori just noticed was there, watched the couple with a smile on her face.
Tamaki stood up, announcing that there was no point in random singing when no one was getting paid for concert.
"Actually, Sempai, the school is paying them to perform. The president feels that they bring an unique character and draw to the school. Don't you agree?" Nanami spoke then, startling the king. Tamaki stuttered for a moment before sitting down as still as stone, completely white. Haruhi waved "his" hand in front of Tamaki's face before sitting down "himself." Nanami suddenly began rapping:
"Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy. Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack 'cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back. I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes. Trying on all our clothes, clothes.
Boys blowing up our phones, phones. Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs. Pulling up to the parties. Trying to get a little bit tipsy. Don't stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no," she sang the last few lines a second time while dancing around Mori, shocking him backwards onto his caboose. She moved with the beat around the room dancing and singing. She jumped on to a table on the last word of the chorus.
"Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer. Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here. And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger, but we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger. I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk. Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk. Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk. Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out. Or the police shut us down, down. Police shut us down, down. Po-po shut us down," she rapped, dancing wildly, but sexily on the table. She jumped down as she started the chorus again. She finished, falling on purpose to the ground.
"DJ, you build me up, you break me down. My heart, it pounds. Yeah, you got me. With my hands up you got me now. You got that sound. Yeah, you got me. DJ, you build me up, you break me down. My heart, it pounds. Yeah, you got me. With my hands up. Put your hands up. Put your hands up. Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in," she started the chorus and continued with the beat until the end of the song. Everyone stared at her with their mouths wide open in shock. No one except for Ayame ever thought she would sing such a radical song about partying.
"You are singing as well, I'm assuming," Kyouya spoke with conviction. Ayame smiled at him before standing and walking over to Nanami.
"You've done well, Nanami," Ayame whispered into her ear, embracing her.
"I'm...infected. I'm infected by your genetics. Shilo, I'm the doctor. Shilo, I'm your father. Oh, Shilo, that was close! Take your medicine. I'm infected by your genetics. Shilo, you're my patient. Shilo, be more patient! You have limitations, don't go chasing flies. I must be protective. You cannot be reckless.
That's what is expected when you are infected," Ayame sang, bursting through the first verse full of hatred and resentment as she geared the song to her own father. She stalked to a girl sitting on the couch and leaned forward to seem menacing, but pulled back before going to another.
"I'm infected by your genetics. I'm infected by your genetics. And I don't think that I can be fixed. No, I don't think that I can be fixed. Tell me why, oh why are my genetics such a bitch?" Hard rock started on the last word and she began stalking towards Tamaki. Her boots made clanking noises on the hard wood floors and the chains jingled.
"It's this blood condition. Damn this blood condition. Mother can you hear me? Thanks for the disease! Now I am sequestered, part of the collection. That's what is expected when you are infected. That's what is expected when you are infected. That's what is expected when you are infected," Ayame moved to Honey-sempai and patted him on the head before moving to Mori.
"How much of it's genetics? How much of it is fate? How much of it depends on the choices that we make? He says I have her eyes, did I also inherit his shame? Is heredity the corporate, 'cause stop it or am I a slave?" with every question she moved to a different person, finding no answer. Or at least Shilo would be finding no answer had the musical number been in context.
" I'm infected by your genetics. I'm infected by your genetics. What hope has a girl who is sick? My dream of a life past this fence? It really makes no difference. 'Cause I know that I'll never be fixed. Tell me why, oh why are my genetics such a bitch?" the music began to calm as she walked back towards Kyouya who still sat at his table.
"Oh, I want to go outside. Outside. Oh, I want to go outside. Outside," she held the last note just a bit before letting it go and taking her final pose on the floor, like a helpless rag doll. The room erupted in applause. Ayame stood with grace before walking straight over to Kyouya and kissing him on the cheek. She walked out the room, with all eyes on her buttocks.
Ayame stood at her spot by the bar, waiting for Ted to finally start his shift as a DJ. Nanami had gotten her a performance at the local all night club mere walking distance from Ouran Academy. Everyone who went to that school would be there and normally the club has no live music, but this was going to be an exception. After all, Ayame was considered the most famous of any star her age.
She turned to the barkeep and ordered a water with ice and lemon when some jerk bumped into her and spilled his drink all over her front. He glanced up at her.
"Hey, Babe. I'm sorry. Let me buy a drink to make up for it, eh?"
"Maybe. I'll be busy for most of the night, but you could take a seat right up close to the stage and maybe you'll get a show," she said, smirking sexily. The man was taken aback, but welcomed her suggestion as a chance for a reward.
"Nanami, why the hell did you have to send me to a strip club?"
"Because the song that's chosen is perfect for this setting," Nanami popped in and began dabbing her client with paper towels. Ayame rolled her eyes at the girl who was cleaning up the martini that the man had spilled.
"I see some of the fun has already started. Nanami, you promised I could take care of the star," someone said, causing Ayame to look up at a brunette in full rave outfit. She raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"This is Ted, Ayame. He'll be the one to start you up on stage," Nanami's voice was too cheerful for the multicolored haired girl.
"I need new clothes."
"That's fine, just follow me," Ted's voice was just as cheerful as Nanami's. Ayame seriously considered bashing him over the head with a bottle like in an old western.
She followed him cautiously until he opened the door for her. She thanked him with a smile before stepping in. There were rows upon rows of clothes of every types and styles. She chose a leather short skirt and bra. The boots that went with it went all the way up to her thighs. She admired that her abs looked amazing in the costume. She walked to the back of the stage and stood waiting for the music. She nodded towards Nanami who waved out to the crowd. The curtain opened on the first note.
"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh. Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh. Check it out. Going out on the late night. Looking tight, feeling nice. It's a cock fight. I can tell. I just know that it's going down. Tonight. At the door we don't wait cause we know them. At the bar six shots just beginning. That's when dick head put his hands on me. But you see," she sang, strutting on the stage. Her eyes roamed the room flirtatiously as she shook her ass all over the place.
"I'm not here for your entertainment. You don't really want to mess with me tonight. Just stop and take a second. I was fine before you walked into my life 'cause you know it's over before it began. Keep your drink just give me the money. It's just you and your hand tonight," Ayame's voice rang over the crowd as she pointed to some poor man, who was obviously dealing with a problem that was hard to handle.
"Midnight. I'm drunk, I don't give a fuck. Wanna dance by myself. Guess you're outta luck. Don't touch, back up. I'm not the one, buh bye. Listen up it's just not happening. You can say what you want to your boyfriends. Just let me have my fun tonight, Aiight? I'm not here for your entertainment. You don't really want to mess with me tonight. Just stop and take a second. I was fine before you walked into my life 'cause you know it's over before it began. Keep your drink just give me the money. It's just you and your hand tonight," she moved as she sang, her body seemed to hum. The man who spilled his drink on her earlier was drooling as she began pole dancing through part of the verse. She then turned back to the front and got down on her knees.
"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh. Break, break. Break it down. In the corner with your boys you bet 'em five bucks. You'd get the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck. We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see, so quit spilling your drinks on me yeah! You know who you are. High fivin', talking shit, but you're going home alone arentcha?" Ayame spoke the last part, staring directly at the man who had the nerve to flirt with her after spilling his drink all over the silk skirt she was wearing. She poured a martini on him purposefully before standing and strutting to the pole again.
"Cause I'm not here for your entertainment. No, you don't really want to mess with me tonight. Just stop and take a second. I was fine before you walked into my life. Cause you know it's over, know it's over, before it began. Keep your drink just give me the money. It's just you and your hand tonight. It's just you and your hand," she repeated the chorus twice before posing with her hands on her hips. The crowd erupted in applause before she stalked out, into the cold night air with a ghost of a smile on her lips.
I'm sorry it took so long, but I have college. Not to mention finals are next week with Christmas break! Gr! Anyway. I don't know when I'll be able to update again, but I hope you enjoyed!
Love,
BWRThorn
