I have rediscovered my favorite Author on FF of all time. De'Letris.(I honestly dedicate this whole story to her!) I shall shamelessly endorse her story Hot Damn. I actually owe her some art/ad posters for that story. I am a huge fan of hers and I think that if you like my story you'll love hers, and she made Lena awesome as a girl to boot!

I also apologize about this being a day late. I've had a horrid start to the year. We had a family emergency. So take this filler chapter as my gift of repentance.

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Chapter Six :.: AkumA.

Road Kamelot was leaned back into her chair, as far as she could. Her arms draped so that she was almost hugging her knees. She was day dreaming of what her first real concert would be like . . . again.

The stage lights would be all on her. She'd have her heavy stage make-up accentuating her golden eyes. The crosses that she'd have painted on her face would gleam wickedly and her spiked hair would be perfect. Not a strand out of place.

Now, Road wasn't too vain.

She did know that there was more to being a rock star than the awe worthy clothes. She knew her voice was the key. And she had unlocked a great many doors with it already. She had this bone chilling tone that she often used when singing, it would have even one upped David Draiman while he had sang 'Down with the Sickness'.

She could have sat there in her chair day dreaming all day with that look on her face that screamed 'orgasmic.' She would have sat there, if not for a pair of drum sticks that whizzed past her face, barley missing her nose.

Road turned around to sit in her chair backwards, sending a small scowl at the Drum Monkeys. "Watch it with those things . . . You nearly hit my face."

"We're sorry Road!" The twin boys called in unison, ducking beneath their drums. Jasdero and Debito were the two drummers for AkumA, the band Road was the singer for. As they bunkered down in their ring of drums Road laughed with a playful tone.

"Did you honestly think I would hurt you for this? You missed. If it had hit, then you would have been in deep trouble." She laughed deeply at the boys' relaxing expressions. Oh how funny they could be.

"Don't you think you three should be practicing?" The deep voice belonged to the band's lead guitarist, Tyki Mikk. "After all, we do have a little competition with that absolute nuisance of a group, Dark Order was it?"

"Black Order, Tyki. And I thought that you of all people would remember it. Seeing as your beloved Deak is still in it." Jasdero giggled his high pitch as Debito snidely corrected the senior.

Tyki glowered down at the boys and thought that he would either have to start bashing their heads in on the very drums that they played, or that he would need to simply kill them.

Then again, their drums where property of the band, and thus would cost them money to repair, and 'JasDebi's skills were incredibly hard to come by, and certainly could never really be replaced.

"Debito stop teasing him. Deak is a taboo subject, and you know it." Road narrowed her eyes at him. She had paused, giving herself time to grin wickedly. "Only I can torture him with that." Tyki shook his head and scoffed at them. "So, guys, I was thinking about our next show. For our next song line up at the House of Blu. . .

Tyki gazed away from Road, tuning her out of his head completely. Tease was calling him.

He gingerly strummed a cord on his instrument. 'Tease'. She was a sinfully beautiful bass guitar, what, with her purple and blue tattoo-esque butterflies airbrushed on with a gentle hand. The card suits hiding themselves with in the insects' wings. His Deak had drawn the designs on with a sharpie a long while ago and later airbrushed it himself.

That was all before he'd changed. He'd morphed into the new and disgusting persona 'Lavi'. The creature that now draped himself all over the imbecilic Asian boy. Sometimes Tyki had even contemplated burning Tease, as wonderful looking as she was. But she held so many good times, and so few bad. But he wanted "Lavi" to see her, to see that Tyki had kept it in as wonderful a condition as humanly possible.

To see that Tyki still owned "Deak",

'And not that bastard!'

His darker personality flashed into his amber eyes, making them look black. How he hated that. He hated Kanda Yu with a passion that very nearly rivaled his adoration for his Deak. But it was that absolute hate that had landed him here. He had originally attended Black Church. But he and the keyboard player from Black Order had gotten in a rather large tiff about a year and a half ago. He very nearly killed the boy, all because he defended his leader, saying that that Asian punk deserved Deak more than he ever had.

And so here Tyki ended up, at St. Noah's school for delinquents and ne'er-do-wells.

He strummed the bass again. 'Tease'. Deak had been such a tease, even now as Lavi he was-

"Tyki!"

He snapped up his head and stared into Road's glaring gold eyes, his train of thought utterly broken. Her nose was touching his, she was far too close for comfort. He could also swear that he had heard Jasdero and Debito giggling and snorting at him. He blinked as he stared back at Road. How long had he been in his daze?

"You didn't hear a word I've said! Ugh! You are such a pain." She threw her hands up in the air and backed away a few steps. "I'll print you the list of songs and sheet music. Be memorized by Wednesday."

She started to leave the rehearsal room, but paused and half turned to face him.

"Stop thinking about that silly band, Black Order. You're in AkumA now."