Any guesses on who Oz's manager is? You'll find out this chapter. Please review! Btw, I've never been drunk so be forgiving.
Title: Rockstar
World: AU
Characters: Oz/Gil
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own the song this story is based off of, Pandora Hearts, or its characters.
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Rockstar
The bass was booming and moving through Oz, rattling his bones and boiling his blood just the way he liked it. Or maybe the boiling he felt in his veins was from the several cups of alcohol he'd already drained, but Oz decided it was the music. He tapped his finger against his glass absentmindedly and crossed his legs. Frowning slightly, he looked around the club. Raven was supposed to be here already, not that he was terribly late, but damn it all if Oz wasn't getting impatient.
Determined to not over think the possibility he was being stood up, the musician took in his surroundings. The floor was plain black tile; the walls, in some areas, had striped wall paper, and in other places plain concrete. Upon the concrete sections were framed, mounted vinyl records and Oz instantly wondered if one of them was his; the DJ at the front of the club was out of view from where he sat but the music was just as loud. Low, pink and white light made the place feel a bit more sexual.
Now watching the people, Oz self consciously pushed up his sunglasses as two girls eyed him from the dance floor. He offered a smile but dismissively looked away. Maybe it's my disguise, thought Oz, but it couldn't be. He had told Raven what he would be looking like—"Remember, I'll be wearing sunglasses and my hair will be dark brown. Okay?"
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Raven weaved his way between the sea of dancing bodies. He politely pushed himself off the dance floor and towards the back where Oz said he had reserved a table. Sunglasses and brown hair, sunglasses and brown hair…he told himself as he looked left, right and—there. True to his word, there sat Oz; peering over the top of black sunglasses, his hair chocolate brown.
He motioned to the chair besides him as Raven approached the table. He beamed when the raven haired man sat without hesitation. "Raven! I thought you'd never come."
"Sorry…"
Oz waved him off and placed his sunglasses on the table. "You wanna drink?" Said the blonde, swirling his own in his left hand for emphasis.
"I…I don't drink." Oz frowned as if insulted and swallowed the rest of his amber alcohol.
"So, Raven…you—you seeing anyone?" The other man swore he heard Oz slur. He wondered how much the blonde had already drunk.
"No," Said Raven honestly.
"Me neither!" He sent the other man a dazzling smile that made the other man blush. "Ah…whops." Said the famous blonde, referring to the shattered glass on the floor that he'd knocked over in his excitement. Acting like it never happened, he hopped out of his chair, over the shards of glass, and over to Raven's side. Taking his hand, Oz pulled the noirette out of his chair and was dragging him to the dance floor before Raven could even blink.
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Raven was stunned. There he was, in a crowded club with Oz Vessalius—the Oz Vessalius—who was drunker than drunk and was grinding on him rather suggestively. And Raven couldn't move. Oh, how badly he wanted to, but he was rooting in place with wide eyes. Suddenly, Oz stopped his exotic dancing and pressed his chest to the noirette's.
"Raven," he drawled out, "why won't you dance with me?~"
"Y-you're drunk, Oz."
Emerald eyes blinked. "What? Me? Pfffft, ha ha! I think you're drunk, Mr. Raven."
"I wish," said person mumbled under his breath.
The singer chuckled. Snaking his arms around the taller man's neck, he bluntly stated, "I am going to kiss you now."
Raven's heart stopped. In his shock, Oz managed to lean up on his tiptoes and firmly press his lips to Raven's. A shock of electricity was shared between their lips, flooding down into the rest of their bodies. The black haired man groaned, but nonetheless placed his hands on Oz's chest and pushed him back until they're lips were separated.
Oz was suddenly very aware of the thundering music assaulting his eardrums. "Hey…Raven?" He shouted.
"Yeah?"
"I…don't like it here."
Gilbert chuckled. "Ok, let's leave then." He led Oz off of the edge of the dance floor but followed the blonde in disguise back to their original table.
They sat next to each other on the booth side of the table and Oz fished his cell phone out of his black jeans. He held down one and waited. Pressing to his ear, hard, he heard it ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey…there…"
"Oz? Are you okay? Where the hell are you?"
"I'm uh…I'm at…um…" he held the phone out to Raven. "You talk to him."
Hesitantly, the golden eyed man held the phone to his ear. "…Hello?"
"Who are you?" Said a male voice, panic laced his words.
"Name's Raven…Oz is right here, he's…" he looked down at Oz, who was now resting his head on Raven's thigh, "…fine."
"Well Raven, I'm Leo, Oz's manager. Could you tell me where you two are?"
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Raven had Oz supported between himself and the smooth concrete wall of the outside of the club. The singer refused to move, and Raven honestly wasn't sure if Oz was awake or not. He ducked his head closer to Oz's to cast a shadow over his face as a group of people walked by, since he had managed to misplace his shades.
"Look, they're kissing."
"Oh my God, that's hot!"
"Shut up, he can hear you!" Three of the people not-so-quietly said to each other as they passed. Raven shot them a golden glare over his and Oz's shoulder. Not ten seconds after they'd turned the corner and were out of sight, a large, black hummer pulled up to the curb by where the two men were. A thin, messy-haired boy jumped out of the passenger side and started towards them. Raven straightened himself and Oz out, ignoring the blonde's groans of protest.
The boy—who isn't exactly a boy, he looks to be around Elliot's age, Gilbert thought—stopped walking when he was in front of them. His dark eyes settled on Oz before flicking up to meet Raven's gaze.
"What the hell happened to him?"
Guessing the other raven haired man was Oz's manager, Raven proceeded to tell him how Oz was the same when he'd met him at the club. Without looking convinced, he put an arm around the singer's waist and helped hoist him into the backseat.
"You need a ride, Raven?"
"Sure, thanks." He climbed into the back seat and quickly found Oz's head in his lap again.
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"This guy has been on my ass since we left the club…"
Raven and Leo both turned around to look out the back window. Sure enough, a small group of cars with obvious cameras on the dash were right behind them.
Turning again, Raven and Leo's eyes met. "Looks like you're staying with us tonight, okay? Keep him down," he added, pointing at Oz before turning to look at the driver.
"We're being followed. Damn you Liam. Take a left here—stop apologizing, just drive!"
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I seriously hate this chapter -.-' sorry guys, review?