Chapter Nine
Idol Disappointment
Skwisgaar watched as the bartender filled the tiny shot glass, "Hay's, hurrys it up." He said, impatiently tapping his fingers against the counter top.
"N, no problem sir!" said the balding man, shaking as he prepared the drink. It was great for business whenever the band stopped by the Knotty Bar, but they often caused more trouble than the publicity was worth. The bartender did not dare ask them to leave, fearing the wrath of a drunken Dethklok. The man slid the guitarist his drink, quickly running to the other end of the bar to attend to customers there.
"Dildo's." Skwisgaar mumbled, tilting the concoction to his lips.
Toki drunkenly chatted next to him, "…you's know, then she say, 'I don't know how to do's that Toki's, how you plays this guitars', then I say, 'I's shows you how to play's it', and I hold up the guitars, then I start playing and the string break! She not even mad at me, she just laugh's! I hopes we can keeps Kyrie, don't you Skwisgaar?"
The blond rolled his eyes, "All's you ever talks about is dat' girl, you think she was fancy cheese or somethings."
"She is nothing but a s…a soul…aw damn it, what's the word?" Murderface slurred, swaying on the bar stool, "Hey that reminds me. HEY DOUCHE BAG!" he slammed his fist onto the counter top, the bartender quivered in fear, "Bring me more bar nuts."
"Who's nuts?" Nathan asked, the band broke out in immature giggles.
Whenever they decided to go out on the town, almost always against Charles' wishes, Dethklok mostly kept to themselves. Locals and fans had pestered them initially, but after a few beatings and 'accidental' deaths, patrons of the Knotty Bar quickly learned to leave Dethklok alone. Yet amidst the smoke and music, a persistent young brunette and her strawberry blond friend sat cozily next to Pickles.
"You're really the same Pickles from Snakes and Barrels?" the brunette asked, twirling a curl of her short hair around her finger. Pickles grinned, clearly intoxicated, and wrapped an arm around the girl.
"The very same."
The girls squealed with fan-girlish delight, "And that's Nathan?" the blond girl asked, pointing to the lead singer.
"Hey Nat'an, come say hi to these lovely ladies." Pickles motioned, Nathan starred drunkenly at them.
"Hi…" he muttered, he was never very keen on picking up ladies. Pickles rolled his eyes.
"He's just bein' shy, why don't 'chu go talk to him?" he suggested to the blond, as the brunette began to whisper sexual things into his ear. Pickles' grin widened, it promised to be an interesting night.
While the rest of his band mates were enjoying themselves, Skwisgaar was having a lousy time. It struck him as odd that there wasn't at least one woman in the entire bar he wouldn't mind taking home, it wasn't as if he were all that picky about it. Yet as he browsed through the crowd of people, no one seemed worth the effort.
"I bet she talks to it." Murderface said, downing another drink. "Probably worships that locket like some religious nut. Better be careful Skwisgaar, or she'll cast a spell on you."
Toki spun around on the bar stool, "She not, it probably just a misunderstanding's, I don't know what she would see in Skwisgaar."
"Would you's guys PLEASE stop's talking about her?!" the lead guitarist yelled. He glared at Toki, who looked as if he were about to throw up from spinning on the stool to much. Skwisgaar was sick of hearing about Kyrie, or about her crush. It didn't really surprise him, lots of women loved the guitarist so what made her crush so special? What made it so interesting that the guys had to bring it up whenever he was around?
As he finished his drink, Skwisgaar admitted to himself that the only reason he tolerated the girl was because of his friend's attachment. If Toki was so fond of her, maybe she wasn't all that bad? She definitely wasn't metal, or brutal, but something about her had caught Toki's attention, and Skwisgaar was curious to find out just what that something was. He set down the glass, making a mental note to get closer to the girl on his own terms later on.
"Let's go." Nathan said, the blond girl clung to him, having successfully seduced the vocalist. Skwisgaar followed his band mates out of the bar, quietly wondering how they would fit the girls into the Murdercycle.
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Skwisgaar yawned in his drunken daze, to tired to make it back to his room or play his guitar. Toki and Murderface were passed out on the couch's surrounding him, and Nathan and Pickles had disappeared with the girls from the bar. The guitarist relaxed more on the couch, and just as he felt himself begin to drift to sleep the door of the main room slowly creaked open.
"Toki?" a soft, feminine voice called out. Skwisgaar kept still, unsure if the sound was a real voice or just his imagination
As the footsteps crept closer to the couches, he wondered who the late night visitor could be. 'Maybe's one of those sluts from 'de bar wants a little more?' he thought to himself, feeling a little horny. It was to late in the night to seek out a woman, and Skwisgaar didn't mind taking Nathan's or Pickles' sloppy seconds.
When the figure finally came into focus the girl's eyes were fixated on the couch Toki slept on, "Kyrie's?" Skwisgaar asked.
Kyrie froze, she had only seen Toki and Murderface and from that had deemed the room was safe to enter. If she would have known Skwisgaar was there as well she wouldn't have dared entered, the awkward locket situation still plagued her mind. It was to late to run, so she half looked in Skwisgaar's direction,
"Hi Skwisgaar…" she whispered, motioning a hello.
The guitarist sat up from the couch, a sly grin on his face, "What's you's doing up so late, all alone's?"
Kyrie looked away nervously, "You guys were gone for a while, so when you got back I went to talk to Pickles, but these…sounds, were coming from his room. This other room too, such loud and scary sounds…and screaming too."
Skwisgaar chuckled, wondering to himself if it were even possible to be that naïve. "Sounds you's say?"
The girl nodded, and eagerly continued her strange-sounds story. "And then, I asked Mister Mute to check it out, but he wouldn't do it, so I came to get Toki so we could investigate!" she looked over at the sleeping rhythm guitarist, "…but I guess he's sleep, we'll go do it later."
"No's, no." Skwisgaar stood from the couch, "I's go with you, to 'investahgates'." He snorted, disguising his true intention.
She frowned, "It's ok, I don't really wanna bother you with this…"
He ignored the comment and stumbled towards the hall, assuming now that this was some sort of game to lure him away from the others. "Nonesenses, we's go find out just what this big bad sounds is."
Kyrie followed a few steps behind him, trying to mask her nervousness. She had expected Mister Mute to be waiting for her, but he had disappeared from the hall. She frowned, unsure of what she would do if Skwisgaar asked about the locket. 'I could just…play it off, or say it was a joke? No, he won't believe that. Maybe I should bring it up or something, so at least I know it's coming, but what if he doesn't even ask? Maybe he thinks it's nothing…but then wh—"
"Hey, you's girl." The guitarist said, distracting Kyrie from her thoughts, "Why you walk so slow?"
"I, uhm…sorry." She mumbled, walking faster. He studied the girl, who nervously starred at the ground and played with her hands. When they finally stopped, she looked around confused. "The one room was…not this way, I think?"
The lead guitarist opened his room door, "Why don'ts you comes inside? We finds the sounds later, maybes?"
She looked around his room curiously, quickly forgetting the strange-sounds incident. "It's just like the magazines described…" she said in awe.
"How do's you likes it?" he asked, hungrily eyeing the girl.
"It's really nice, very…modern, and clean. Pickles' room is a total mess, but this i—" without warning he took hold of her hand, and pulled the girl close to his body.
"How about tonight's, you's be my little Valkyrie?" He whispered into her hair.
Kyrie blushed, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of his warm body against her own. She had dreamed many nights of being this close to her beloved, blond hair cascaded around her and she felt his hands slide down her back. She couldn't help but shiver, feeling both anxious and frightened. In her heart, she felt this closeness meant that he did not rejected her, maybe it meant he felt the same way? To her dismay, the smell of alcohol tainted the fantasy.
Against the wishes of her heart and body, Kyrie looked away and mumbled, "You're drunk, I should go."
"Why should you's leave? Eh?" He seductively asked, tilting the girls chin so their eyes met. "Why not stay with me tonight?" She felt lost in his gaze, and had it not been for the liquor on his breath, she would have allowed him to kiss her.
She pushed him away gently, narrowly avoiding his lips. "I really don't think I should be here."
"Maybe's we just need's to gets you a little drink's, huh? To loosened's you's up."
He released her, moving to get a drink for the girl, "I should, ah, go. I don't really have time to drink." She quickly said.
Skwisgaar stopped, assuming her comment meant that she didn't want to wait any longer for him. He grinned, "A girl who knows what's she wants, I's not expected that from you. Let's get's down to business." He pulled off his shirt, revealing delicate porcelain skin, and loosened the skull belt buckle around his waist. Kyrie's mouth dropped,
"Wah?! What're you doing?" she shouted, covering her eyes and blushing. She was interested in the guitarist, but in all her wildest dreams she never imagined 'it' happening this fast. She had always thought that there was bonding, dates, romance, and things of that nature before sex ever came into the picture.
Skwisgaar wrapped his arms around the girl, placing soft kisses down her neck. "S—stop!" she yelled.
He pulled away and folded his arms, an irritated expression on his face, "What is this? You's carry my picture around, you's comes with me to my room, you's tell's me you don't wants to wait, and now's you's say stop??"
Kyrie starred at him confused, and then decided to take his accusations one sentence at a time, "You told me you'd help me find what the sound was, that's the only reason I followed you here." He rolled his eyes, refusing to believe the statement, Kyrie continued anyway,
"I carry the picture because I…I care about you, so much." She blushed, feeling strangely exhilarated having finally confessed her feelings, "You're like…the world to me. The only reason I went through all of those hardships to finally be here, it was all to meet you. To know you, to be around you…But just because of that, just because I care, doesn't mean I want this. Not this way at least…"
"You's not want this? Who's do's you thinks you's are?!" he spat, as drunken sexual frustration began to get the best of him, "Who doesn't want's this? Fastest guitarist in 'de worlds, ladies would kill's to's have just one nights with me, and you's say no??"
The realization slowly began to sink in, Skwisgaar was not her special someone. "I guess so."
He hung his head low, and pointed to the door, "Get out." He growled in a harsh tone.
Kyrie nodded, accepting the fate, and quietly left his room.
Skwisgaar stood stiff, pointing to the door long after she had left. His hair covered his face, and his bright blue eyes were closed. It wasn't as if this were the first time he had ever been rejected. There had been a few women, far more beautiful and talented than that girl who had also refused his advances. Some nobody from an unknown band shouldn't have impacted his ego at all, yet it stung a little that this girl, this kid who claimed to 'care' about him, would reject him.
He resented it, yet something deep inside him couldn't help but respect it. Maybe this was the something that Toki saw in her?
Skwisgaar relaxed his aching arm. The pain prohibited him from playing his guitar, which was the usual remedy to calm his nerves. He threw his hair back, "Womens would kill to have just one nights with me, that dildo's not know what she is missing's." he reassured himself.
He retreated to his bed, still feeling sexually frustrated, and still too tired to find a woman for the night. Skwisgaar slid a hand down his pants, settling with spending the night alone with his hand.
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Nathan pulled up his pants, a little less than satisfied with his one nighter. He had been a little much for the girl, who claimed rough sex just 'wasn't her forte'. It irritated him when she said that, why would he be slow, and patient, and make love to a stranger from a bar? That was reserved for a relationship, and he hadn't been in one since Rebbecca. The session with the ditzy bar blond ended sooner than he had wanted, and she was wrapped in his blankets, snoring in an obnoxiously loud manner.
He headed out of his room to get some air, "Hey, get rid of that in there."
The passing Roadie nodded, "Yes, my Lord." And went to collect the girl and her things.
Slightly sober now, Nathan wondered why he brought the girl back in the first place. It wasn't a habit of the band, with the exception of Skwisgaar, to bring women into Mordhaus. "This aint a place for a lady." He said to himself, looking out the window as he advanced down the hall.
Nathan ended up in the main room, noting Toki asleep on his side, and Murderface sitting up with his arms folded and a malevolent expression on his sleeping face. He headed towards the bar for a beer, stopping at a nearby plant to relieve himself. He quickly unzipped his pants, and pulled out his—
"What the hell Nathan?!"
Behind the sofa Toki slept on, he noticed Kyrie sitting on the floor, shielding her eyes. "Hey Kyrie." He casually said as he began to pee.
"Why are you, eh…" she sighed, asking for a rationalization would only complicate things, and it had already been a bad enough night.
Nathan finished up and grabbed a beer, sitting at a stool near the bar. "Past your bedtime, isn't it?"
She cautiously unshielded her eyes, "I just wanted some…needed some…I couldn't sleep." She finally said. The statement was true, for the most part. Skwisgaar had been her motivation for so long, and now without that she felt hollow on the inside. The emptiness was so sudden, so abrupt, so unexpected that she couldn't even bring herself to cry. She just felt numb, and lost.
"It's alot on my mind…" she whispered.
Nathan nodded, as if he understood. "You talked to Skwisgaar yet?" he asked, attempting to make light conversation about the crush; the only thing he really knew about the girl besides her decent cooking.
"Sort of…" she mumbled, "It didn't really go well."
"That's, uhm, to…bad."
She sighed again, "It's alright, Al told me it was silly to think I could get close to him anyway, it was stupid to think I'd even be able to. I guess he was right…" Nathan snickered, and she cocked an eyebrow, "What's so funny?"
"I wouldn't let anyone tell me that, tell me I couldn't do what I wanted."
Kyrie blinked, "Well, Al only has my best interest in mind."
"What's it matter if he does?"
"It's good that he does, like, it means he wouldn't let me do something that would get me hurt or anything."
Nathan raised an eyebrow, "Like a manager, or something?" She giggled and shook her head no, "You can't let someone else dictate your life for you, whatever the interest is."
"He isn't dictating my life, just advice, and stuff…"
"Hmpf. If you like Skwisgaar, and it didn't work out, doesn't mean you did something wrong, or that somethings wrong with you." he downed more beer, "…it's pretty metal that you'd even take the chance, with people barking at you that it was stupid anyway."
It was the first time she had seen this side of him before, and Kyrie couldn't help but stare. She hadn't expected him to say more than a few words, and to her it seemed almost as if he were more normal than he usually let on, "It's so much more to you than what meets the eye, Nathan."
He stiffened, the statement made him feel embarrassed for some reason. "Well you, I, don't go to…more…"
"Wha..?" she asked. He looked away, frustrated he couldn't speak his mind right.
"I'm, just gunna go." He muttered.
"Wait!" she called out, Nathan gazed down at the girl, "Just, ok, if you were in my shoes, what would you do?"
He shrugged his shoulders, and answered truthfully. "Whatever I want, fuck what anyone else says."
She smiled at him, although his answer was irrelevant, she still felt comforted by it. Nathan nodded in her direction and headed back to his room, 'More to me than meets the eye, huh?'
I was stuck on how to write Nathan, so much thanks to MARNER for the help!
Luna (Teehee! I like their friendship too xD I just hope I'm not making them seem TOO cute, or anything xP) ; Domi (I thought it would seem cute xD hopefully after this point I can get Nathan acting more than just he likes her food lol ); Firefly (Happy cakes ish love! I had to make Toki sweet Kyrie, I can't imagine him being any other way xD ), Marner (Tribunal is awesome, I can't imagine a Metalocalypse fic without them xD THANKS again for the help, I really wanna see Strangland now 'cause of your PM!). Thanks everyone for the reviews, and to anyone else who may have read :D