Males: Nathan Explosion & Pickles

Series: Metalocalypse

Dark blue eyes narrowed, anger floating in their murky depths, the scene laid out before them was one that made her teeth clench in anger and frustration.

Pale slim fingers twitched in annoyance as twin pairs of green eyes gazed up at her. One set was glazed over as if bored, and coming down from God knows what high, the other pair at least had the decency to avert her gaze.

"What the hell...guys...really?!" A high heeled foot began to tap on the cold stone floor, pearly white teeth chewing on a pink plump lip. "What did I say last night befor you hung up on me?" Her tone was sharp and sounded much like a scolding mother.

The larger more stocky male grunted as he sat up, beer bottles and other debris falling from his stocky person to join the other piles of garbage on the floor. A large calloused hand ran through long tangled black locks as if bored.

His green eyes took in his band's new manager, after Charles had left and the company head murdered another company had taken over, she was tiny. Smaller than Toki and skinner then Skwisgaar but the stance she was in shouted confidence.

She was decked out in some fancy clothes, no doubt prada or some other shit, black pants with a matching blazer and white undershirt. Pft, such a douchebag.

He was tired of all these damn douchebags their new company kept sending them. When would Tashio corps stop sending them douchebags? Jeez. He gave this one a week.

Hell not even Abigail had lasted a month and that was counting the fact that they were dating, the pressure of being DethKlok's manager just wore her down. Then again she had been kidnapped and tortured...but still.

Just the thought of his now ex made him want to go on another bender with Pickles. Pickle's had become his rock in the aftermath of everything, no homo, being older and having gone through AA(multiple times) he was there to help him work through it but also keep him in check(mostly). Plus they always had fun when they went on binges together and right now he wanted to go on another one. But first he had to deal with their new manager.

"What are you my fucking mother?" His voice was low and gravely from his many years of being the lead singer of Dethklok.

Pickle's gave strangled chuckle.

Blue eyes narrowed in anger as she shifted her weight on her feet, crossing her arms under her bust. Her Nii-sama wasnt kidding when he said these guys were a handful. Sure she had vaguely heard of them, not being to up to date on death metal bands, but dear god. She had seen the destruction one of their shows could ensure.

Sure she wasn't there in person, she was en route from Japan, but she saw the live feed and briefly talked with them via a phone conference before they rudely hung up on her. Her Nii-sama wasn't kidding when he said only she could handle them. Being so close to only two of the members she could feel the dark mystic power that surrounded them.

Whether they knew it or not their words and actions held much more power than they could even begin to understand. She knew they had been somewhat introduced to the seedy underside of the world, the one with more magical begins and prophecies.

It was obvious they were in denial...that or just didn't give a shit and she was here to make sure they did give a shit. The world depended on them and in retrospect her...again.

At least this time she was getting paid.

"No, Nathan, I met your mother and she's a saint. I'm your new manager. We talked on the phone yesterday." She paused to glance over at the other male in the room.

He was shorter than Nathan, and much skinnier and lankier. His skin was just as pale yet was offset by his red dreadlocks. His green eyes, a shade lighter than Nathan's own dark orbs, were gazing in her direction but not at her.

"Look, I get you just had a show and wanted to unwind but seriously. Not even pigs shit where they eat." She cocked her head towards the huge mess that they sat in. At least the other band mates had the sense to take their parties back to their rooms, these two had barely made it inside the front hall before saying fuck it and went wild.

Empty bottles, food containers and food littered the floor. Various piles of puke and god knows what else was spewed about. It was disgusting.

Nathan growled deep in his throat, not liking her tone. Sensing Nathan's anger Pickles was quick to stand up and stand between the still sitting Nathan and their manager. "Look lady, this is our house we can do what we want. We're fucking dethklok."

She gave a low snort, her foot kicking a beer can away from her. "I get that, you're the big bad band Dethklok. But you're so much more than that and you need to realize that. I'm not saying you can't party and go on binges and bang groupies...just do in it a better place. Since you two passed out here." She glanced around the front hall making them do so as well. "We were unable to get things done that needed to be done."

Nathan glowered as he stood up,pushing past Pickle's, his height towering over hers in a show of intimidation. She merely looked up at him, dragon fire swirling in her eyes.

She had faced down much bigger and stronger foes, she would not bow to him.

Prophecy be damned.

Pickles was quick to pull Nathan back, while he understood how Nathan felt he wasnt one for letting women get hurt. Despite being in such a brutal band he was a nice guy...deep down.

"Hey now guys, lets just take a deep breath." Nathan huffed but turned away from their new manager. He wouldn't admit it out loud but the way she glared up at him stirred things in him. It was like what he felt with his ex...but more intense.

More brutal.

A small strained smile wormed its way on her face as she turned to face Pickle's. "Thank you Pickle's, now in case you forgot my name is Kagome Higurashi and I'm your new manager. Appointed by the head of Tashio records. I'm here to take over your previous manager's duties as well as make sure you guys stay alive." She paused to let that sink in for a second before continuing.

"If that means you think I'm a raging bitch then whoop de fucking do. I'm here to keep you guys in check, to an extent, and breathing not be your babysitter or best friend. Though I can tell you, things will go much smoother if we at least try to get along. I'm not a complete horrid bitch and I'm sure you guys aren't just spoiled self centered douche holes." The smirk that wormed its way on her face made both males gap at her in shock.

Were they expecting her to suck up to them, to sugar coat everything? To baby them and bend to their every whim? Pft, hell no. She would lay it out plain and simple. They could do what they wanted and whom they wanted up to a point. If it endangered them or those around them then she would step in(concerts exempt because the fans knew what they were getting into when buying a ticket). She would also do her best to keep them out of jail, or at the very least keep the law breaking to a minimum.

While doing all of that she would also do her best to get them to accept their destinies as well as prepare them for what was still to come. Plus if she could get them to drop an album or two that was just the icing on the cake.

Shrugging her shoulders almost casually she turned her back to them. "Can I trust you guys to clean up your mess? I have to go wake up the others. The Klokateers will be busy rebuilding the outer fence's, someone rammed through them with a party bus, as well as escorting Skwisgaar's 'company' home. So please don't bug them. When you're done feel free to come join Toki and I. We'll be in the conference room planning out a trip to Disneyland to celebrate his cat's birthday."

With that she took her leave, leaving the two males looking after her in shock, both pairs of eyes trained on her toned ass.

A thick silence fell over the two being broken only when Nathan gulped thickly, his hands clenching at his sides. "I think I'm in love."

Pickle's could only nod slowly. "Me too." He paused, swallowing thickly.

"Halfies?" While they had never shared a woman before, because that was kinda gay, they were not willing to let another one of them get between them and their band. Not when they had just come to terms with the fact that they were indeed a weird fucked up family...no matter how gay it sounded.

Sharing was a foreign concept to both of them but hey, they had been told not even months before that they were the key players in an age old prophecy. Had they not seen what they had with their own eyes they would have called buulshit.

So if they could come to terms with that, then maybe, just maybe, they could come to terms with sharing a woman or at the very least taking turns.

Nathan's lip quirked in a small smirk as he cast Pickle's a smug if not playful look. "I call front." Pickle's flushed throwing his arms in the air in mock anger. "Oh God damnit! No! Not cool Nathan! You know I'm a boob man!" Both men began lightly bickering as they slowly did something they hadn't done in years...picked up after themselves.

AN: So not my best work but meh the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Maybe later on I can add more. I kind of want to do a drabble series where Kagome deals with being their manager and their everyday life. XD I think it would be fun! I might try to do a Skwisgaar and Toki one, IDK.