| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
“Don’t worry there going to love you guys,” Yamapi said trying to sound encouraging. Mumbles came from all of the girls and he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. “One thing to remember though its visual kei, the fan girls love it when the boys do sexy things . . . with each other.”
He watched as some of the girls eyes grew wide. He didn’t know why they looked so surprised, they should have known that. He knew some of them were fans themselves.
“Okay be slutty with each other got it,” Tyler said and gave him a thumbs up. They quickly moved apart and the girls stood side by side, reminding Yamapi of the first time they had all became guys, leaving the rowdy girls in the bar he met them in.
Tyler was standing there with her white guitar slung over her shoulder, bouncing slightly. She was wearing a black button up shirt and dark blue jeans with a white belt and matching tie. She was wearing those black converses that he had tried to make her get rid of and her shaggy black hair hung slightly in her blue eyes.
Takeo stood next to her friend, her black bass hanging from her hands. Her red faux hawk was perfectly spiked and her brown eyes shined with a deep excitement. She was wearing a pair of red pants with her black shit kicker boots and she had on a white t-shirt with Billy Idols sneering face on it.
Keito stood next to Jude with her blue guitar slung over her shoulder, the guitar resting against her back. Her mismatched eyes looked at Yamapi with a distant look in them and her black hair was just in her face, her square bangs just out of her eyes. She had on a black tank top with a blue flannel shirt over it, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her light blue jeans were baggy and just the toe of her brown hiking boots were showing from under her jeans.
Yuuki was silent as she stood beside Takeo, her drumsticks shoved into the one of the back pockets of her green plaid pants. Her blonde hair was spiked out in the back, her long bangs hanging into her brown eyes. Her green muscle tank was loose on her body and multiple chains hung around her small waist, her Bape shoes looking big on her feet.
Jude stood there, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at Yamapi with a small smile on her lips. She was wearing black jeans that were scrunched up when they met her white boots. Her orange suspenders hung at her sides and a black leather jacket covered her burgundy t-shirt. A black bandana with white skulls was around her neck and her green hair was spiked every which way, bangs just meeting her eyebrows. Her orange eyes narrowed as the smirk on her face became bigger.
“Remember to kick ass out there like I know you can,” Yamapi said before he gave Jude a smack on the shoulder. They all gave him one last smile before they heard their name being announced by someone out on the stage. Jude turned around to look at all her band mates, her friends. She could tell they were all scared and she was too. It was the biggest show of their lives and they had to make a good impression.
“Were guys now let’s remember that,” Jude whispered to them and they all shook their heads. Being guys just gave them an excuse to go over the top and she was planning to and if she knew her friends at all they were going to, too. “Let’s kick some ass,” Jude finished before she turned and headed for the stage, the rest following her closely. The lights were blinding, but as she took her first step on stage it was the most exhilarating feeling she had ever had.
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A hand full of the boys from their label stood to the side of the stage, watching Madam Butterfly perform for the first time. Sho, Jin, Aiba, Miyavi, Junno, Miura, and Kame watched for their spots all enjoying the show. The guys from Madam Butterfly were small, but they were definitely putting on one hell of a show.
Sho had his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watched Tyler run around the stage. He would kick his legs about and run between everyone, leaning against Takeo from time to time lip-syncing the words as Jude sang. Sho laughed to himself, the guy was so full of energy and fearless. A guitar solo came up and Tyler stepped to the front of the stage and held her white guitar behind her head as she shredded, getting a cheer from the audience. Tyler was definitely a showoff.
Kame watched the small guitarist fly around the stage, his white tie flying around as he jumped about. Tyler slid on his knees up to the drums and leaned back, his back meeting the stage as he played his white guitar with an unmatched energy. Kame couldn’t believe that the person he was watching now was the same person that he rescued earlier that day, but it was. He could just make out the swollen lip and cut that Tyler had received earlier in the day. Kame just couldn’t believe his eyes.
Miyavi watched Yuuki silently from the side of the stage. She was drumming her heart out, her blond hair now stuck to the sides of her face and neck from the sweat of playing. She didn’t play the drums crazy like Aiba or angry like Ryo, she played them fluidly. She was in command of them, every sound coming from them perfect. Her brown eyes were closed as she nodded her head back and forth to the beat. She knew it all by heart, her body playing her drums by memory. As he stood there watching her he knew that he had been right. Yuuki was a girl and there was no doubt about it. The whole thing of her being a guy was a farce, a way to get signed to the label. It made perfect since to him and it was a good plan as long as she didn’t get caught. If Yuuki was a girl than he was sure that the rest were too. Miyavi smiled to himself as he thought about it. Was he really the only one that knew that Madam Butterfly was actually a bunch of girls?
Junno smiled from his spot on the sidelines. Keito was standing next to Jude, strumming the guitar to the rhythm. Her mismatched eyes were focused on her guitar and a small smile was on her lips. The guy was so mysterious and Junno found him completely fascinating. He really didn’t get why Shun was afraid of him, but Shun was a scaredy cat when it came to anything supernatural. Keito climbed up on one of the light boxes in front of the stage and played, her head falling back and a small laugh escaping her lips that went unheard. Junno thought that Keito was cool and he didn’t care what anyone else thought either.
Aiba gulped as he watched Keito climb up onto the light box, her head falling back as she laughed, her mismatched eyes closing for a minute. It was that damn feeling again, the fast beating heart that he was desperately trying to ignore. When Keito stood straight again she bit down on the corner of her bottom lip, catching her lip ring in her teeth. Aiba frowned suddenly when a hot flash went through his body. He was so, so, so screwed.
Takeo played her bass with precision, the beat blazing through the speakers around the stage. Her head banged back and forth to the beat violently. Miura watched her jump up and down before she started walking the stage, kicking at Tyler playfully as she passed. She spotted the boys standing at the side of the stage and stuck her tongue out at them before she turned away and started throwing her head around again. Miura scoffed at Takeo. It still irked him that the kid had called him Ojisan. Miura was no uncle, girls had told him otherwise. He was just going to have to straighten the boy out. He had to admit though; the kid was a performer, even getting screams from some of the girls in the crowd when she jumped off one of the speakers, kicking her legs out.
Jin couldn’t take his eyes off the singer in front of the stage. At the moment Jude was caressing the microphone stand as she sang into it, her orange eyes closed. Then she started screaming, a scream that seemed to come the very depths of her soul. It was like nothing he had ever heard before. He had never heard anyone scream like that, the words bringing goose bumps to his skin. It was haunting and raw, her small hands grasping hard on the microphone as she continued to scream. Keito came up to Jude and when she did so Jude leaned over and licked the neck of the guitar that was being held out in front of her. Jin stopped breathing as he watched. He could feel heat creeping up his body as he heard a small grunt at his side, Aiba quickly making his exit. What had just happened was not supposed to be erotic to him in anyway, not ever. He loved girl’s man, he was a lady killer. Jude screamed again waving a bottle of water open toward the crowd, splashing the front few people with water. The music came to an abrupt stop and Jin blinked. They were done.
“Thank you were Madam Butterfly,” Jude said, her voice more raspy than normal. They all gave one final wave before they ran off stage. They didn’t stop as they passed the boys, but Jin swore he saw Jude pass him a quick glance with his orange eyes. Jin’s breath hitched again in his throat as he watched Jude run down the hallway away from them. What the hell had just happened to him? Jude was Jude. Jude was a guy. Guys licking guitars did not turn him on, there was no way. Jin ran a hand through his hair quickly in frustration. Why the hell did Jude have to lick that fucking guitar?
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Author's note: I hope that was good. it was a lot harder than i thought it would be. Getting all the different views was hard so i hope i did it justice. oh and Jude licking the guitar... i actually got that idea from a video on youtube of Ruki from the Gazette doing it. so thanks to ruki for the insperation and actually he has a part in this story, but that's a little later. Thanks for reading and i hope i did your character justice.