| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
“Man, what the hell!” Takeo said to herself as she tilted her head to get a better look at the thing. She hadn’t noticed it until she got to work, the glass in the recording booth showing her and Tyler pointing it out with a laugh. The sound of the door to the bathroom opening made her freeze, her brown eyes looking at the reflection in the mirror to see who it was.
He came in with a confident air that bugged her just a little bit. His stride was long and strong, all his steps perfect in stride. His black hair was held back by a pair of white sunglasses, showing off the shaved sides of his head. He didn’t look at her as he passed her and made his way to the urinal, his black pants low on his hips and his grey shirt tight across his chest. Takeo had the urge to scoff at him for his behavior. He was cool and collected now, but whenever Keito was around he turned into a frightened kid, tripping over shit as he tried to get away from her. If Shun only knew how un-cool she thought he was.
The sound of a zipper being undone filled the air and Takeo quickly looked away. Sure she had the urge to look, but she didn’t want him to think she was gay, that wouldn’t be good. Her brown eyes strained in her head as she concentrated at not looking over at Shun’s exposed package, it was such a temptation. The stories that went around about him, about his size where known by anyone who was a fan of The Pony Killers. He was known to have the biggest one in his whole group and she just wanted to know if it was true. She went to fake a cough, turning in his direction, but the sound of the door opening again caught her attention.
The sight that greeted her eyes was quickly one that was becoming hellish to her. Whenever she saw it her blood boiled and her calm became a raging sea. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was about the guy, but Miura drove her completely up the wall. He smirked when he saw her and her eyes narrowed. She wanted to take that stupid red beanie off his head and shove it down his throat. Miura stopped beside her and looked in the mirror, leaning closer as his brown eyes stared at Takeo’s face. He then turned to her and one of his fingers touched right by the zit on her lip.
“Hey kid you have something on your face,” Miura said snidely. Takeo pushed his hand away roughly before she glared at him. She really wanted to punch him in the face.
“I know that Ojisan,” Takeo replied making Miura frown and a small chuckle came from Shun. Miura shot him a look, making him fall silent, before he looked back at Takeo coldly.
“I told you to stop calling me that,” He said with a growl.
“And I told you to stop calling me kid . . . Ojisan,” Takeo said, the last word coming out slowly.
“Takeo I swear I’m going to kick your ass!”
“Yeah I would like to see you try you fucking pansy!” Takeo said as she pushed passed him roughly, knocking him off balance. He stood there for a moment stunned, his blue eyes fixated in Shun’s direction, but not looking at him. He could feel heat rising in him as he heard the door slam after Takeo. Yes, it did seem like a good day to kick the kid’s ass even if they were at work. Miura turned and bolted from the bathroom, slamming the door open as he practically jumped into the hall. Shun stood in his spot in front of the urinal for a moment, a confused look on his face. If they weren’t both guys he would have sworn that they liked each other.
Takeo didn’t turn when she heard the door slam open behind her nor did she turn when she heard thundering feet advancing on her. Takeo didn’t turn until a forceful hand on her shoulder made her. Miura was standing in front of her, his cheeks red with anger and his breathing ragged. His bleached hair was sticking out from underneath his red beanie and it just made him look even more flushed.
“What the fuck do you want, you asshole!” Takeo yelled. She hadn’t seen it coming, but when it did she was knocked back a few steps. Her hand went up to her busted lip and when she pulled it away a few drops of blood decorated her fingertips. She wanted to yell at him, but a small laugh escaped her busted lips instead. Takeo moved her neck from side to side, letting it crack, before she pulled down on her AC/DC shirt. She didn’t say anything as she let one of her fists fly putting all her weight behind it. When it connected with Miura’s face it sent him flying to the ground. He looked back up at her, his blue eyes stunned. He really thought he was going to kick her ass and that just made her angry. He not only thought she was a guy, but a weak one.
“Stay where you belong asshole,” Takeo said before she turned away from him, all her anger dripping from her words. She swallowed as her brow knitted. She knew that she shouldn’t have said the last thing, but her anger wouldn’t allow her to keep her mouth shut. Takeo scratched at the side of her neck as she walked around the corner of the hallway. Why did she have to feel bad about what she just did? Why did she have to like him? He was the devil!
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“Just leave me alone,” Tyler said in frustration as she tried to walk away from him, but he just followed her. She looked behind her quickly and then looked forward again as she made it hastily to a table on the far corner of the large cafeteria. She didn’t know why but the moment she had gotten to work that day Sho had been following her around, giving her shit like he always did. “Can’t you bug someone else?”
“Nope,” Sho said as he sat down on the other side of the table from her. He really just liked to give her a hard time and she hadn’t thought about any way to retaliate against him. She was a guy after all and she couldn’t think of anything to do to him that wouldn’t be something a girl would do. Then suddenly an idea popped into her head, her blue eyes shining as a smirk found its way to her face. He was looking down at his bowl of soup, slurping the noodles into his mouth.
“You like me, that’s it right? I’m not into guys Sho,” Tyler said and as soon as the words left her mouth Sho looked up at her, his red eyes fierce. There it was the exact reaction she was looking for.
“It’s not like that,” Sho said, his voice dangerously low, but Tyler didn’t flinch. She had finally got him and she wasn’t about to back down now.
“Really then why have you been following me around since I got to work, huh? Just to get on my nerves? It seems like a lot just to bug someone. See I think you like me. You can’t resist my manly charm can you?” Tyler said, raising one brow suggestively at him. Sho frowned at her as he continued to chew on his noodles.
“There’s nothing manly about you Tyler,” Sho said. It was the only thing he could think of. He couldn’t explain to Tyler why he was acting the way he was because he couldn’t explain it to himself. Silence fell over the two but it was short lived when the sound of a tray hitting the table shattered it. Tyler and Sho looked over at who had made the noise and Tyler smiled as Kame sat down beside her.
“Hey guys,” Kame said before started eating. Sho looked at him for a minute, his brow furrowed. Kame never ate with anyone.
“So you decided to join the rest of us for once,” Sho said getting Kame’s attention. He smiled as he nodded his head, giving Tyler a sharp pat on the back.
“Just thought I would eat with my new friend here,” Kame said. Tyler let out a strangled laugh before she stuffed her mouth with food. Suddenly she hated the word friend. It meant so many bad things all of a sudden. Plus, she hated being put on the friend bench. A large crash came from the front of the cafeteria and the three looked over at what had caused the commotion. Miura was standing there huffing, his mouth busted and blood running down his chin. From where Tyler was sitting it looked like his teeth had been knocked out from the amount of blood on his mouth.
“Where’s the kid! Where’s Takeo! I’m going to kick his fucking ass!” Miura yelled, his blue eyes looking around wildly. When he failed to see his adversary he quickly exited.
“This isn’t good,” Tyler said as she bolted from her seat and headed for where Miura had just disappeared. Sho and Kame looked at each other for a second before they stood and bolted after Tyler. Sho wanted to see a fight and Kame wanted to be there in case Tyler got himself in trouble again.
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He stood outside the small room trying to get his courage. He really never had a problem with facing people before, but it was different with her. Not only was she extremely shy, but she thought everyone thought she was a guy. Everyone did, except him. He knew that she wasn’t and neither were the rest of her band mates. Miyavi had stayed up all night contemplating what he should do; if he should just act like he didn’t know or confront her about it. Confronting her seemed the best thing to do, but he was scared about how she would react to the news. That’s what he needed the courage for. He pushed the door to one of the many break rooms in the building gently with one of his large, tattooed hands.
The sound of the door opening made her look up and her brown eyes widened when she saw him standing in the doorway. She was sitting on a couch with a book in her hands. Yuuki shut it quickly and stashed it behind her, but he had already seen what it was, Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’. It wasn’t the manliest thing to read.
“Hey,” Miyavi said lamely as he gave her a small wave. She looked back at him for a moment, her body rigid, before a small tick moved the corner of her mouth. He just didn’t get it, why was she such an introvert? He had never seen anyone like her before in his life. Hiroki told him that he had jammed for a few hours with Yuuki, but as she sat before him as rigid as a piece of wood, he couldn’t believe what his friend had told him. What had happened to this girl to make her the way she was? Or did she just not like him at all? He took a step toward her and sat down on the couch as far away from her as he could. He could see her looking at him from out of the corner of her brown eyes.
“Was there something you wanted?” Yuuki asked him suddenly, almost sending him into shock. He had never heard her utter a word and her voice was like silk. Miyavi looked at her wide eyed for a moment before he shook his head and took in a huge breath.
“Have you seen Hiroki?” He asked her, mentally kicking himself. Somewhere between the door and the couch he had lost all the courage he had worked so hard to build up.
“No,” Yuuki said with a clipped voice. If it wasn’t her body language telling him that she was uncomfortable, than it would have been the tone in her voice. Yuuki‘s blonde hair was limp against her head, not having bothered with spiking it and as he stared at her he couldn’t figure out how the other guys couldn’t see it. Were they all really that dense?
“Oh Okay,” Miyavi said, not moving from his place on the couch. Why couldn’t he tell her that he knew she was a girl? His brown eyes looked over at her again and she was looking at him, her brown eyes full of confusion and a small amount of fright. He went to speak again but the words died in his throat. There was no way he could tell her that he knew Yuuki would freak. A loud bang came from the hallway followed by screaming and muffled voices. Both their heads snapped toward the closed door in surprise.
“What the hell was that?” Miyavi asked as he stood from the couch and made his way to the door with Yuuki following him with noticeable space between them. When Miyavi opened the door he was taken aback by what he saw. A fight was on the verge of breaking out between Miura and Takeo who was pinned against the wall by the angry singer. He could see Tyler, Kame and Sho standing off to the side ready to jump in if need be. He felt Yuuki brush past him and head straight for Tyler. He couldn’t believe it Miura was going to fight a girl and he didn’t even realize. They really were that dense.
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She was walking beside him now, keeping up with his clipped pace. She could tell that he felt uncomfortable with her there, his aura was disturbed, but she didn’t really care. He had been nice to her when she first started working there but all of a sudden on the bus ride to Osaka everything changed. He wasn’t looking at her, his brown eyes fixated on the empty hallway in front of them.
“Why are you so different toward me now?” Keito asked, her voice sounding too soft. Aiba didn’t stop walking, but the sudden increase in the tension of his shoulders told her that he didn’t want to talk. Guys never wanted to talk and that was just something that she was going to have to get used to. He looked at her quickly from the corner of his eyes as he continued his fast-paced walk to nowhere.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aiba said with a little laugh as he scratched at his right arm. Why could the guy read him so easily? Was it his supernatural hoodoo or something? Keito frowned as she kept looking at him, her mismatched eyes showing hints of annoyance.
“See at first I thought you were cool, but now I see that just another asshole,” Keito said before she looked away from him. Aiba’s stride faltered at her words, the wind feeling like it had been knocked out of his lungs. He didn’t want Keito around him because he liked him more than he should have. The guy made him have feelings a guy wasn’t supposed to have for another guy, at least him anyway. He couldn’t tell Keito that though. He would probably freak and tell everyone that he was gay. Aiba wasn’t gay . . . he couldn’t be gay.
“Look I just have a lot on my mind lately okay,” Aiba said his voice full of frustration as he let out a strangled breath he hadn’t realized that he had been holding.
“I noticed, your aura is a mess,” Keito said. Aiba stopped walking and looked over at her with one brow raised. She gulped and started to walk away. Was he looking at her that way because she was talking auras or was it because she sounded to girly when she said it?
“What do you mean my auras a mess?” Aiba questioned as he walked up beside her.
“Look just forget I said anything okay. It’s nothing.”
“What do you mean it’s nothing?” Aiba asked again, stopping her with a hand on her shoulder that sent electricity up his arm. He pulled his hand away from her like he had been burned and she looked at him with a wounded look on her face. Was she really the repulsive to him? Keito didn’t say anything as she walked down the hallway and away from him, trying her hardest not to stamp her foot like she wanted to. When she rounded the corner of the hallway she stopped dead in her tracks. Miura had Takeo pinned against the wall, fists full of her shirt while Takeo looked back at him with a smirk on her face. This was going to be trouble; the look on Takeo’s face alone told Keito that there was going to be a fight and a brutal one by the looks of it.
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He sat on the edge of the small table and watched the sleeping form on the red couch. Jude had one arm over her head and one leg was hanging off the couch, the green laces of her white converse undone. Jude was wearing a pair of loose fitting black jeans that were scrunched up and exposing red socks and her yellow shirt was riding up, exposing the very top of black Hanes underwear. A black beanie was pulled down over her orange eyes and her mouth was hanging open and she snored slightly and Jin could just make out a tongue piercing. One of her small hands reached up and scratched at her nose before she let it drop onto her flat chest.
Jin had come in wanting to use the couch for the very same reason Jude was using it. It was the most comfortable couch in the whole place. He could rationalize to himself why he was sitting on the edge of the table staring down at the sleeping singer, but he was. He could feel an odd feeling come over him as he watched Jude sleep and he had to look away for a moment. He didn’t like guys. He loved girls! He was a ladies’ man for fuck sake! He rubbed at his face before he let out a sigh of frustration. Jude was really getting to him.
Maybe he just needed to get laid. Yeah, he needed a honey in his bed and he knew the perfect place to get one. He would even take Jude with him just to confirm with himself that Jude was no match next to a beautiful woman. Then he could also check out the guys skills, maybe teach him a thing or two if he was lacking in that department. A loud bang came from the hallway and was followed by yelling. Jude bolted up to a sitting position, her head swiveling around before she pulled the beanie from over her eyes. Jin looked at Jude wide eyed, but she didn’t seem to notice that he was even there.
“You’re a fucking asshole that’s my fucking problem with you!” could be heard from the other side of the closed door.
“I know that voice,” Jude said as she launched herself from the couch and at the door. Just as she threw it open she saw Takeo crashing to the ground with Miura advancing toward her with clenched fists. Jude stepped out quickly and blocked Miura. He looked at her angrily, his blue eyes full of rage. She took a quick scan of the crowd and frowned. Why hadn’t any of the others stopped it?
“Just like I told the others, don’t interfere. A guy had to finish his own fight,” Miura growled. Jude side and looked over when she saw Jin coming out of the room she had just exited. She looked over her shoulder at the now standing Takeo. She was angry and her fists were white knuckled. Jude knew that she should let it go on because they were now guys, but the fact still remained, Takeo was a girl.
“I can’t do that Miura. This stops now,” Jude said her raspy voice full of authority. Miura let out a small laugh before she pulled his arm back, getting ready to let his punch fly. He was stopped suddenly when he felt a strong hand gripping his arm.
“Jude’s right, stop man,” Sho said. Miura looked back at him and then at Takeo standing behind Jude. There was no way he was going to be able to finish it. There were just too many people around that wouldn’t allow it.
“We’ll finish this some other time,” Miura said as he pointed at Takeo.
“I’ll be waiting,” Takeo said as she watched him leave, running the back of her hand over the bloody lip. When Jude turned around to face her, her brow was knitted in anger.
“What?” Takeo asked as she shrugged her shoulders. Jude just shook her head. She should have known that something like that would happen; it was only a matter of time.