| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
“This is so unfair!” Tyler yelled as she sagged down to the ground. The sound of shuffling feet filled the room and Tyler lazily looked over at the doorway of her room. Takeo was standing there eating a carrot, one of her dark brows raised at her friend.
“What are you yelling about?” Takeo asked. Her lip was still slightly swollen and the cut was very visible. At least no one was looking at the damn zit anymore.
“I don’t know what to wear. I mean what do guys wear to the club?”
“What do you mean you don’t know what they wear to a club? You are constantly scamming on them every time we go to a club. You should be an expert by now,” Takeo said with a laugh. Her friend was getting a little too excited over the whole thing. Besides she almost didn’t want to go because he was going to be there, but she was going. She couldn’t let him think that he scared her away or anything. No, Takeo wanted to see that pissed off look on his face when he saw her.
Tyler stood from the ground and looked in the closet helplessly, her arms hanging limply at her side. A pair of Lucky pants she had bought with Kame caught her eye and she ripped them from the hanger. They were dark jeans with large pockets. She could remember how nicely they fit her; she was actually surprised that a pair of guy’s pants had fit her so nicely. She then grabbed a black button up shirt, showing it to Takeo.
“What do you think?”
“Would you hit on a guy wearing that?”
“Yeah,” Tyler said in response.
“Then that’s what matters,” Takeo said before she turned and left. She still had to get ready after all and her faux-hawk needed some attention. She bumped into Yuuki on her way to her room, sending Yuuki into the wall lightly. Yuuki just gave her a small smile.
“Sorry Yuuki,” Takeo apologized. She looked at her quiet friend who was surprisingly already ready to go out. Her blond hair was spiked out wildly in the back, her bangs hanging in her eyes. She was wearing a pair of black pants and a red shirt that fit loosely on her small frame, chains hanging from her belt.
“No worries,” Yuuki said before she bounded off toward the kitchen. Takeo was surprised that Yuuki was even going, hell all the girls were actually. Yuuki never went to clubs. A small smile found its way to her face when she thought about it. Hiroki was going to be there, could that possibly be the reason she was going? Or was it the other one, Miyavi? She would just have to watch and see.
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The music in the club was blaring through the speakers, vibrating everything and moving everyone. She sat in the small booth watching everyone around the place. Yeah she had wanted to come, but when she got there she fell into her normal routine of finding a booth and sitting in it alone. Her brown eyes watched the people on the dance floor, dancing inappropriately with each other. Yuuki could see her friends scattered throughout the place all looking like they were having a good time. Hell from where she was it looked like Takeo and Miura where having a heated argument, but something on Takeo’s face told Yuuki that she was enjoying it. She never got that about her friend. Yuuki took a swig of her beer and slammed it down on the table as someone slid into the seat beside her. He had a smile on his face when he looked over at her, his black hair styled in the Mohawk that she found attractive. He was wearing a dark red leather jacket over his black shirt and she hoped to God that she wasn’t blushing. She could see the white streaks sticking out boldly in his hair and his green eyes were staring back at her.
“So what are you doing over here by yourself? Why aren’t you hitting it up with some girl?” Hiroki asked his smile becoming larger. Yuuki hadn’t realized that it was possible for it to become bigger than it already was.
“I’m not good with . . . girls,” Yuuki said. She didn’t know what else to say. She wasn’t into girls, but she couldn’t say that because it would be taken wrong. Hiroki raised one of his dark eyebrows at her and hers furrowed together. The look that was coming over his face was a little on the frightening side. He was thinking something that Yuuki was sure she wasn’t going to like.
“I don’t believe you,” he said in a sing-song voice. Yuuki glared at him, her brown eyes narrowing.
“Then don’t believe me, I don’t give a shit.”
“Whoa, hey what’s with the attitude?” Yuuki didn’t say anything for a minute. It was something about the place that was putting her on edge. She didn’t know if it was Hiroki sitting so close to her, the atmosphere, or Miyavi who she had caught looking at her from across the club. He had been since he sat down at the bar and it was freaking her out. It was the way he was looking at her, like he could see right through her farce and it made chills run up and down her spine.
“Sorry, just getting claustrophobic I guess,” Yuuki replied and Hiroki let out a laugh.
“I don’t get you. You can perform in front of huge crowds and be fine, but you freak when you’re in a club.”
“I’m a freak.”
“No, you’re just different and that’s why I like you,” He said. Yuuki gave him a weak smile as she tried to suppress the huge butterflies in her stomach. He said that he liked her, but she couldn’t get to excited though. He did think she was a guy after all.
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Tyler danced along with the crowd, bumping into anyone that was around her. She wasn’t quite sure what to do when some girl approached her and wanted to dance with her. She had seen Sho give her a thumbs up, but it only made her roll her blue eyes. Of course he wouldn’t mind dancing with the girls dressed up in the scandalous outfits, he had a penis after all. When one girl ran her hand against the bottom of her back earlier Tyler almost bolted from the dance floor, but someone had grabbed her from the collar of her shirt. But now he was dancing in front of her with some random girl. They were groping each other and Tyler could tell that it was going to lead to him getting lucky.
She could feel heat rising from under the collar of her shirt as she continued to watch them dance closer and closer. Tyler watched as the girl stood on her tip toes to whisper something seductively into his ear. Her blue eyes narrowed and before she could stop herself she walked passed them, bumping the girl as hard as she could. Tyler could hear a gasp behind her and she quickly looked back just in time to see the girl fall away from Kame. She couldn’t hide the smile though and soon she had an angry looking Kame standing directly in front of her.
“Can we talk?” Kame said, his voice sounding more demanding than anything else as he grabbed onto her arm roughly and dragged her toward the exit. It was not what she had expected to happen. It was almost better in a way until he pushed her out of the club roughly, sending her stumbling.
“What the hell Kame?” Tyler asked her voice angry.
“Why did you do that?” Kame asked, his brown eyes glued to her face. Tyler gulped. What the hell was she supposed to say, that she had been jealous? Not likely.
“It wasn’t on purpose.”
“What do you mean it wasn’t on purpose? You almost knocked her to the ground. She’s a girl Tyler; you can’t be doing that shit, especially now that you guys are just getting into the public eye. It will leave a bad impression,” Kame said. He was mad, she could tell, but his voice stayed level. It was so emotionless that it was making her angry. He just didn’t understand. But he couldn’t, he didn’t know that Tyler was a girl. He just thought she was being some asshole.
“Calm down Kame. Tyler did you a favor. The minute you left that girl was all over my nuts,” Sho said suddenly from the doorway. They both looked over at him, his body towering over the both of them. “Let’s just go back inside and have some fun okay.”
“Yeah sure Sho,” Kame said as he gave Tyler one final look before entering the club again. Tyler stood quiet at her spot on the empty sidewalk, watching Kame disappear. She really hated being a guy. It was all so confusing and… so many other terrible things.
“Are you coming in?” Sho asked.
“Why you miss me Sakurai? You haven’t seen me for five minutes.” Sho just scoffed at her and gave her a playful shove as she entered the club. Her blue eyes spotted Kame instantly, dancing with the girl again. Tyler wanted to scream, but instead she headed straight for the bar and a shot of Jack Daniels. That bitch. If only she could say it out loud.
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“You’re a simpleton, that’s all I can say about you Ojisan,” Takeo said before she took another swig from the long bottleneck of her beer. Miura was sitting across the small round table from her, his blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Either that or you are just incredibly dense.”
She had to admit that he looked good, his bleached hair done up for once, spiked wild about his head. Then the shirt he was wearing, a dark blue that seemed to make his eyes pop and show all the subtle muscles of his slim physique.
“Why am I even sitting here talking to you?” Miura said suddenly, the snarky smile falling instantly from Takeo’s face. “I should be getting chicks, not sitting here with you.”
“Oh yeah, well…. Me too!” Takeo said loudly before she grabbed her beer from the table and walked out into the crowd and coming to a stop beside Hiro and Shun. The music changed suddenly to a punk song and Takeo let out a scream as she started jumping up and down, Hiro and Shun joining her as did the rest of the crowd. Miura scratched at his bleached hair in frustration. Takeo drove him crazy, that was evident, but for some strange reason he always found himself seeking Takeo out and provoking him.
Miura let out an exasperated breath as he took another drink of his beer. What was with him lately, he never acted like he was before. Something about Takeo made him crazy, made his mind a haze and the fact that he couldn’t figure out what it was made it worse. A rip of laughter broke his thoughts and he looked toward the dance floor. Takeo was laughing at something that Hiro had said, one of her hands coming down on his shoulder as she threw her head back in laughter. Anger filled Miura quickly and his breath hitched. He wasn’t supposed to feel like that.
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Keito stood outside of the club, her head tilted toward the sky. She couldn’t see the stars from where she was at. If she thought about it, she hadn’t seen the stars since she moved to Tokyo at the beginning of her second year of high school. The lights of the city always blocked them out, hiding them from view. She wanted to see them again, the tiny lights that flickered delicately in the vast black that surrounded them. They were beautiful and she missed them. The door opened behind her and she lazily looked over her shoulder, her mismatched eyes coming in contact with a stumbling body.
When he spotted Keito he almost turned and went back inside, but something in those mismatched eyes made him walk out to stand next to her. She was looking up, her black hair obscuring the side of her face. But he could make out the lips clearly and as he looked at them, pressed together gently, he felt his tongue jut out of his own mouth and moisten his own lips.
“Your aura is better tonight,” Keito said, making Aiba turn away from her and look up into the sky. He couldn’t be caught looking. He shouldn’t have been looking.
“That’s good to hear I guess,” He said, his voice a little slurred. He had, had too much to drink and he had a feeling that if he didn’t get away from Keito fast enough he might do or say something very stupid. “I’m sorry for the way I acted.”
“You’re forgiven,” Keito said quickly. It wasn’t like her to hold a grudge.
“So easily?”
“Yes,” Keito finally said as she turned away from the sky and looked over at him. Aiba’s head was tilted up; his jaw tight as he tried to concentrate on what he was looking at. He looked so manly standing beside her like that, his hands shoved into the front pocket of his light blue jeans, a black scarf hanging from his neck, the neck that seemed to curve and arch in all the right places. His big eyes blinked once and he turned to her, but she couldn’t look away from him. He had become so mesmerizing all of a sudden. His red hair shifted slightly in the breeze and his brown eyes locked with hers. Keito could feel her breath quickening as he leaned forward, his head coming close to hers. He stopped suddenly, his warm breath caressing her cheek slightly as Aiba began to speak.
“I’m sorry,” He said softly before he leaned in, his soft lips kissing hers lightly.
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Jin sat at the table, girls on either side of him. Jude was sitting across from him with a look of distaste on her face. Two girls were sitting by her, trying to flirt, but Jude tried desperately to ignore it as she slammed back her seventh beer. Jin had thought that maybe all the fine ladies would get his attention off of Jude, but so far it wasn’t working. He just kept looking at Jude who just looked all kinds of uncomfortable.
“So why did you pierce your tongue?” Jin asked Jude suddenly. Jude looked over at him, her orange eyes narrowing slightly. She really didn’t want to answer the question. She had gotten it done a long time ago, when she was still with Reita. It had been a dare by Reita and at the time they both had no idea the pleasure that it would end up giving the guy. Jude cleared her throat hurriedly, trying not to think of him. It only made her sad.
“The ladies love it,” Jude said. It was the first thing that came to her mind. She had heard from Keito that it was great once. The girls around the table murmured excitedly and Jude took another chug from her beer. Jin watched Jude worriedly. He wasn’t sure that Jude’s body could handle that much alcohol, he wasn’t the biggest guy around. A song came blaring through the speakers and Jude perked up instantly, one of her fingers pointing to the sky. It was ‘This Love’ by Big Bang.
“This is my jam,” Jude said before she pushed her chair back and stood with a heavy wobble. She weaved back and forth as she made her way into the crowd on the dance floor, bumping into Gong Yoo, which almost sent her to the ground. Jin was going to get up, but the eager hands of the girls kept him in place even though every part of him was telling him to get up and go to Jude. Jude started dancing around wildly, throwing her head around, her green bangs hanging flat against her forehead. It all happened so fast that Jin just watched in horror. Jude stopped dancing, swaying back and forth before she fell forward like a tree falling in the forest and the people around her parted like the red sea. She hit the ground face first, the sound of cracking bone sending a chill down Jin’s spine as he bolted from his chair. This was bad.
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Authors Note: Haha hope you liked it.I don't know what else to say.... poor Jude