| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
“Yuuki quit the band,” Jude said, her eyes fixated on the counter top as she blew into the silver instrument once again. She heard a soft chuckle come from him and her orange eyes snapped up to him. He was leaning against the counter, the white bar rag thrown over his right shoulder. She could see the muscles of his chest and shoulders perfectly through his shirt.
“Let me guess and you are in need of a replacement. Someone that knows your songs and someone who won’t tell the world that Madam Butterfly is actually full of a bunch of crazy girls. Am I right?”
He knew he was right, it was the way that his smirk turned into a full blown smile that told Jude he knew he was right. Jude let out as sigh as she pulled the harmonica away from her lips. She hated doing this kind of thing, she felt like she was begging and she hated that. Jude hated begging almost as much as feeling like she was weak. Hell, she hated it more than her flat chest. But here she was, about to beg to a guy that she knew would get way to much pleasure at her begging.
“Please Misha…” Jude started, but as he held up one of his large hands the words died in her throat. One of her brows arched as she watched him. He wasn’t looking at her, his head turned away from Jude. His blue eyes flicked to her, just looking at her out of the corner of his eye when he decided to answer.
“I think I can help you out, but with one condition,” Misha said.
“And what’s that?” Jude asked. He looked over at her, that serious look back on his face. She sat back in her chair as she looked at him, heat rising to her cheeks. It had been a long time since she had been looked at like that. Reita looked at her like that once, a long time ago.
“Those orange contacts have to go. I want to see your blue eyes again.”
Jude was quiet for a moment as she continued to look at him. If that was the only thing that he wanted, she could do that easily, but it wasn’t the fact that it was a small request that made her fall silent. It was that fact that by asking her that and looking at her like he was, made her feel like a woman and she hadn’t felt like that in a long time. Jude tilted her head forward and her fingers went toward her eyes. When she looked back up her blue eyes shined out at him, a smile spreading across her face.
“How’s that?” Jude asked.
“Much better,” Misha replied with a smirk, throwing the towel at Jude as he pushed himself away from the counter top.
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Tyler groaned as she dragged him behind her. It had taken all the whining in her arsenal to get him to come out with her. Since he had caught her and Kame in the closet he had been the most difficult wingman known in existence. She looked back over her shoulder, some of the blonde hair of her wig going into her blue eyes. He wasn’t looking at her as she dragged him down the sidewalk. Sho’s red contacts were gone and his dark brown eyes were looking at anything that wasn’t her. Tyler knew that the only reason he was going was to see Jude perform, not because she had asked him to.
“Sho could you at least pretend to want to be around me,” Tyler said as she stopped and threw his arm out of her grasp. He looked at her, his dark brown eyes storming. He wanted to be mad at her for what she had done, but he really had no right to be. He knew why he was mad, deep down he knew, but he wasn’t about to tell her. Hell, it would only make things more complicated than they already were. Tyler jutted out her bottom lip and looked at him for a moment before she smiled, poking him in the stomach. He did like being around her, but he didn’t like sharing her, especially with the likes of him.
“Come on Sakurai, you’re supposed to be my wingman, remember? The wingman can’t be mad at the leading man! It just doesn’t work that way!” Tyler protested. She really wanted things to go back to the way they were where he was giving her a hard time over everything. She missed that guy terribly.
Sho looked down at her looking up at him with her bottom lip jutting out at him. It was that look that always got him to do anything that she wanted him to do. He remembered the first time he had met her in the parking lot of Griffin Records. She had acted tough and territorial, even saying that she was going to kick his ass… that is until she realized it was him. But that entire tough boy act was gone now when she was alone with him. She grabbed his shirt in one of her fists and narrowed her eyes at him. There was that tough thing again. He liked that about her, but the thing he liked about it the most was the fact that she acted tough, but wasn’t at all. Takeo was always coming to her rescue, or some other person. He had done it himself on more than one occasion. When he failed to respond she let go of his shirt and turned to walk away from him. He stopped her, grabbing at her wrist.
“Tonight you’re a girl Tyler and I’m the leading man,” Sho said. Tyler looked back at him, some of her blonde wig going in her face as she smiled up at him. He looked away and let out a small huff before he continued, “Just don’t cock block me tonight.”
“Now why would I ever do a thing like that?” Tyler asked as she put her hands on her hips. Sho snorted as he walked past her and into the small bar that was their destination. They spotted the girls and Junno and Tyler waved. Sho couldn’t answer the question, he really didn’t want to. Was she really a cock block or was he just using that as an excuse for his lack of interest in any girl that wasn’t the one that was walking beside him. He ran a hand through his dark hair and then down his face. Sometimes he wished he still thought Tyler was a boy. Maybe then it would be easier for him to ignore his feelings.
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Takeo sat quietly next to her friends, her arms crossed over her chest. How was it that she was the only one that didn’t have a guy friend that knew about their little secret. Well, okay technically Jude didn’t, but if Misha agreed then she would. Tyler had Sho and Kame, and then all of a sudden Keito has Junno. When the hell did that happen? Where the hell was the justice? All she ever got was angry words and fists from a frustrated Miura and to top it all off her sexual frustration with him was about to go through the fucking roof. She wasn’t sure she would be able to keep it to herself much longer.
Takeo scratched at her pink wig in frustration, moving the thing back and forth over her short hair. Her legs kicked out from the stool she was sitting on like a child as Tyler and Sho sat down. She looked over at them and frowned. They had made up, that was obvious, and for some reason it just pissed her off. No, she knew that reason. She wanted to have a guy friend too. She felt out of the loop, like some flat spare tire that no one wanted anything to do with. Her hand reached out for her beer and she quickly slammed it back. Takeo thought about Yama for a moment before she shook her head. Yama had the panic stick stuck so far up his ass for her to want to be around him for longer than she had to. He would make her a nervous wreak, just like he was. Takeo had no desire to go prematurely grey.
“Earth to Takeo,” Tyler said as she waved one of her small hands in front of Takeo’s distant eyes. Takeo shook her head and looked over at her friend, Tyler’s brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine, no worries,” Takeo lied as she grabbed for the full beer that was set right in front of her. Yeah she had come to see her friend perform like she always did, but she couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. At the moment she wanted to be home, soaking in a hot bath with a bottle of red wine and thoughts of a naked someone on her mind. She felt eyes looking over at her and she stiffened before she looked over. Keito was looking over at her with her head tilted slightly to the right. Takeo knew that look; it was the look Keito got when she was sensing something off. Takeo put up her hand before she spoke.
“Don’t even say it Keito, or so help me.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Keito said with a small frown, “You aware of it already.”
Hell yeah she was aware of it. It didn’t take some tarot reading freak to tell her that her aura was all messed up. She knew it was and knew it had been since she had slept with Miura. She couldn’t stop thinking about it and the way that Miura was acting made her know that she never should have done it. Man she could be stupid sometimes and that night had certainly taken the cake.
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Keito looked away from her troubled friend and to the stage. Sure she had seen Jude perform many times, she performed with her for a living, but something about this place and the music Jude sang here was on a whole other level. Jude could really be herself on her father’s stage. Her brown eyes landed on Misha as he sauntered up to the drum set, his sticks twirling in between his fingers. Jude had told them that if Misha said yes to their offer they would play a certain song, a song that was one of his personal favorites that Jude sang. Keito didn’t know how Jude never noticed, but it was in the way that Misha looked at Jude that gave him away.
He was in love with Jude, it was that simple. He had been the moment he met her and Keito knew that he would do anything for her. Before Reita had been in the way, but now he was gone and Misha could make his move if he wanted. But still the boy hesitated and Keito didn’t understand it. In all the years that she had known him Keito never got him and had come to terms with the fact that she never would a long time ago. It was probably for the best. The minute Keito understood a guy was the day she knew she was no longer feminine in any way.
The lights around the staged dimmed and Jude walked out to the microphone at the front of the stage. A soft light shown down on her and made her red wig seem like it was aflame. She was wearing a black empire dress that went to her knees, a large white belt around her waist with matching shoes. She looked beautiful and when the first notes came from her throat, raspy and wonderful at the same time, she knew that Misha was now part of the band.
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Author’s note: I know it has taken me a long time to update but I have been hella busy and I am struggling with this story at the moment. Okay anyway I had a talk with Christine about who should be the new drummer for Madam Butterfly and we both decided that Misha Collins is the best. He is so cute. He’s from the show Supernatural, he plays Castiel, an angel, and I am so loving him. Anyone watch Supernatural? Castiel is my number two… no one could beat Dean on that show. So I hope you guys like the chapter and sorry for taking so long I know I’m a slacker. So here is a link to Misha if you don’t know what he looks like.
http://i538.photobucket.com/albums/ff346/MacRose85/Misha-Collins-supernatural-5123018-.jpg
P.S Christine its your turn. Kame is beging for you to finish SiT... okay its me but he wants you to because thats all i ever talk about and he is getting tired of it... so.... YOUR TURN!!! YAY CHRIPI...hehe