| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
He was looking back at her, his brown eyes full of mischief. He hadn’t worn contact lenses then and his hair had been black and short. It was covered by that red beanie that he wore all the time. He had a smug look on his face, his head tilted up slightly and his chin jutting out. His black pants were loose on his frame and his black jacket was buttoned all the way up to his neck. Takeo let out a sigh when she couldn’t bring herself to look away from it. Why the hell did he torment her so when he wasn’t even physically around.
Takeo sprang from her bed in anger and stalked toward the wall. Her small hand reached out, grabbed the top of the poster and pulled down, ripping the poster into three pieces. She looked at the piece in her hand and frowned. Miura was still perfectly intact. Her dark eyes looked back up at the destroyed poster and let out a low whine of regret.
“That was my favorite poster too,” She said to herself as she let the piece of the poster in her hand flutter to the floor.
A knock at the front door echoed through the apartment and sent her jumping slightly as she looked toward her open doorway. She walked quickly to the door, her bare feet shuffling against the tatami mat floor. She opened it slowly, cautiously as she looked through the small crack she had created. Takeo’s breath rushed from her chest when she saw who was standing right outside the door. What the hell was she supposed to do? How the hell did he find out where she lived? There was no way he could possibly come inside, especially with that purple bra flung over the back of the couch. Tyler sure did know how to leave a mess. Takeo spotted her large black sweater and pulled it over her head to cover her revealing shirt. His head was still bowed in thought, not realizing that the door had opened slightly, his bleached hair just showing the starting of new growth.
“What are you doing here?” Takeo asked her voice hot with annoyance. He looked up at her quickly; his blue eyes uncertain and hurt. She reeled back a fraction of an inch at the look on his face, she felt bad for him suddenly and felt guilty for answering her door so rudely, but she still found it odd for him to be at her door of all places.
“I needed to talk to someone,” Miura said, his brow knitting together.
“Why me?”
“Would you just let me in, I feel like a loser standing out here like this.”
He didn’t wait any longer for an answer as he pushed himself inside, kicking his shoes off in the process. His eyes glued onto something and when Takeo realized what that thing was she froze. Miura walked over to the couch and with one long finger picked up the bra and looked over at her. The look in his eye was completely confusing.
“Have company?” He asked, his voice low and a tad bit angry. Takeo paused for a moment as she collected herself.
“Yeah, that’s it. I had company last night,” She said as she waltzed over to him and grabbed the bra from his grasp and stuffed it into the large pocket at the front of her sweater. “I have to say how weird I think it is that you came here… to talk to me… of all people.”
Miura was quiet for a moment as he stopped and looked at her, his eyes narrowed. He didn’t answer her as he plopped down on her couch, his head resting against the back. His eyes closed slowly as he let out a sigh. Takeo moved around the couch, but couldn’t bring herself to sit down beside him. She just stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed slightly as she waited for him to answer. It was just too weird, him coming to her place to talk to her. What the hell was the matter with him? Had he lost his fucking mind or did he just completely forget who she was.
“I’m completely confused right now,” Miura said suddenly, his voice low and tired.
“Well that’s fucking obvious. You’re in my apartment wanting to talk to me. You were hitting me just the other day.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just sat there and stared at her. Takeo could tell he was aggravated with her, but he was trying desperately to hold it in. she could tell by the death grip he had on her favorite red throw pillow. His brown eyes scanned her face, her small hand going to her short red hair and scratching at it nervously as she cleared her throat. What the hell was he staring at anyway?
“You are confusing me,” Miura finally said with a huff.
“What are you…” Takeo started, but was cut off by his angry voice.
“There’s just something about you that confuses me. For some reason you remind me of her and I can’t figure out the fucking reason!” Miura shouted, making Takeo take a small step back from him as he bolted up from the couch. His brown eyes were storming as he looked down at her.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You remind me of this woman I slept with. I…”
“What the hell do you mean I remind you of a girl? What the fuck are you trying to say you asshole. You calling me a girl?” Takeo inquired, but she knew what he was talking about and she had been dreading this situation since that night. Jude was right; she never should have done it. She really wanted to punch herself at that moment.
“Why do you have to be a dick all the time? I’m just trying to tell you…”
“Exactly! Why the fuck are you telling me Miura? You fucking hate me remember? Or have you completely lost your fucking mind!”
Takeo stumbled back slightly as he rushed toward her, pinning her against the plush armchair behind her. She didn’t have time to register anything before his lips came crashing down on hers, knocking her fully down into the chair. His body was heavy as he pushed onto her, trapping her beneath him. His kisses where frantic and messy, wanting something that she knew she couldn’t give him even if she wanted to. Her body was telling her to give into the kiss, but her mind was telling her no. She reached up and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him away from her. Miura looked at her for a moment before one of her fists connected with his face, sending him reeling back to the floor. He looked up at her stunned and she couldn’t tell if it was from the punch or the kiss.
“Takeo I…” Miura started as he pulled himself from the floor. The look in Takeo’s eyes is what stooped him. They looked as confused and conflicted as he felt and the amount of pain and anger that was in Takeo’s gaze was unbearable. It was hard to look at.
“Get the hell out of here Miura,” Takeo breathed, looking away from him as she pointed at the door, “just leave.”
He didn’t say anything as he left. The sound of the door clicking shut made Takeo drop to her knees and bury her head in her hands. She thought things had been complicated before, but now things were just epically screwed.
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Jude walked quietly beside him, a tired look on her face. The meeting with Yamashita had gone on longer than either of them had planned, but in the end it hadn’t been hard for them to convince him that Misha was the right guy to fill in for Yuuki. In all honesty Misha was sure that it didn’t really matter who Jude brought through that door, just as long as they could play drums, they would have gotten the gig. He scanned the hallway, his blue eyes taking everything in. the walls were more bare than he expected them to be, painted in a cream color you would never find in his place. He had been sure that a place like this would have platinum records and record covers lining the walls, but no they were bare and quite creepy. He would never be caught dead alone in this place at night, never.
“Are you ready for your first interview tomorrow? They will be hounding you with questions you know,” Jude said as she looked up at him, a small smile on her face. Her orange contacts were back, but he should have known to be more specific when he told her to get rid of them. She never did really listen to him anyway.
“I’ll be fine you know me. I can blow smoke up someone’s ass like no one’s business,” Misha replied as he gave Jude a soft shove with his shoulder. Laughter filtered out into the hall from behind a closed door and Jude stopped just in time to miss the door as it flew open. A boy stumbled out his brown hair shoved under his red baseball cap and a laugh on his full lips. He had on a black tank top and his dark denim jeans were riding low on his hips. The guy in front of them could only be one person and when Misha looked over and saw that look on Jude’s face he knew he was right. She had talked about Jin a lot, even if she herself didn’t realize that she was doing it. Jin turned toward them and a blush found its way to his face when he spotted Jude. The boys scratched at his neck nervously as his smile turned into a nervous one.
At that moment Misha really just wanted to smack a few people. He didn’t get how people could be so blind to other people’s feelings. It was painfully obvious that the two people in the hallway had some feeling for each other, but neither of them were going to do a damn thing about it. He knew that the whole Jude being a ‘boy’ had something to do with it, but it was also the fact that Jude never let anyone get close enough to her to have a relationship. She had been that way ever since the cancer, when she pushed Reita away. He knew that his feelings for her would never be reciprocated the way he wanted them to be, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t have a little fun. It didn’t mean he couldn’t make the other man jealous.
“Hey Jin,” Jude finally said.
“Hey,” Jin replied, his brown eyes shifting to the guy standing at her side.
“Oh this is Misha, he’s our new drummer,” Jude filled him in. Misha threw an arm around Jude’s shoulders and Jin’s eyes narrowed. The reaction only brought a smile to Misha’s face. It was going to be a lot more fun than he thought it was going to be.
“Hey,” Jin said meekly, a hint of suspicion in his voice. Misha gestured to him with his head before he looked down at Jude. Her eyes were fixated on the boy in front of her. Misha dropped his arm from her shoulders before stretching them over his head, his blue shirt riding up and exposing the tan skin of his belly.
“Well I got to jet Jude,” Misha said. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek before his tongue jutted out and flicked the very bottom of her ear. Jude froze and when Misha’s eyes flicked over and caught the look on Jin’s face. His lips were closed tight and his eyes were like stone. This guy was just too easy. When he stepped away from Jude, she narrowed her eyes at him. He just smiled as he walked down the hall and stopped when he got to Jin. He leaned into him and whispered into his ear, but was loud enough for Jude to hear.
“I swing both ways,” Misha said with a wink before he took off down the hall. Jin was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat, his hand going up and scratching at his neck again. It was a nervous habit he had that Jude had recognized and found completely adorable.
“He seems nice…I guess,” Jin said finally. Jude just scoffed at him.
“He’s a pain in the ass that’s what he is. He’s just messing with you Jin, that’s all,” Jude said with a reassuring smile. “Well I’ll see you around.”
Jin just gave her a small wave when Jude walked passed him, the smile fading from his face. He turned and watched her walk down the hall. Her trademark green suspenders were hanging down against her black jeans and her white boots were untied, her black sleeveless shirt exposing all the tattoos on her arms. He felt that heat rush through his body and he quickly shook his head. It was not right from him to feel the way he did. It was not right that he felt like ripping that guy’s head off when he licked Jude the way he did. He liked girls, not guys… yeah, that was it…girls were his thing.
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“You are the biggest cheater!”
“How am I a cheater? I think you’re just bad at the game.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I was the air hockey champ!”
“Not anymore, you’re not. Oh and how the hell do you cheat at air hocky?”
“There’s ways,” Tyler said with a huff, crossing her arms over her loose green shirt as they walked out the front of the large arcade. Sho walked out beside her, his black shirt tight against his broad chest. He slipped his aviator sunglasses over his red eyes and tilted his head, a smirk coming to his face.
“You’re such a sore loser.” Tyler just let out a huff at Sho’s words as she looked at the building right across from them. It was a motel, a sleazy looking one with a bad reputation. She laughed to herself, the location of the seedy motel odd.
“It’s weird that there is a love motel right across the street from an arcade,” Tyler said, her nose scrunching up when she thought about it. It was the last place a very adult place should have been, right by a kid hang out. It just sent to many mixed messages. She could only imagine that it was things like that that made kids so naughty these days.
“We could always go and investigate it,” Sho joked, wiggling his brows suggestively at her. She scoffed at him and gave him a light punch on the arm.
“And how would that look, two ‘dudes’ going into a love motel together. What would my fans think?”
“Your fans would love it,” Sho said with a laugh. It was true, he saw the poll online. Fans could be so scary sometimes.
He looked over at his shorter friend and saw a hurt look on her face. Her blue eyes were glued to something across the street, her brow scrunched. Tyler’s bottom lip began to quiver right before she pulled her sunglasses over her moist eyes. Sho looked across the street and frowned at what he saw. He shouldn’t’ have been so surprised, he knew this day would come sooner or later. Kame was standing outside the motel with his arm slung around a very curvy woman, a woman that made Tyler look like the boy she was trying to pretend to be. Kame reached for the door and the woman walked in with a smile and laugh, Kame following her quickly. Sho looked back to Tyler and saw her fists at her sides, her bottom lip quivering uncontrollably. She went to make a mad dash across the street, but Sho quickly caught her by the wrist.
“Sho let me go,” Tyler said, her voice shaking with anger as she tried to hold back her tears.
“You can’t go flying in there after him Tyler, you know that. You’re a boy remember.”
“But he’s my…” Tyler started, but was cut off by Sho.
“You’re not his anything Tyler, you can’t be.” Tyler ripped her arm from his grasp and let out a broken sigh, a tear finally falling from her eye, visible the minute it trailed down her face from behind her glasses. “I’m sorry Tyler.”
She smiled softly and looked up at him, her black bangs hanging in her face. He wanted to reach out and grab her and hug her, but he didn’t. His hand reached out and wiped the tear from her face, giving her a soft smile, one of the softest smiles she had ever seen grace his face.
“Will you help me kick his ass later?” Tyler asked. Sho’s smile widened.
“You know I will.”
“You’re the best wingman ever.”
“I know I am,” Sho replied, reaching up and ruffling her hair, making a tiny laugh escape her lips.
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The water ran down her back and she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hands through her black hair. It was almost to her shoulders now and Keito knew that she should cut it, but then again she would keep it that length for as long as she could get away with it. She usually didn’t take showers at Griffin Records, but she had somewhere she had to be and had no time to make it home first. Her mother would never approve if she smelled like something that wasn’t floral. Keito tilted her face into the spray of water and let it run down, everything around her going unnoticed. The hot water felt good as it pounded against her skin, washing away all the grime from the day.
She didn’t hear the creak of the door opening into the showers. Keito had locked them hadn’t she?
Shun walked aimlessly into the locker room, dying to get a shower after his work out. Sure, he could have worked out at any gym, but the one at the office was quiet and private. E didn’t have to worry about any fans ogling him while he tried to accomplish his workout routine. Music blared through his headphones as he ripped his sweaty shirt over his head and discarded it onto the floor by his locker. Shun flung his locker door open and grabbed for his towel and soap, before he let his gym shorts drop to the ground along with his boxers. He wrapped his yellow towel around himself before he headed for the shower, his mp3 still resting in the strap attached to his arm and failing to hear anything going on around him.
Keito shut off the water and ran her hand through her hair vigorously before wiping at her mismatched eyes. As she opened the stall she realized that she had failed to bring her towel to the shower with her. Her eyes looked around quickly out of habit, almost forgetting that she had locked the door, before she stepped out of the stall. Keito rounded the corner of a row of lockers and stopped cold. She was sure that her face looked just as shocked as his did.
Shun’s eyes were wide as he looked at the person, the naked person, in front of him; The same black hair, but wet and sticking to the skin, the same mismatched eyes. The person even had the same lip ring, but there was something very different about the person in front of him and the Keito he knew. This one had a set of breasts and a… vagina! As it rapidly dawned on him he felt the blood run from his face.
Keito quickly tried to cover herself the minute the shock wore off and watched as Shun went deathly pale. Just as she went to say something to him his eyes rolled and his grip on his towel loosened right before he fell backwards like a tree, smacking his head against the side of a bench. Keito stared at him for a moment, not knowing what to do. Did he really just faint on her? Shouldn’t it have been the other way around?
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Author's note: Sorry it took so long. i hope you like it and please comment.