| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
“What up,” Takeo said in manliest voice she could muster, quickly rearranging her non-existent package. The two boys didn’t say anything at first, but just looked at her curiously. Finally Aiba spoke.
“You’re the bass player from the new band right? What’s your name?” He asked as he scratched at his red hair. Miura stayed silent at his side, a stream of smoke escaping his lips. The way he was looking at her made Takeo feel uncomfortable. It was like Miura could see right through her.
“Takeo,” she said, her voice letting off a little crack that almost sent her into a panic.
“Welcome to the family Takeo,” Aiba said as he started walking again. As they passed her one of her hands jutted out and she gave Miura a light punch on the shoulder as a friendly greeting, but he just stopped walking and looked over at her. He removed his glasses from his face and revealed blue eyes. She gulped as he continued to stare at her. Takeo found it really hard not to stare at his lips that were still firmly pressed around a cigarette. She usually didn’t like smokers, but Miura made it look sexy. No she couldn’t think like that anymore, she was supposed to be a guy now. She had to remember that. His dark brow narrowed before he punched her hard in the arm. She reeled back a little and grabbed at the place where he had punched her. Miura had punched her hard and it hurt. She let out a huff as he scoffed at her, trying to control her anger. Takeo hated when people tried to make her look like a fool and she just knew she couldn’t get in a fight on the first week of the job.
“Buck up kid or you won’t last,” Miura said flatly before he slid his shades back on and walked away. Kid? Did he really just call her that? Takeo ran a hand across the side of her head, feeling the short hair prickle her palm, and huffed again before she made her way down the hall. I guess punching guys around here wasn’t the thing to do. Her brown eyes were glued to her black shit kickers that she had hastily grown to love and didn’t notice the new figure leaning against the white wall.
“Don’t mind Miura,” A voice rang out startling Takeo a little. Her head snapped up and her eyes came in contact with a pair of green ones. His head was rested against the wall and his arms were crossed over the front of his grey vest. His black hair was styled in a thick Mohawk and he had a friendly smirk on his face. She knew who he was instantly, she would know that face anywhere. It was Hiroki Narimiya, the lead guitarist from the band Murder of Crows. How the hell had she forgotten that he was part of the Griffin Records family? Yuuki would freak if she saw him.“The guys not really friendly at first.”
“Yeah, I didn’t notice,” Takeo said sarcastically. The guy had almost dislocated her shoulder with his punch. She was sure that there would be a bruise tomorrow. Hiroki let out a low chuckle as he pushed himself off the wall. He looked her up and down as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans. Takeo could feel sweat forming at her brow as he circled her.
“I like your hair,” he said suddenly, one of his calloused hands landing on her shoulder. Takeo was too shocked to respond and only watched him as he sauntered down the hall, whistling a tune as he did. Takeo let out a breath as she sagged against the wall. When she had signed the contract with the others she had completely forgotten about the men that they would be working with and how off limits they would be.
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Shun pushed the door open to one of the many break rooms and stopped dead in his tracks. A guy with black hair was sitting on the ground by a low coffee table. He was playing with cards and when he looked closer he saw that they were tarot cards. Who the hell was this guy? He was wearing a brown plaid shirt over a white one and baggy blue jeans. Shun walked deeper into the room and the guy finally looked up at him. The guy had one brown eye and one white one. Shun cleared his throat as he hastily made his way to the black refrigerator on the room. He hated all that voodoo stuff, it creeped hi m out and when the hair on the back of his neck started to stand on end he knew that strange new guy was still looking at him.
“Could you stop staring at me please,” Shun said harshly as he took a quick swig from the water he pulled from the fridge.
“Your aura looks troubled,” the guy said, his voice sounding wispy. Shuns dark brow knitted as he turned to look at the guy sitting there still staring at him, his head slightly tilted to the side. The guy smiled at him, his lip piercing twitching as he did. The door flung open and Junno stepped in, scratching at his short black hair. The guy looked like he had just woken up from a nap and if he looked it then that was probably what had happened. Junno was known for taking naps. Shun sighed in relief as Junno sat down on the couch barely giving the new guy a glance. Junno had perfect timing.
“Hey Shun,” Junno said lazily as he looked threw one of his legs over the arm of the couch and looked down at what the new guy was doing.
“Hey,” Shun said quietly. They didn’t regard the one sitting on the ground and they heard a frustrated huff.
“I’m Keito,” She said as she continued to flip over her tarot cards. She could feel Junno looking over her shoulder and Shun was ramrod straight in his place across the room.
“You’re from the new band right? What are you doing?” Junno asked as he pointed over her shoulder and at the cards lying on the table. When Keito looked back at Junno she heard Shun make a quick exit.
“Just reading the cards,” Keito said, trying to make her voice sound deeper and less interested in conversation. Guys were never interested in real conversations right? Junno slid off the couch and sat on the ground next to Keito. He folded his arms and rested them on the table top.
“So is reading cards the only thing you do?” Junno asked, sounding interested. When she looked up at him he didn’t back away when he saw her one white eye like a lot of people did. She had known that she would get reactions like that when she had gotten it and to have Junno be un-phased by it was refreshing. Keito tried to give him the least girly smile she could muster before she answered him.
“I can read palms.” Junno laughed and thrust one of his hands, palm up, at her. She grabbed it roughly and looked down at it before looking back up at him.
“You’re well liked by the ladies,” Keito said.
“Tell me something I don’t know otooto,” Junno said with a laugh as he pulled away from her and fell against the couch. He had just called her little brother and she wanted to laugh. He had no idea how wrong he was.
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Tyler ran as quickly as she could through the huge parking lot in front of the Griffin Records building. She was supposed to have been back fifteen minutes ago, but had lost track of time at the mall. She had been shopping to get a new pair of converses and now she was late. Her legs pumped hard and she breathed heavily as she made her way closer to the entrance of the building. Suddenly Tyler ran into something hard, sending her and whoever it was straight to the ground. She groaned as she sat up, noticing scratches on her hands. That was all she needed, hurt hands. She was a guitarist for crying out loud. Her temper boiled over and she was off the ground quickly and ready for a fight. Tyler had never actually gotten into a fight before, leaving them for Takeo, but if she was a guy now guys fought over shit like this.
“Why don’t you watch where the fuck your going, you asshole!” Tyler yelled, her blue eyes going red with anger. The guy was brushing dust off his black pants. His short black hair hung in his face slightly, but it did not hide his red eyes. He was looking at her fiercely and she gulped as she took him in. He had on a black muscle tank that showed his buff arms off. On his left arm was a tattoo of a tribal dragon. It coiled all the way from his shoulder to his elbow, the head resting on the inside of his forearm. Sho Sakurai was a lot more menacing than in his pictures.
“I believe you were the one running through here like your fucking pants are on fire,” Sho said, his voice low, but not at all threatening. That didn’t make her nerves settle though. He looked like a ticking time bomb and all Tyler wanted to do was to get away from him. Sho wanted to wring the kid’s neck with the white tie he was wearing, but he knew that Yamashita would disapprove. He had just signed the kid after all.
“Let’s finish this some other time okay,” Tyler said. Sho just looked at her strangely and she cleared her throat. She had to sound less feminine if she wanted any chance of pulling Yama’s plan off.
“Late,” She said as manly as she could before she took off running for the building again, trying to keep from running like a girl. Tyler never thought that being a guy would be so hard.
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Yuuki’s brown eyes scanned the male wash room before she hurried in, happy that the showers were actually stalls, but short ones. If one really wanted to sneak a peek all one had to do was look over the small green dividing wall. She threw her burgundy towel over the door of the stall in case of an emergency and turned the water on to an almost scolding temperature. She ran her hands through her blond hair and let out a sigh of contentment. It had been a long day of rehearsal and a hot shower was just what the doctor had ordered to sooth her aching muscles. The sound of the door swinging open made Yuuki’s brown eyes open wide with alarm and she quickly grabbed for her towel and wrapped it around her. She was just glad that she had decided against wearing her girl underwear to work because if she did, whoever it was would find out right away.
She could hear bare feet slapping against the tile and waited uncomfortably for the person to walk past the lockers. He had a white towel slung lowly around his small waist as he walked to the stall next to hers. Yuuki watched him but looked away quickly as he removed his towel and hung it over the door. She could hear the water come on and was quickly reminded of the water coming from her shower head soaking her and the towel she had wrapped around her. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him tip his head back into the water, his black hair flattening when the water hit it. Traces of blue were barely noticeable in his hair and she gulped when she watched water roll over his shoulders and shimmer against his golden skin. He pulled his head out from under the water and wiped at his eyes before opening them and looking over at her. Yuuki didn’t know when but she had turned her whole head and had been watching him. His brown eyes looked at her for a moment and she clutched to her now wet towel tightly. He was looking at her strangely, but she knew why. She had a towel wrapped around her for crying out loud.
“You might have heard rumors about me but let me clear them up now. I don’t swing that way Yuuki,” Kame said. Her head whipped towards him in surprise. He knew her name?
“A drummer knows a drummer,” Kame said simply before he turned off his water and grabbed for his towel. He wrapped it around himself quickly and headed for the lockers. She felt like such an idiot. She hadn’t even been there two weeks and now word was going to spread that she was gay. Yuuki let out a breath as she climbed out of the shower, the towel stuck to her body. Yuuki wanted to scream at the fact that she was going to be thought of as gay, because it was natural for her to like guys. She was a girl . . . well not anymore she wasn’t and she was finding that the hardest part of all. Did this mean that she was going to have to be celibate?
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Gong Yoo stalked down the hallway towards the back entrance. His fifth cigarette in the last twenty minutes was smashed in between his lips and he mumbled to himself. He was pissed and all he wanted was a damn fix, he hadn’t had one since that morning. One of his hands plunged into the pocket of his long black jacket and he could feel the kit that contained his beloved needle and the white powder that seemed to make everything go away. He kicked the door open forcefully with his red loafers and walked out to a gated area. People never really came to that place so when he saw a guy sitting on an empty crate he faltered, his hand shooting out of the pocket of his jacket and to his side. The guy had a harmonica held up to his lips and his orange eyes were looking up at Gong Yoo. The stranger was wearing a pair of black pants with white boots that went halfway up his shin and red suspenders were over his shoulders. He was wearing a green tank top that showed off the multiple tattoos on both of his skinny arms. Yoo couldn’t make out most of them, but he did see stars and one white and orange Koi. The guy let his hand fall away from his mouth and he shoved the harmonica into the back pocket of his pants. Yoo had never seen this guy; he would have remembered the green hair. The guy looked him up and down and Yoo shifted under his gaze.
“You might want to ash that,” the guy said, his voice raspy as he pointed to the cigarette hanging from Yoo’s lips. His black eyes looked around quickly before he plucked it from his mouth and smashed it under his shoe. Yoo reached for his pack of cigarettes and pulled another one from the pack, putting it between his lips and lighting it quickly. The guy quirked his brow at him, his eyebrow piercing rising as he did.
“I’ve never seen you around here before,” Yoo said as he let a stream of smoke escape his mouth. The guy remained sitting as he looked up at Yoo, regarding him.
“I’m Jude. I’m the singer for Madam Butterfly,” He responded as he scratched at his elbow casually. Yoo didn’t respond, just nodded his head. He had heard about them from Miyavi earlier in the day, but it really didn’t sink in. He was still pissed about that stupid bitch that broke up with him and stole most of his stash on her way out that morning.
Jude watched the Yoo from her seat on the empty crate and sighed. He was twitching slightly as he stood there, scratching at the inside of his right elbow as he puffed frantically on his cigarette. His black eyes never came into contact with hers and his black hair was a mess, sticking out at different angles. The guy looked like he hadn’t slept in hours and because of the twitching Jude had a pretty good hunch why. It wouldn’t be the first person she had seen on drugs and she knew that it wouldn’t be the last. Yoo scratched at the front of his grey shirt and huffed in frustration.
“Did you come out here to be alone?” Jude asked. He finally looked at her and shook his head yes. Jude stood slowly from the crate and stretched her arms over her head before she headed for the door. When she got to Yoo’s side she looked over at him, her orange eyes piercing his black ones. She never really understood why people chose to do things that would kill them when stuff like that just happened naturally.
“You know,” Jude started her voice raspy, “Smoking kills.” Jude gave him a small smirk before she walked through the door, leaving Yoo alone like he had wanted. Yoo scratched at his black hair and looked back at the closed door. Who the hell did that guy think he was? Yoo reached into his pocket and pulled out his kit before he grabbed a discarded pallet and wedged it under the door handle so no one could open the door and see him as he gave himself the fix he was dying for.
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Hope you like it. I'm trying to make the girls as unique as possible and from now on they are reffered to by their male names. And just because you met a specific guy first, it means nothing....yeah anyways. thanks for reading it and reviewing. i love knowing what you guys think. And New World will be updated by christmas and i hope to get the Long Road Home updated by then too. Oh i'm also thinking of having a video contest involving all my stories and people can make it for their fave couple or character because i am lame and can't make video's so tell me what you think. Thanks again!