| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
“What the hell is going on? Why are there only two buses?” Tyler asked her blue eyes wide with fright. There was no way that they could share a bus with one of the other bands. Being that close for a whole week would be hard. How the hell were they supposed to keep their ultimate secret? She refused to sleep with the torture device on.
“The old man says that we need to cut down on costs. There are eight bunks on each bus, which means that one of you will end up on the couch,” Yamashita said as he walked up to the girls, his old man shades covering his eyes. He knew that it could be suicide, but telling his father no was just another type of death. He could never come up with a proper excuse for another bus. He looked at all the girls and they all were glaring at him in different degrees, Yuuki’s the most deadly. The girl barely talked and that was enough to freak him out.
“Griffin Records is the biggest record company in all Japan why does the old ass need to cut costs?” Tyler asked. She was pissed. There was no way that they would be able to keep up their stupid secret.
“Sales are down so he said that we only get two buses. Try to think of it as a small punishment as well for the slump. My old man is known for that kind of stuff,” Yamashita said as he scratched at his curly brown hair. His father was a highly unreasonable man. Tyler let out a huff and Takeo gave her a pat on the shoulder.
“Well who is it then?” Keito asked her voice airy. At the moment she didn’t see the point to sound all manly. Yamashita crunched his brow as he looked at the mismatched eyed girl.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Yama I swear. . . Who are we sharing a bus with?” Tyler asked, throwing her arms into the air. She really wanted to smack his pretty face. He laughed and straightened out his yellow American Eagle shirt.
“Revenge,” Yama said with a smile, “Now stop acting like a bunch of girls and get on the bus. I’ll see you in Osaka,” he finished as he made his way to his Camero. There was no way he was staying on the bus. He was staying in the closest hotel. Tyler stood there with her mouth slightly open and Takeo stood next to her, anger coming off of her in waves. Out of all the bands it had to be Revenge. Jude silently picked up her bag and made her way to the bus, Keito right behind her. It was the way it was and there was noting that they could do about it now. She told herself to grit her teeth and bare it. Life had thrown tougher things at her and this compared to cancer was nothing Jude couldn’t handle.
“Yo guys come on,” Yuuki called over her shoulder as she stooped on the first step of the bus. If any of them was going to have a hard time with the new challenge it was going to be her. Being that close with people she didn’t know was a nightmare and she had to act like a guy on top of it all. Hell was a bus on its way to Osaka.
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Tyler threw her bag onto one of the bottom bunks in a huff. The red bag hit the wall and stopped, looking too full for one week. She knew that she had over packed, but it was an old habit. She never knew when something was going to come up. Usually she packed different dresses and skirts, but this time it was different ties and shirts. The bus was so small she just couldn’t see how it was going to work. She fell face first down in her bed and let her legs hang into the aisle. She grabbed for her light blue pillow and smashed it over her head. Insanity was so close that she could almost taste it on her tongue. She was going mad and the whole bus thing was making her teeter on the edge. A tug came at one of her legs and she turned violently, throwing the pillow off of her head, her blue eyes narrowing when she saw who it was.
Sho looked down at Tyler and had a slight smirk on his face. He didn’t know why, but teasing Tyler was just too much fun for him. The guy on the bed looked back up at him with his blue eyes narrowed. His shaggy black hair was in disarray and his red shirt was askew on his torso. Tyler looked right pissed and it only made Sho want to give him more of a hard time. Fun had a new name and it was definitely Tyler.
Tyler flipped over on her back before she sat up, looking up at Sho with as much disinterest as she could. She was not in the mood for his shit, not now, not ever. He was staring down at her, his red eyes looking amused and his black shirt tight across his chest. She could see the dragon tattoo on his arm and she huffed. He leaned against the bunk and looked down at her with his green bag hanging from one of his big hands.
“What?” Tyler asked her voice low. Sho didn’t say anything as he threw his duffle bag on the bunk right above hers. She watched as he jumped in, his feet disappearing as he pulled his legs onto the bed. Tyler fell back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling of the bunk. Sho was just above her and she had the violent thought of shoving a sword right through the bottom of the bunk and into him. All she did though was make a choking gesture with her hands before she grabbed her pillow again and smashed it over her face. She would have screamed into it, but that would have been girly.
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Takeo’s brown eyes looked into the small black fridge and grinned widely. At least the old man hadn’t skipped out on the food. The fridge was packed with so much food that she was having a hard time choosing what to eat and fill her grumbling stomach with. She quickly grabbed a soda and a small thing of sushi before she went and sat down at the small kitchenette table. The fabric bench was comfortable and Takeo quickly started stuffing her face. She usually wouldn’t be caught dead stuffing her face like she was but she was supposed to be a guy now and all the guys she had ever known stuffed their faces. It was spicy tuna sushi, her favorite and eating it as fast as she was almost took the enjoyment right out if it. Takeo tilted her head back to take a big gulp of her soda and when she went to put the drink back down a pair of blue eyes were staring at her. She jumped slightly in her seat and coughed in surprise.
“By the time you’re done there won’t be any food left for the rest of us. But a growing boy does need his food,” Miura said as he blew a bit of cigarette smoke out of his nose. Takeo scratched at the front of her The Clash t-shirt before she stuffed another roll into her mouth. How she wanted to lean over and sock him right in the mouth and smash his stupid cigarette in his face. Miura didn’t mind that Takeo never answered and continued to stare and when she fidgeted in her seat he let out a low chuckle. Her brown eyes looked up at him quickly before her eyes narrowed.
“What’s so funny?” Takeo asked her mouth full of food. He shook his head, his bleached hair covered by a red beanie.
“You kid,” he said before he leaned over and patted her on the head. A growl left her throat when he got up and left. If looks could kill Miura would have been dead. She wasn’t a kid; she hadn’t been one for a long time. Her brown eyes looked down at the last roll sitting in the small container and she pushed it away from her, her appetite disappearing with Miura.
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Jin sat quietly on the black fabric sofa at the front of the bus with his eyes closed. The sound of a harmonica was being played from at chair across the aisle from him. Jude was sitting there with her legs drawn up to her chest. Jin was pretending to be asleep, but he was listening to Jude play the harmonica. He had never heard someone play it like he was. Jin cracked his eyes open and looked over at Jude. She was playing with her eyes closed, her camo pants covering her small feet. Jin thought that it was funny how small Jude’s feet where, they reminded him of a girls feet. The playing stopped abruptly and Jin looked up and saw a pair of orange eyes looking over at him.
“My feet aren’t that interesting. Their just feet,” Jude said, her voice raspy. For once in her life she was glad for her raspy voice. It made it slightly easier for her to sound manlier.
“Their so small,” Jin said as she rubbed at his neck roughly. Jude looked at him for a moment, not moving just staring at him.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover Jin,” Jude said before she went back to playing her harmonica again. Her orange eyes quickly flashed to Jin’s lips before they went to the ground. Jin huffed as he leaned back on the couch and shut his eyes again. Jude just didn’t talking to him much. He had tried to have a conversation earlier with the guy, but just got cut short. Jude had to feel threatened by him. It was the only way he could explain the way Jude was acting toward him. Jin could feel sleep coming on as he continued to listen to Jude play, her playing putting him into some sleepy peaceful trance.
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Keito looked down at the palm she had in her hand and let out a huff. The hand was calloused and rough, the lines looking deeper than others. His hands were fascinating, so serious for a guy who seemed so carefree. She looked up at his face and he looked right at her, his brown eyes looking excited.
“So what did you see?” Aiba asked. He had talked his way into hitching a ride with them to Osaka and everyone agreed all but Yuuki who just retreated to her couch in the back of the bus. She had drawn the short straw. Keito looked back down at his hand before she let it go. She had seen a lot of things. A long life was one, love was another.
“Good things . . . You have a nice aura,” Keito responded her head tilting slightly to one side. Aiba’s brown eyes widened in a confused surprise before his dark brow knitted and he scratched at his red hair.
“A nice aura?”
“Yeah it’s brightly colored and that’s good. You’re a good person Aiba,” Keito said before she leaned back in the bench of the kitchenette and looked out the window, her mismatched eyes looking suddenly different. Aiba just stared at Keito from across the table. The guy was thin and willowy, a mysterious air coming off of him all the time. He knew that Shun was afraid of Keito, but he wasn’t. The guy was too fascinating to be scared of. Junno had told him as much, but he wanted to find out for himself and as he continued to watch Keito look out the window Aiba felt a strange feeling inside him. He cleaned his throat and looked away. He wasn’t supposed to get that feeling over a guy. He never had before. Keito looked over at him, her mismatched eyes looking concerned.
“Are you alright?” Keito asked.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Aiba said quickly as he tried to avoid contact. The feeling that was hammering in his chest was frightening. He wasn’t supposed to feel it, not over a guy.
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Miyavi made his way to the back of the bus, dragging his feet as he did. He didn’t know why he had been given the quest of waking the recluse drummer of Madam Butterfly, but he had. The guy seemed totally afraid of him. Tyler had insisted on it for some reason the minute they had gotten off of their buses in Osaka. When he reached the back of the bus he looked down at the sleeping form on the couch and let out a sigh. Yuuki was sleeping on her stomach, face smashed into a white pillow. Blond hair barely covered her face and neck. Her mouth was slightly open and her small nose was smashed. The more Miyavi looked down at Yuuki the more he saw how pretty the guy actually was. It wasn’t in the visual kei since, Yuuki was actually pretty, bordering on the side of feminine. A whimper came from her mouth and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Now that sounded feminine. Was this guy really a guy at all? Miyavi reached down and grabbed at one of Yuuki’s small shoulders. Her brown eyes opened wide with shock and she bolted upright, barely missing Miyavi.
“Uh, were here,” Miyavi said lamely. Yuuki backed away from him quickly, a hand running down her face and her brown eyes looking around wildly. What the hell was he doing waking her up? She shook her head and stood quickly before she bolted for the front of the bus, leaving Miyavi alone. He watched as Yuuki practically jumped off the bus.
Something about that guy just wasn’t right. Sure he might have been shy, but he had never met a guy that acted like that. A guy who ran from you like Yuuki just did. And it was something in the way Yuuki looked while sleeping. It was like Miyavi had been watching a girl sleep not a guy. The curves and angles of the face, the lips; it all just seemed so feminine. He scratched at his black hair before he made his way toward the front of the bus. Miyavi stepped off the bus and saw Yuuki standing by Jude, fidgeting slightly. Then Yuuki bit at her bottom lip slightly and looked down at the ground as she scuffed her shoe on the rough asphalt. That was it, there was no way that Yuuki was a guy, Miyavi just knew that there was no way.
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What happened to all my readers? Only two people commented and not one of them was a person that is actually in the story abd i do appreciate the two who commented so thank you. But what happened? Is no one interested anymore or was it a shitty chapter. i updated this one first because i was hoping that the reason for the lack of response was the fact that people didn't see that it was updated. so i hope that was the reason and i hope your not tired of this one already.