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Last Song	By : Resting-Madness Category: Yuyu Hakusho > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The reason I didn't tell you was because this is a scam- plus, we don't have a song." Says the keyboard-playing grouch of the group. Koenma wasn't what you would call the most 'togetherness' guy when it comes to social matters, but as far as his playing goes he's top notch; not to mention, he can play a mean trumpet. So, even without the social etiquette one normally needs, Koenma's a really good person to have in their little gang.
Right now they're sitting in the guy's apartment, Hiei and Kuronue, after they got off work that afternoon. The two of them were barely alive enough to catch the right train that morning, after they'd spent all night on the lyrics to their first song. But with the lyrics perfect and the task of music at hand, the two of them agreed that they at least needed to be signed up so they can play. Otherwise, it will all have been for nothing; and they're sitting here listening to their friend tell them that the competition is a scam! That's just gotta be a lie.
Koenma slid the paper back over to the tallest in the group with a shaking of his head, and he gets up to get another cup of what they guessed to be a coke. "I'll bet you the competition is for a bunch of drunkards to sit around and laugh during karaoke night, while all these willing hopefuls give them free live music."
"But so what if it is," says Kuronue. "We might get lucky and there could be a talent scout there, and he'd hear us play, sign us, and we'd be big."
Koenma cocked a brow to that as it seemed highly unlikely. Opening the fridge he grabs a soda then holds it up as if to ask 'you want one?' Both band mates shake their heads, so he returns to the table with none but his own. "No one gets famous over night, Kuro."
"That ugly guy-" he fishes for the name. "Kuwabara! He got famous over night."
"Yeah, and that idiot can't even really sing." Adds Hiei.
"We don't have a song." Insists the pianist.
"We do." Fishing through his backpack, Hiei pulls out a piece of paper. Sliding it across the table to Koenma, he nods to Kuronue as if to say 'I knew that would shut him up.'
Koenma looked over the lyrics of the song quickly then cocking a brow at the content. His honey brown gaze looks it over again slower this time. "This is disgusting. I take back what I said, we'll either be laughed off the stage, or beaten up before we can make a break for the door."
Hiei scoffed at that. "Or, they'll get the joke and like the song."
"What joke? That we're all gay and willing to say it openly."
The room quiets, each member of the nameless band looking at one another. With a hefty sigh, Koenma looked down at the song again. "...It's different, I'll give you that much."
"Then you'll sign us up?" Aseds the shorter male, not showing any kind of hope in his tone; he doesn't wanna sway the keyboard player's desicion.
"...I'll sign us up. But, we have to start practicing this... whatever you wanna call it, as soon as possible, because the competion is too close and last thing we want is to look unprofessional in front of all of those people- especially when Hiei is a foreigner."
Kuronue laughed a bit. Hiei cleared his throat.
Looking at them quizzically, Koenma smiles asking. "What's so funny?"
"There's a problem with the plan."
"...Which is?"
"We can't really practice right now." Explains the pale guitarist.
"Why not?"
"We don't have music. It took Hiei and me all night on the lyrics alone- we were almost late for work."
"My heart bleeds for you." Mocked the brunet. "Seriously guys, I'm not signing us up if we're not ready. Maybe someday we can get enough money together to rent a studio, and we can make our own music. But for right now, we're not ready."
"Bullshit!" Snaps Hiei. "Do you know how much it costs to rent out a studio? We'll be on the streets in no time. We have to do this now."
"But without music-.." starts Koenma but he's cut off.
"We'll get together and make some noise until something comes to us." Snapping up the song from the table, he stuffs it back into his backpack then stands from the table. "Come on, Kuro. We'll call Yusuke and meet at his house; since he's not living in an apartment. Koenma can join us when he's ready." He glares at the unhelpful pianist before turning to leave.
Kuronue shrugs off Hiei's attitude, knowing that his best friend has all the right in the world to be angry at the Koenma, but at the same time they still need him. "Just try to be open for whatever we have; Hiei will cool off."
"Yeah right. The guy's got a mean-streak when he's angry, this won't pass until the competition is over. But yeah, I'll be there after work."
"Good boy." He pats the pianist on the head, snickering at the aggitated grumble.
Koenma may be second oldest but he's got a face like a baby really: no scars from a nasty childhood of running and playing, no sharpness under his jaw, the only masculine sex appeal thing about him, that's publically visual, are his near amber colored eyes and even then his high pitched voice takes away from it.
"I'll give you a call, right." Taking a long drink from the afore unwanted soda, Kuronue hurries out of the apartment after Hiei.
Koenma slumped in his seat. "Vanilla... Hn." He recalls the title of the song at the top of the page. "Only Hiei would be bold enough to try and get away with something like that." Tapping his finger on the table top, he adds softly. "I just hope this works out for us."
Down on the streets Kuronue steps off the elevator; craning his neck to see over the crowd of padestrians- then recalling that his little buddy is in fact, 'little' coming in at 5'4'' he aims his gaze a bit lower. Spotting the little mope with his head down and hands in his pockets, he runs to catch up to him.
"Hiei, hey, Hiei!" He moved a man from his path over to the side then dashed across the street to catch up with the moving fireball. "Ahaha, you're quick for a shortie." He ruffles the males hair. "Why are you so mad? He said he'd sign us up."
"It has nothing to do with the competition, but what he said is kind of true."
"About what? Being gay?"
"No. Me being a foreigner." He stopped walking then looks up at the greying sky. "What if they only see the fact that I'm Chinese and don't really listen to the music beyond my name."
"So don't tell them your last name. Just go up there and introduce yourself as Hiei." He shrugged. "You've lived here for five years; what makes you think anyone still looks at you like an outsider?"
"Yeah, but you never know when it comes to things like this."
"Mmm." Glancing at the path before them, he perks up. "You sound like you need some nurishment; let's get a burger or something, and we can think about music while we eat."
Hiei casts his red gaze up at his friend, then sighed. "Fine. I think I may already have something in mind."
...
Yusuke raised his sticks overhead then tapped them together. "One. Two. Three." He starts the back beat and is then joined by Kuronue, then Hiei on base; Koenma wasn't there yet because he had to stay a little late at work, which is a good thing, since he'll be getting a little extra cash out of it.
"You're an honest moralist, you trace me with your pretty finger," Hiei rolls his eyes when he hears Yusuke laugh, but he continues to sing. "I'm a pure terrorist, your thoughts are rising like a revolution." Hiei shakes his head and stops playing. "Something's missing. It just seems too close to what that other guy did."
Yusuke chuckled, scratching his head with the drum stick. "I thought we were biting off him anyway, so shouldn't it sound close."
"No." Hiei snipped off the drummer's words. "Maybe if we switch the arrangement just a little."
"Hey, Hiei," says Yusuke tapping his stick lightly on the drum. "I don't know about these lyrics, it sounds like you're trying to rape somebody."
"Hn. Blame him for that." He casts an eye at the trying to attempt innocence Kuronue. "And it isn't a rape song, it's about two guys falling in love by mistake, only one isn't as frightened of it as the other."
Yusuke makes a face of consideration, then he looks between the two of them with a knowing smile. "Guys that's so cuuute." Doing his almost trademark laugh, he adds. "You don't have to sing out confessions of the heart, I'm your friend too, you know you can tell me about it."
"Shut up, idiot, and start the count down." Chides Hiei.
With a shrug, he says in a teasing tone. "Alright, lover boy." He merely laughed at Hiei's snarl. "One. Two. Three."
They begin to play when Koenma startles them by yanking open the garage door.
"Shit, Koenma, wanna knock first." Barks Yusuke holding a hand over his frightened heart.
"I'm sorry. But I rushed over the minute work let out." He closed the large metal door behind him then walked over to his band. "I signed us up and in the nick of time. There were only two other spots left open out of the five."
"Did you see who else was playing?" Asks the drummer.
"Yeah, a bunch of guys that are used to playing at bars and things- of course. They probably all have the same thoughts as these two." He meant the being signed so they didn't have to waste money on studio rentals. "So how far have we gotten."
"Kuronue wrote the music, we're just seeing if the two fit together."
"Oh." Taking the sheet handed to him by Hiei, Koenma looks it over. "So does it fit?"
Yusuke shrugged. "Didn't make it past the first verse."
"I just wanna check the arrangement over, it might need a rewrite... or it's something else that's missing, because it just sounds a little flat." Hiei bites down on his bottom lip while looking the paper over.
"Start playing and we'll see if I can add to it." Suggests the pianist.
So once again, Yusuke started them with the count down and they began to play. Koenma listened to them for a minute then looked over the sheet music and began to play his bar on the keyboard. Shaking his head, he began to see what Hiei meant. It sounds really flat, it's almost painful. Switching the sound of the keyboard to something a little higher he chose to do a trumbone; playing the bar again he snapped his fingers.
"That's what's missing!" He shouted over the music.
The three of them stopped playing to give him their full attention.
"The reason the song sounds so flat, is because there's no real tempo to it but that straight line." Taking the papers from his fellow band members, Koenma grabs a pen then jots some notes onto a few of the papers. "Let me take this home with me, so I can work on it. When I bring it back you'll see the difference and we'll reherse until the competition."
"Alright."
"I'm gonna need you to stay over Hiei, so we can do lyrics overhead."
Nodding the vocalist removes the guitar strap from over his shoulder placing the instrument back in its case. Watching his friend do so, Kuronue removes his as well.
"Does this mean practice is over?"
"No. It just means we have more work to do." Says Koenma. "Just work on your cords for memory's sake, and we'll fix the sound of it tomorrow."
"Right."
"And Hiei."
"Sing, I know." He was glad for Koenma, since the guy does have the most experience in band, although, Hiei wasn't exactly sure if school band counted.
"Alright people, let's do this." Koenma gave Yusuke the signal and they began to play. For anyone listening outside of the small garage, it sounds a mess. But inside, the brunet can hear surprising success.
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"Aishite mo ii kai? Yureru yoru ni," mutters Kuronue as he walks home alone that night after practice.
His and Hiei's song is actually pretty catchy; at least they'll have that going for them, if nothing else. Maybe it'll tank that night, and end up like those comercial jingles: irritating at first, but then you begin to hum it to the point of singing it, and next thing you know you've bought the cd. He shrugged that off because they have yet to have a CD. The four of them have had this little gathering of music for about three years, and they're only now getting an actual song together. How will they ever make a CD with what little they have to work with? Hard work comes easy to some, impossibly slow with others.
But Kuronue never considered himself to be a slow worker, he's fast pace and planned to stay as such. He was the one who snagged Hiei from the streets his first day in Japan, he was the one who got him a job with him at the Dogo onsen, but Hiei was the one who told him that he could sing if he wanted to play with him some time. Then came Yusuke, Hiei met him in school, and after that Koenma, Yusuke recommended him. They've all been tight since.
"Hn. 'Held in the shaking night'. That sounds so familiar to a lot of lovers when you really think about it." He turned a corner at the bridge and stopped abruptly as a small thin piece of rolled paper is placed before his nose. Looking at the person offering a little night fun, Kuronue smiled at him, taking the joint. "Got a light?"
"When don't I?" Says a scratched voice before a flicker and flame sat down on the tip of the smoke. Watching the slender male enjoy his gift, the provider wrapped an arm around the guitarist's shoulders. "You free tonight?"
"No." Came the quick reply. "And I have to feed my ferret." He sniffs. Handing the roll back to the man, he smiled while blowing out the held cloud of smoke into the night sky.
He pressed it to his lips as though he were kissing the very person that gave it back after kissing it first. "That's a shame." Releasing his grip, he adds. "Later then."
"Yeah." Lifting a hand, he continues to his shared home.
The green painted door pushed open. Kuronue slipped out of his boots and into some dark blue slippers. Walking through the tiny hall, he turned right into the kitchen to grab a bag of food for his pet who, when hearing the door open, ran straight for whomever did it.
"Hey Bayou," he scratches the animal under its chin receiving happy little chirps. "You're hungry right?" He set a bowl on the counter for the pepper colored animal then walked into the living room; turning on the tv he sits heavily down on the couch with a sigh of relief to have a seat. Koenma is a bigger slave driver than Hiei when they're at work. Flipping channels he stops when the news comes up about the band contest in Matsuyama.
(It's being said that the famous producer Sawada Ichigo will be there to put his keen senses to work to find Japan's next new IT band. Although there is no garauntee to this information, if I were trying to make it big, I would take this word seriously and really put something together. Here is a famous face that would like to wish luck to all the new up-and-coming talent tomorrow night.)
Kuronue groaned when that male bowser Kuwabara came onto the screen, big ugly grin plastered to his face.
(Hello Mrs. Takani,) addressing the camera now he then says. (Hey everybody! Kuwabara Kazuma here, just wanting to wish the bands a good luck out there. In this industry you've gotta be a step above the rest of them.) He grinned again, then put up the peace sign on both hands.
(Kuwabara-san, do you think you'll give a performance that night?) Asks Mrs. Takani.
(Well sure, if that's a request. Heh heh, I'd do anything for a pretty lady.) Mrs. Takani hardly seemed flattered, but she offered up an awkward giggle. (Hi Mom! Hey Misha Yumi- we're friends you know.)
"Hn. If he's so famous why is he still giving shout outs like some fucking fanboy." Turning off the tv, he dropped his head onto the back of the sofa. Breathing in deep, he smiled feeling the effects of his little night friend buzz through his body. Shotetsu always has the best stuff. Thinks the guitarist. "Oh gooooooood! I wanna be famous!" He shouts to the ceiling.
The ferret leapt from the counter to the floor then snaked its way onto his owner's lap. Setting his hand on top of the animal's warm body, he gives it a light petting. Humming softly, he drifts off just as the animal does.
In another part of the city Koenma lays out an extra futon on his floor beside his bed for Hiei. The two of them were working late on the music for the song, and luckily Yusuke records every session for just such purposes. They've got at least 12 tracks without lyrics to them so if this competition did anything for them they will probably have to write more songs to go with them, because writing out new music would take longer than they had. Hiei doesn't wanna be some 40 year old rockstar, creeping his fans out when they find out what age he is after they've been tossing phone-number-filled panties onto the stage- if rock bands get that kind of thing.
"I like the way it sounds, but what about everyone else?"
"What about them? Hiei, we'll have what every other band doesn't-.."
"An actual band geek?" Comments the shorter male, though not in any mocking kind of way.
Koenma's brow twitched. "No. I mean a trumpet player."
"It is different..." Getting cozy, he closed his eyes. "We'll give it a try, and if they laugh us off stage- so what, at least we showed them something different."
Getting cozy as well, with the exception of closing his eyes, Koenma says. "That's the spirit. But It'd be just our luck to have them steal it."
Hiei snickered before dropping off to sleep.
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Kuwabara stepped onto the stage, microphone in one hand, the other held out toward a teen that just got finished playing with his band. "That was awesome!" He exaggerated. "Give it up for Long Shot everybody!"
The men and women at the bar applaud loudly for them as they exited the stage. The tiny bar was surprisingly packed, for just a bunch of starter bands to be playing. But the groupies know to start early these days. Hiei and his nameless band are standing around in the back of the bar trying to locate where the managers are- if any are in the building at all, because with Kuwabara there, all they can see are the media. Each band sounded good but similar in sound, Hiei noticed. They may have a good chance at this after all.
Cracking his knuckles for the seventh time since arriving, Hiei ran his hand through his spiked up hair wishing he hadn't put so much crap in it to keep it up; he feels like a rejected Troll doll! But Kuronue told him that it's punk rock.
"This next band is called, Drop so everybody make some noise for them!"
Again the crowd claps, some people that already know them personally begin to scream.
Yusuke nudged Koenma on the side then shouts over the music. "Maybe you were right about this being a joke, since they got Kuwabara to host it!"
Koenma laughed as he placed his ear plugs back in. He may like music, but some of these guys just sounded a mess. And most of the time it was just guitar solo's or drums. Where was the singing? Where is the stage presence? Possers just looking for money.
"Everybody jump!" Screamed the vocalist as he began to do as he asked of the crowd. The place went completely stupid at that point.
That does it. Thinks the short male, parting his way through the crowd. He needs to get drunk and real quick if he was gonna survive this night; he's glad his mother told Yukina she couldn't come, this isn't the kind of place for someone like her, not to mention she'd be crushed.
"I'll have three beers, please." He pinched between his eyes to staunch a headache that's trying to creep up on him.
"I need to see some I.D."
"What for, don't I look 20?"
The bartender cocked a brow at him with a smirk. "You look about 12." He snickers.
"I'm not a kid!"
"I'm still gonna need to see some I.D."
Growling, Hiei shakes his head. "Fine, just give me a soda or something."
"No soda. Want some water instead?"
Glaring at the man, Hiei removes himself from the stool then walks back to his group. He doesn't know what's worse, being short or being under aged. Dodging an elbow, he made it back to his friends in one piece. "Kuro'," he grabs the males arm. "get me a beer."
"Okay."
"Next group is... heh, well, there's no name written here.. just Hiei and three other guys." Looking out into the crowd, Kuwabara says. "Can't think of a name? That's pretty sad."
"I'll show him sad." Barks Yusuke.
Grabbing his friend's shoulder, Koenma shakes his head. "Forget it, let's just play."
The four of them make their way to the stage and set up.
"Wow, dreams are starting younger these days." Says Kuwabara to Hiei.
The vocalist just ignored him, or at least he tried to, because Kuwabara bent over to wish him a rather rude good luck by saying. "Don't worry if you get scared shortie, this is really for grown-ups anyway."
Definitely being short. He answers his own question from earlier. Grabbing the mic, he looks back at Yusuke to tell him that they'd start on his signal. "Our band may not have a name, but we'll provide more than a name to label the next 'one hit wonder'." He looked at Kuwabara and the crowd laughs a bit. Nodding to Yusuke the count starts and they begin to play.
Koenma woke the room up with the volume of the trumpet. At first the crowd didn't appear to be feeling them all that much, but the longer they heard them sing they began to clap and really get into it, especially the provocative lyrics, and the way Hiei touched the microphone stand when singing them.
"Is it okay to love, too? In the shaking night, It's good as it is... More..." He moans. "You are..." He cut his words as if to say it was too good. "As those almost maddening hips I've gotten used to melt us together You are...My...keeper" The song came to an end and the room lit up with screams.
In the back room of the place, a man smokes a cigar. Setting it in the ash tray, he points a finger out the little window and says. "I don't know what that is, but he has it."
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