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"Boots." Says the taller male. Watching out for Hiei who just swaggered past him, he snaps his fingers when seeing the shirt the vocalist is wearing. "Favorite jeans." He grabs them from the dresser. "I wonder for how long we're gonna be in Tokyo- like indefinetly?" He asks his best friend.
"Mr. Sawada didn't say so, just that we needed songs within three days." Dropping his suit case by the door, he goes back into the bedroom to get an extra pillow from his futon. This is the smaller one, he feels better sleeping on his own things when on the plane rather than pillows that have been passed to who knows who. "That's everything I'm bringing, are you ready to go, Kuro?"
"Just one last thing." Says his room mate grabbing a small carry case for Bayuu.
Seeing this, Hiei opens his mouth to object. "They're not gonna let you bring that thing on the bus."
"It's not a thing, this is our mascot." He smiled at his beloved pet. "Besides, people bring pets on planes all the time- duh. We just need to make sure that Sawada jr. gets us a place that takes pets."
"We're a little young to be demanding things of him so early on." Hoisting his bag over his shoulder, he slips on his sneakers then opens the door going into the hall.
"Fuck you." Picking up the animal carier, he grabbed his suit case as well then follows Hiei to the elevator. Seeing that Hiei went completely mute the moment the elevator started moving, telling Kuronue his attitude was a little more than where the group mascot was gonna stay with them or not. Nudging him with his elbow, he asks. "What's up? You're not having second thoughts are you?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"Tokyo." He closed his eyes. "I just... I wanna know if this isn't gonna land us in the same place we are now? In the end- it's not gonna be ripped away like it never happened, and we'll be bankrupt and out on our asses in the big city."
"Hiei. I'd never let that happen to us- however, Koenma and Yusuke," he teases. Chuckling, he sets his things down to wrap his arms around his short friend. "Come on. Since we met, when have I ever let you down?"
Hiei knew Kuronue was right with that. He has always looked out for him since his family came here. He can at least trust him to be there when the chips are down. Raising an arm to hug him back, he nods. "You're right. Let's get out there and be the best."
"That's the spirit."
The elevator sounded for exits or entry with a quick 'ding', and the two exited. Tickets paid for, the yet-to-be rock band climbed on and headed for Tokyo. Ten hours by bus and they arrive at the station by noon. Tokyo is much different than Kochi by far. People are practically piggy backing through the terminal they're walking so close to one another. Through the crowd Yusuke spots a well dressed man holding a sign with Hiei's name on it.
"Hey, I think our ride is with that guy." He points.
Removing their luggage from the storage compartment; the four check that they have every bag and that everything is still within it as they'd packed it then they walked through the crowd to the driver.
"This is suweet." Yusuke hurried ahead of them. "I've never been in a limo before." He climbs inside then pokes his head from the sun roof. "There's so much room in here."
"Can you stop acting like a country bumpkin for one minute." Comments Koenma with an embarrassed hand up to shield his face as until he's climbed in. "You're gonna get us laughed right out of the city." Though his eyes show that he's rather impressed with the size of the limo on the inside as well.
The other two members climbed in; and the driver shut the door behind them. The car pulled away from the station, taking them to where they assume was KISS records' multi-million dollar tower. The four of them have their attention out the window taking in every inch of the city that is showing itself to them on the drive over. It's just too surreal to be in Tokyo. The big city! No, the city of ALL cities.
Shaking the senses back into himself, Hiei adjust his sitting position to face forward. "Alright, enough site seeing. We have to look over the songs." Slapping Yusuke on the arm to get him to pay attention, he then reaches into his bag to pull out the three songs he's worked on. They had decided during dinner who would do what amount, and he and Koenma got stuck with three while Kuronue and Yusuke are only going to be doing two, since Koenma thinks that they have less experience with it. "Is anyone not finished, because I have left over words from some songs that might work with yours'."
"All I need is a chorus for one but aside from that," Yusuke hands over his notepad. "I did alright."
Flipping through it, Hiei furrowed his brows at some of the titles but, then again, he didn't really expect for his friend to finish them in time. "Koenma?"
"Mine are in perfect order. You can read them over yourself." He hands the book over to their vocalist. "I made sure to word them as you would sing them rather than what I would sing."
The drummer laughed nervously hearing that. "You mean there's a difference?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll fix them." Mutters Hiei reading over the pianist's words. They're actually really good! They should have gotten Koenma to write for them a long time ago. "Kuro?"
With a hard sigh he dug some loose paper from his bag, handing them over to the vocalist. "You probably won't like mine."
Cocking a curious brow as to why his friend would say something like that, he reads the titles. "...Adolecent sex... The scent of you." Nodding, he looks at Kuronue with question then asked. "Why not just get out there and break into a slew of moans while I'm at it."
"Couldn't hurt us." Shrugs the guitarist, attention back out the window as the car pulled to a stop.
The side door opened and the band climbs out, and they are greeted by a short female, looking to be in her mid-twenties; her hair is pulled into a shiny, tight, almost to a receading hair-line of a bun. Finger shoving her very thick, black rimmed glasses closer to her face, the very stereotype of a secretary said in a pinched tone.
"Come with me, please."
Following the secretary into the lobby of the building; their eyes flickered back and forth looking at this wall and that; posters of talent under the label's management smiled at them. They can hear music coming from open doors as they make their way down the hall, glancing into each room they passed.
"This is so cool." Whispers Yusuke. "Look at all these big names... Misha Yumi, Haru Tachibana, Noami Yoshikawa."
Freezing in his pace to avoid hitting the person that stands before them, Hiei snickered. "Hn. They shouldn't make these posters look so real; I can almost swear I'm looking right at that ugly ape, Kuwabara."
Huge grin spreading across the red head's face, he plants his fist to his hips then leans back laughing. "Well if it isn't the appetizer from the run down bar in Matsuyama. Hey shrimp; I heard they were bringing in new talent, did you guys sign up to be their roadies when they tour?"
"We might have to tour with you?" Kuronue vomits the words out.
"No way! You're seriously the new guys Ichigo was talking about?"
Slapped in the face by the use of the man's first name, Yusuke repeats. "Ichigo?"
"Well, I can't really be too shocked by his son's decision, after all; he is just starting out in the business. I should wish you guys good luck instead of picking on you; after all, you're gonna need a lot of help from me, if you're opening for one of the hottest names on the Japanese lips these days."
"Hey diahrea-of-the-mouth, your pants are ringing." Grabbing his friend by the upper arm, Yusuke pushes past the red head to continue after the secretary, that practically abandoned them in the hall.
Kuwabara answered his phone while keeping a steady gaze on them as they disappeared down the hall.
"Weeellll, it looks like my hicks from the sticks have finally made it here." Says Shin, as the band took a seat in his office.
The room is just as nicely decorated as one would expect from someone important. Fake plants in pots, large windows, solid and expensive wood holding up a thick glass desk, a comfortable bright red couch, with a white carpeted floor. The room itself would make their apartments cry in a small huddle and it still wouldn't match the size of this room.
"How are you enjoying Tokyo so far? Was it a good ride?"
"Yeah. This place is bigger than we would have guessed." Yusuke replied, enthusiastic to talk.
Shin didn't really want a response to that, and brushed it off by changing subject from the Urameshi boy. "Did you write your songs?"
"Yeah. Just one needs a chorus but it's easily written." Explains Hiei before his possible boss can say anything negative about it.
Shin waved a hand to that statement. "I'm glad you could do your homework- and so quickly at that, but sorry to burst your bubbles boys, you won't be needing them."
Taken aback, Hiei asked, while trying to keep his voice from snapping. "Can I ask why not?"
"I already have someone writing songs for you, that's 'why not'."
Raising his hand, Kuronue plasters on a fake smile. "Someone is gonna write our songs for us? Then why did you need us to write these." He juts his thumb to the pile of papers in Hiei's hand.
"Because a master always wants his pet to perform tricks for him."
The group glared at the man who just burst out laughing. "I'm sorry. It's just so easy to mess with new talent." He runs a hand through his dye job of red hair. "Seriously. The reason you'll be singing the songs I give you is because I know what music is popular right now, when you make it bigger than you can sing your style of music. Until then," he shrugged. "What can I tell you." Snapping his fingers, the secretary who brought them to the office seemed to morph from beyond the walls; but in truth there is a thin door behind the man's desk.
"Here you are Mr. Yeoh." She hands the sheets and music to Hiei. "Mr. Sawada would like for you to have these learned by Thursday."
Nodding, Hiei looked over the songs.
"I trust we don't have any problems with this?"
They all shook their head.
"Good." He snaps his fingers again. "This is the address of where you'll be living while you're here." He explained the piece of paper and map that his secretary has handed them. "I trust you to find it alright."
"Find it?" Questions Kuronue. "Why can't your driver take us?"
"You just answered your own question, which is because he's my driver, and I need him right now." Standing; the secretary fixed his tie before brushing a hand down the collar of his blue suit. "Besides, you need to get to know the city, and this is the best way. Everything is taken care of; you'll find your pay in the mailbox when you get there. Dismissed."
The four left the building, scared half to death at the thought of getting lost. But they do have a map and an address, so it's not like it's a headless chicken chase or anything.
"Hiei," says Yusuke. "We gonna walk it, or what?"
"We walk. Sawada wants up to prove ourselves, so we will." Stiffening his back, he moved into the crowd of people. "How hard could it be?"
...
"This is just fucking great!" Shouts Yusuke, hands dramatically in his hair. "I thought it was a cake walk, Hiei? 'How hard could it be' he says. We must have been out here for hours!"
A bundle of passersby shot an uncertain eye at the loud teen, who just crumpled to the ground on his knees. Hiei looked over the map with disdain.
"Maybe we should have taken a left." He comments.
"Or maybe we should just swallow our pride and ask for directions." Says the drummer standing back up.
That made Kuronue break into a scoff of a laugh. "Right. And do you wanna be the one to do that, little drummer boy?"
"Wha- me? Hell, no." He looked like someone was about to attack him with the way he held his hands up in defense. "Why not Hiei? He's the one who got us lost."
"No chance. I just need to look at the map a little more." He turned the thing in another direction pressuming their problem was from holding the large paper in the wrong way.
"Why not Koenma?" Suggests Kuronue, to the noticably quiet pianist. "Did you hope we'd forget about you, baby face?"
"I was kind of hoping you did. But why should I humiliate myself by asking for help? All we need to do is take a cab?"
"Uh huh." With a knowing smirk Kuronue shoved his hands into his dark blue jeans. "And do you have the kind of money that will get us from here to there on you?"
Running over the cash he brought with him, he'd be mocked for sure when the taxi only takes them one block up- if that much. "Why not Yusuke? He's the one complaining, and he's by far cuter than me."
"My ass." Says said the far cuter.
"Hn. More like you're just an ass." He cast a dark eye on his band members. Baring his teeth, he snatched the address from Hiei. "Just give me the damn paper."
"Way to go, Koenma!" Yusuke pumped a cheerleader fist in the air, the other hand cupped around his mouth, giving a megaphone volume to his already loud voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Fuck you, too." He shoved the first door of a building he came across open, then walked inside. Seeing a blue ponytail dangling, before the owner's crouched body that's standing before a giggling child, he cleared his throat. "Excuse me, I need help with some directions, if you will?"
When the young woman turned around, Koenma dropped his jaw clean to the alphabet block carpeted floor. Her big pink eyes blinked at the sudden intrution into the- day care? Judging by the amount of toys and kids within the well-sized room it is just that.
"Directions?" Asks a voice that's just as sweet as her face, she has a slight accent behind her words like she may be from Okinawa or Kyoto. "Sure. Where is that you're going?"
"To a-... it's to-..." Crap. What happened to his voice?!
The woman took the paper from his hand then looked it over. With bright eyes flashing, she grinned before laughing out. "I know where this is! I live right across the street actually. If you've got twenty minutes I'm almost off work, I can give you a lift."
"Oh we-... I..."
Chuckling, she turned, long blue ponytail swinging like her hips weren't enough distraction. "I'll take that as a yes." Handing a crying child a graham cracker, as if the toddler needed anymore snacks, she looks over her shoulder at the stammering male then says. "Unless you'd like to help out- which I don't think the parents would like too much, you can get something to eat while you wait."
"I mean, what I meant to say is that I'm not alone. I have three other friends with me."
"That's no problem, I've got a van, so unless your friends are large enough to cover for four they should fit quite comfortably with us."
"Ahahahaha!" He laughed a lot louder than he wanted to. Clearing his throat he blushed when the girl laughed. "I should be going then- to wait I mean."
"Okay." When Koenma heads for the door, the woman stops him with a 'wait'. When he turns around she bowed courtly. "My name is Botan."
"Koenma."
"Nice to meet you, Koenma and welcome to Tokyo."
"Thanks." He opened the door. "It was nice meeting you too."
With a wave following after him, he floats back over to his friends, who're restlessly waiting for him. Questioning looks are shot his way as they see the dream stricken look within his brownish gold eyes.
"You get the directions?" Asked Yusuke.
"Better; I got us a ride."
Laughing, the drummer smacked his friend on the back. "Alright, Koenma! See, that's why you're the face. If we could put Hiei's voice in your throat, we'd be millionares by Monday."
"Whatever." Says the shorter male, mostly because his friend is an idiot.
"So where's the ride?"
"She said she isn't getting off work yet, we have to wait a half hou-..."
"Wait, wait, wait. She?! You got us a ride from a she?"
"Woman have cars too."
Grinning cheekily. "Hn. And I'll bet you'd love the ride."
"Damn it, Yusuke! She's a nice girl that works at the daycare right over there, and she was kind enough to give us a ride, so you'd better be nice."
"Alright, I didn't mean to insult the future Mrs. Daioh." He rolls his eyes.
"What are we supposed to do for a half hour?" Asks Kuronue.
"Let's get something to eat; we can at least afford something cheap."
"I saw golden arches not to far back." Hiei mentions.
"Thank god." Kuronue held an arm over his non-existant stomach girth then rubs it. "Let's eat." He's already heading down the street.
"Hope we can find it," Yusuke smirks mischieviously. "Wouldn't want lover boy fawning over half of Tokyo."
"Will you shut up!"
Yusuke only laughed as he placed his hands on the back of his head.
...
The band is eating Big Macs and chicken sandwiches while chatting about nothing. Hiei is looking over the lyrics and sheet music that Mr. Sawada has given them, playing the melody in his head as he mouths the words. Seeing this, Kuronue winks at Yusuke to get his attention and the other male watched as the pale guitarist took a French fry from his tray then stuck it to the shorter bandmate's mouth. The two of them laughed when Hiei took two unknowing bites before smacking whatever was stuck in his mouth away.
"Will you cut it out!" He growls. "I'm trying to look over the songs we're doing."
In mock offense, Kuronue rolls his eyes. "Excuse us."
"I don't get why we can't sing our own songs. It doesn't make any sense. I thought that this is what being in a band was all about. We sing our own music and lyrics."
The three of them laugh at their friend's young logic.
"Something funny about being sell outs?"
Waving a hand before his face, Yusuke retorts with. "Hiei this is normal. Everyone knows that you have to be your labels song bird bitch until you're able to do your own stuff. It's almost first grade in the music industry. We'll just have to kick so much ass with these songs we'll be able to sing ours, when the next album comes out."
"First smart thing he's said all day." Comments Koenma, checking his watch. "We should get ready to go, Botan will be waiting in five minutes."
"You heard the man, his woman is waiting. And he will not let his record be blemished." Getting up from his seat, he shoves it back under the table. "Just make sure I'm the best man, okay."
"Give it a rest, Yusuke." Groans Kuronue walking to the door with one hand shoving Hiei's back to keep the distracted male moving.
Just as they walk up the street where they assumed the young woman would be waiting, they see her walk out of the daycare waving a hand to the last child to be picked up. Turning her gaze at the on coming crowd she spots Koenma. Smiling, she heads over to them.
"I hope you weren't waiting here the whole time, that would be kind of awkward for you."
"Naah, we went to get something to eat." Explained Yusuke looking the girl up and down. She's a cute one alright, but nothing to get flustered over that was for sure.
"I'm parked in the lot back here. Come on."
The nameless band followed after the girl between an ally way to the other side of the street where a large parking complex lay before them. The sun vanished under the large levels of concrete as they walked up two rows and down, then they reached the burgandy mini-van.
"Ta-da! Nice isn't it? Got it cleaned just this morning. Maybe my cleaning it was some kind of sign that I was going to be giving someone a lift; I don't usually get my car washed during the week day." Pressing the alarm off, she unlocks the doors then climbed in.
The others do the same; after she adjusts the rearview mirror, they're on their way to the new apartment; Botan talking to them the entire way.
The sun was as good as gone by the time they stepped into their rather large living place. It has a living room, kitchen- separate mind you, with a fully stocked fridge of at least some drinks for them, mostly sodas and fruit drinks. Three bedrooms which would have posed as a problem for any other four member group but Hiei and Kuronue have been sharing a room for ages now, and didn't mind bunking together again. They provided everything for them but back up dancers and fangirls screaming for their numbers. With suitcases barely unpacked, and nothing but lunch in their guts, the four of them payed their empty stomaches no mind as they crashed on the fluffy beds placed in the apartment for them. Mr. Sawada said they'd be networking tomorrow, getting their name out there, which in itself poses as a problem since they don't in fact have one.
Eyes snapped open from each member of the band as if they all had a dream about what tomorrow will be like which made them all undrestand that. "We're gonna need a name." They mutter to theirselves.
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