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"Mom, quick!" Calls Yukina from the couch in the living room.
She pulled herself from her wheelchair, so that she can sit on something that is more comfortable than the cushion the mobile chair gives her. Her legs may be sour but she still has control over everything else, and her butt can get a little strained for comfort most days.
"It's Hiei's band! They've made it to NewNextNow! They're gonna perform!"
There is a distinct plunk sound before the rapid pitter patter of feet leaving the kitchen for the living room. Kanna sat herself on the couch next to her daughter; the volume is turned, up as the applause dies down; Yusuke starts the count with the clapping of his drum sticks, then Hiei plays the first string followed by Koenma then Kuronue on base this time.
"Look," points Yukina. "Hiei looks so professional."
"He sure does."
"Standing," sings the vocalist. "In isolation... roadless, wildeeerneeess." His voice carried into the very bones of the audiance as nearly every girl and boy in the crowd felt a shudder with each echoed word.
Hiei skimmed the crowd of gazing eyes, and for the second time since they'd performed in Ginza four months ago, he sees a pair of rich green eyes watching him so intently. Not meaning to stare, he couldn't seem to take his eyes from the male? It was really hard to tell because he's never seen a guy with such delicate features as this red haired person, and he was almost positive that he's seen this person purchase a Noize CD, when they gave another live at Tokyo Dome Park; that time, it went off without a single mistake; and on the side was Botan, at a small table with a box that contained 25 of the 50 CDs that Sawada had made for them. The other twenty five were placed in Panosonic record store to be sold.
"Fadeeed and discardeeed... the last leaves are... gone. And let me tell you!" He picked up the pitch in his voice a bit more, as he sings the chorus. "Nothing ever changes... Nothing ever changes."
Back at the Yeoh home in Kochi.
Yukina is in awe at her brother and his band's talent. "They play so well live. And look at Haruto, he's amazing on base- I thought he played electric."
A sweet but sad smile on her face, Kanna corrects her daughter. "That's Kuronue, honey."
Embarrassed, she blushed. "Oh right."
"Break down... let it break down, the hidden torture to an eeeeeend."
Music pulling the sound to an end, as Hiei hummed quietly into the microphone the crowd began to applaud. Smiling faintly and taking a bow, the band head over to another set, where an empty couch is placed. They are also getting interviewed. Hiei sat in the center, joined by Kuronue at his right, and Koenma at his left, Yusuke at Kuronue's other side.
"That was so good!" Says a very animated host, leaning against his desk as if to show he really meant it. He's your typical looking male, black hair combed down at one side of his aged face but only a mere 36- or 38 years old. Gray suit nicely pressed against his body as though ironed just a few minutes ago rather than when he woke up this morning. No facial hair and squinted eyes complete his look. "Its hard to believe you're a starter band."
"Thank you." They mutter but not synced with each other.
"I'd like to start the interview with asking you all to state your names, for those whom don't know you yet. Then onto some personal questions, if you don't mind." Seeing them shake their heads, he smiles; dingy teeth exposing him as a heavy smoker.
Assuming he's first, the vocalist says. "Hiei Jaganshi." His mind travels to when Mr. Sawada made it up for him, since the crowd might not have taken well to his Chinese last name 'Yeoh'.
Pointing a proud finger at himself he says. "Kuronue Uguisu."
"Koenma Daioh."
"Yusuke Urameshi."
Nodding as though he were giving all their names approval, the host enthusiastically continued with the interview. "Hiei, it says here that you have a twin sister?"
Nodding, he replies. "Yes, Yukina. But we're not identical." He cleared that up.
"Waah?! That's too bad; any men in the audiance that admire you, might like to see that."
Hiei made a faint glare to that comment, as the thought of a bunch of letchers hitting on his sister because of him didn't sit well.
"Are you very close?" The host then asks.
"Yes, very close. She's my female best friend."
The girls in the crowd giggled and awe'd.
"You said she recently underwernt an opperation for an illness. What was that, if you don't mind?"
"It was to treat a disease called Spinocerebeller, and it means that there's a deterioration within her brain cells." With a raising of his hand to stop both the crowd and host, Ijue, from freaking out, he says to end. "But she's fine now, and healthy. So that's the end of it."
Bowing to apologize, if he intruded too far, Ijue goes on to say. "All the rest of you are only children?" They nod. Checking his small cards that have questions typed out for him he looks to Kuronue and asks. "It says that you own a pet ferret?"
Grinning, Kuronue replied. "Yes, and he's my best animal friend." He chuckled, and the crowd laughs as well. "And Hiei is my best people friend." He locks arm with said bestie, tilting his head to rest atop Hiei's.
The girls in the crowd began to scream with delight, causing Kuronue and Yusuke to laugh. Koenma and Hiei didn't think it was so funny. What mindless zombies crowds can be.
"What's his name?" Ijue got them back on track.
With a smile on his face, and fist in the air, he shouts with pride. "Pikachu!"
The three of them looked at their friend, then actually did laugh.
Yukina placed a hand over her mouth with giggles. "He's always so silly. I thought his ferrets name is Bayuu."
The rest of the interview went on smoothly, with a couple laughs here and there from the group clowns, Yusuke and Kuronue, one joking about this and that the other lying about just anything he was asked.
"But the real question is, where did you guys get the nerve to do an encore that night in Ginza, when you opened for Keitarou Kishi?"
"The crowd kept screaming, so I assumed they wanted more." Says Hiei.
A group of girls screamed, one of them shouted as soon as it was quiet enough. "I love you Hiei!"
Deciding to pour it on, he says. "I love you, too."
That pretty much made the young girl faint.
"You called your CD, Jyuu-nana. Can you please tell us the meaning behind it?"
"We plan to do seventeen songs each album." The guitarist replied.
"Don't listen to him," Koenma warns, with a glare shot his friends way. "The meaning behind it, is that we made our first CD and decided that we would all name each one that came out. Hiei is currently seventeen, and the name just suited it."
For the second time, host Ijue Yamanami was shocked by something. "Waahhh! You're only seventeen?"
Hiei nods.
Mouth agape he looks to his crowd then says. "When I was seventeen I was still being bossed to brush my teeth, and do my homework. And you're making records." When the music begins to play, he claps. "Let's give another great round of applause to the band Noizu! And you can pick their new album up at Panosonic records." He holds up the CD up to show the crowd the cover, so there would be no mistaking it.
Hiei glanced at the cover, remembering that Sawada said he made out two. Hiei noticed that he chose the other one to be a group shot of all of them looking like they're lost in the desert, like some boyband rather than the one they had to sell with the four of them having small pictures within the holes of a large microphone that looked to be dropped on a stage. Clapping his hands along with the rest of the crowd, and band, the host reached out to them. Noize then stand up and shook the host's hand one at a time. They were told that being asked onto NewNextNow will get them instant recognition, because a lot of new bands never make it as far as performing in clubs and underground. But to be interviewed, and have their names in the public eye will really do some good.
And as time went by, and interviews and performances came and went, Noize's name grew and grew. But not to their knowledge, as they were too busy going here and there. It wasn't until they walked into Shin Sawada's office to a glass of champagne, non-alcoholic of course, did they notice the huge grin on their boss's face.
"You boys are gonna wish you didn't take sips right now when I tell you that your album, within the eight months of being sold, has just gone platinum." Seeing their widened eyes and mouths full, he quickly adds. "And if you spit-take on my carpet..." His brown eyes darting back and forth to Yusuke and Kuronue. "Your cut will be spent on getting it cleaned."
With one hard gulp they swallowed back their drinks.
"Are you sure?" Asked Koenma. This was... this is- HUGE! Most bands don't see platinum money until they had four albums out, and the people can't get enough of one single that won't stop playing.
"As sure as toilet paper is used to wipe your asses." Says the man taking another drink. "I think I owe it all to good marketing. Don't you?" He asks, mostly looking at Hiei.
With a shrug, Hiei took another drink, noticing the faint taste of grape within it. Surely even now, when his career has soared in such a short amount of time he's denied alcohol? No wonder people get pissy drunk when they turn 21, with friends and managers such as these.
"Aaand I just got word that you've been asked to do some commercial promos. If you're interested, that is." Like he'd give them the choice sincerely.
"Hells yeah, we're 'interested'!" Chirps Kuronue, whose been living up to his last name, Nightengale, when it comes to movement. Since he's heard the news, and got even the slightest liquor into his system he's been fluttering around the room. As if the latest interview wasn't enough to hype the male up.
There were a lot of changes over the months, Hiei's noticed. Like, since their spot on NewNextNow! there have been about twenty or so people spotted walking ferrets, and if he wasn't mistaken all of them were being called 'Pikachu'. Guess Kuro had the foresight to lie, so there wouldn't be a million Bayuu's being hefted around. Do these people even want these animals or are they just doing it to feel closer to the guitarist? He can't even count how many drum sticks Yusuke's signed or how many girls have wanted to kiss Koenma on the cheek, while getting their pictures taken with him. Dozens of people approach him saying how close they are with their twin, and that it rocks to have twins doing things for a change.
Having his thoughts disrupted by a brief jumping session with Yusuke, who grabbed his shoulders to bounce them around. When let go, he set his glass down and sat on the couch to just smile at the chaos in the room. It was nice that that Sourpuss Sawada, as they've started calling the slave driver, has lightened up over time. Maybe next album he won't crack the whip on them so hard for mistakes while recording.
"All you boys need to do now is win one award and you're gonna be stars. Real stars." Says the man boasting his success.
"You mean with bodyguards, and chicks picking up our dropped street food?" Asked Yusuke, eyes shining.
"Even better, they'll pick it up and eat it."
Hn. Snickers Hiei, arms crossed, and eyes closed in thought. Bodygaurds. With my height I doubt I'd need any. He opened his eyes with a thought. He had to tell his mom and sister about the news. Pulling out his cell he steps out into the hallway.
Waiting out the rings, he hears his mother's voice then without a moment's hesitation he blurts out. "Mom we went platinum!" So he's excited. Hiei keeps the glee inside.
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"Kono yukan ni, kizuita kara..."
The crowd howled and screamed, hands too busy flailing to clap as Hiei smiled at them before glancing back at Kuronue to start them off on the next song. The lights lower to a dull green and blue, playing slowly across the large stage. This was their second stop of the Noizu tour, and this crowd was definitely more hyped up than the last as they pressed them for song after song. And they were happy to comply, since this is all for the fans.
"This next song is from our newest ablum that will come out in November next year."
The crowd went nuts with screams.
"This is the last song of the tour; its called: Connected."
Again they scream as the foreign music is played, its almost deafening how silent the crowd has become just so they wouldn't miss a word.
Waiting for his cue, Hiei noticed the red haired person in the crowd again, when the largest of the lights swept that way. How is it that he's constantly seeing this person? Is he making a game out of it? I Spy. Because he's never once approached him for an autograph like other fans have, he's never once made any attempt for a picture, or joined the fan club that Botan helps out with, but they have a professional running it. She and Koenma are very close now, dating in fact. But what's that got to do with his stalker, he doesn't know. Shaking his thoughts back to what he's doing, he begins to sing.
"Mikakete, mitsukete... Misadamete'iru." Tapping his foot as he clutches the microphone doing his best to avoid paying so much attention to one side of the crowd, he shook his head again to gain his thoughts. "Mitsumete, midarete- mitasarete iru."
"Demo, migaretem mitoreru, Mihanaserete'iru"
"Sou bokura wa, Arayuru subete no"
"Basho de tsungatte, iru kara."
The more the song picked up the crowd removed themselves from their zombie-like states and began to scream, especially when Hiei gestured for someone to come to him with a flirtatious movement from his index finger. And when the song ended the lights flashed brightly illuminating the entire room, but to Hiei's surprise the green-eyed red-head was gone...
The band stepped out of the backstage door after the show, not even having room for the solid steel to slam after their departure due to the crowd swarming them. Signing a few dozen autographs for people that waited patiently for them; thankfully their body guards ushered the crowd away before their, though thankful for them, fans made their hands fall off. Heading for the limo now, Yusuke leapt onto the guitarist's back throwing his fist into the air with a loud howl.
"I wanna get pissy drunk!" Shouts Kuro supporting the drummer until they got up to their ride. Dropping his head so he could climb in, he grabs the first bottle of beer he sees. "Did you see how many people were out there? Good thing I'm not the type to-.." He takes a long drink before finishing; his new tattoo that runs up both the male's arms shines in the street lights as they pass by them since, he has yet to put on his coat. "Get stage fright."
Hiei couldn't figure out why his friend would sit in the tattoo parlor for two days- divided up, of course, just to get some Dragons drawn on his arms the head of the thing ending on his shoulders. Yusuke changed the look of his hair, saying that gelling it back looked better than just leaving it sitting on his head any which way. Koenma remained the same, but Hiei did shop for clothing a little less country living. He hasn't decided what he wants to do with his money yet, but he's been searching the internet for penthouses in Tokyo that he could live in and something for Yukina and his mom. Koenma said he planned to share an apartment with Yusuke, so the idiot wouldn't get stupid on his own. Hiei figured he'd live with Kuro unless he didn't want him to.
The car pulled to a stop outside of their overnight hotel, and the four of them unloaded the limo. Bodyguards directly at their sides to block anyone from touching them, should fans know which hotel they are staying in. But there were mostly reporters- thank god. Hiei passed on speaking with them while the others stopped to say anything that came to mind. Hiei just wanted to sleep, since they have to get up so early tomorrow. And it's already really late. Glancing at his watch he sees that it's 2 in the morning.
Looks like I'm skipping my bath tonight. He stifles a yawn as the guard opened the door for him, then he climbs on the elevator. The three of them silently go up to the sixth floor where the band is staying. Walking down the hall, hands stuffed into his pockets Hiei says. "I'm good from here."
"You sure?" Asks the largest of the two guards. An American, if Hiei's not mistaken.
"Yeah." He replied before sliding the key to the room through the electronic lock letting himself in. Door closed and locked, he sighed watching the flashing green light beep before turning red. Turning around he just noticed that the light has already been turned on. But the thing that caught the red gaze, making sharp eyes widen, is seeing the red haired fan standing in his room beside a serving cart.
With a faint almost non-existant laugh, the fan smiles and says. "Dinner?"
Eyeing him as he walks farther into the room; removing his heavy coat, he cocks his head then asks. "How did you get in here?"
"I told the front desk that I'm Mr. Sawada's cousin," he follows Hiei's every move with his own gaze. "And that I was asked to come meet with the band about my position." Lifting the silver tray cover from the plate his eyes offered the singer his own dinner to him.
Taking a piece of fish from the plate Hiei brings it up to his mouth, but asks before eating. "And they believed you?"
The fan glanced at a violin case, sitting on the arm chair in the corner of the room.
Glancing that way, he smirks. "I'll make sure they learn better next time."
"You're kicking me out?" The fan asked before picking up a bite of bread.
"I never said that." He took a piece of bread as well. "I was just curious about you; always in the crowd and all. It makes one wonder."
Again he faintly laughs. "What's to wonder, I wanted to meet you."
Hiei shrugs. Taking the handle of the cart in one hand he pulls it over to the bed then sits down. "If you wanted to meet me then why didn't you ever come over to me, when I was giving autographs? Why didn't you talk to me when we did a Q&A on Hey!Hey!Hey!?"
"Private reasons." He takes a questionable glance beside the singer then at him. Seeing as he didn't seem to object, he takes the seat.
"You sound kind of like a stalker." Offering a slice of beet to the possible stalker, by shoving it his way on the plate, with the fork too offered for picking it up.
"I'm no stalker, I swear." He puts up a hand.
Scoffing the singer butters a slice of bread then asks. "So then what do you wanna talk about? Personal things?" He cocks a dark brow at him. "Check any magazine for the answers to those. If you can't get one, my favorite color is red. Brithday, April 10th. My hobbies are-... What's so funny?"
The could-be stalker has a hand before his mouth as he tried to keep his laughter down. "You've come so far from that timid boy, who tanked so hard outside Tokyo Dome."
Wincing at the salt thrown into his old wound, he blushed from agitationand embarrassment. "You were there?"
Nodding the stranger, whose name he has yet to learn, replies. "I listened to your song, it was sweet, but, if I'm not imposing, it kind of lost something with the loud music behind it. A song as sweet as that should be played more classicaly... But that's just my opinion. I'm no expert."
The two of them withdrew their hands when their fingers collided, both reaching for the stem of the glass that holds a light red liquid within it. Blushing, the red head, offered an apology. Snickering, Hiei took a drink, wincing for the second time that night tasting cranberry juice. Someone is gonna pay for this.
Handing it to the invader, he says. "You can have it."
Taking the offered glass, he takes a sip surprised to taste a fruit drink. It's endearing, really.
"So this question?" Asks the singer, beet between his fingers. This dinner is actually really good. He'll have to order it again the next time they're here.
"It's actually really personal... And now that I sit here, I'm starting to think I shouldn't ask."
"You came all this way, don't back out now." Really curious, he smiles faintly when the pair of green eyes locked with his own.
"Hiei... Will you go out with me?"
His fork dropping to the floor took his stunned state from this strange fan, he felt his cheeks heating, when the red-head leaned over his lap picking it up; his delicate fingers set it down on the tray. Did he really just ask him out?
A date? I've never been on one before. I'm not even sure of how to accept one, muchless what to do once there. Wait! What the hell am I thinking, this guy is... a GUY! But... He asked me. Face contorting in thought, he stares into space without knowing it.
The fan watched him carefully, as if looking for what the answer may be leaning towards. Tapping the singers shoulder, he says. "I know it will be tough with your career, but I thought it was worth at least asking about." Standing, he walks around the table. "I'll take my leave."
"Wait!"
Stopping he looks over his shoulder before turning. "Yes."
"Weren't you even curious about my answer."
"You took so long, I just assumed..." He shrugs it off.
"You're a guy."
"Yes."
That confirms that. As if the voice didn't. "And I'm a guy."
"I know." Again he shrugs. "Should that matter?"
Should that matter!? Wonders the singer. On one hand you love who you love, but on another, at least for me, this could ruin my career. It doesn't seem like the kind of thing you can just do without the world finding out about it.
"Hiei?" He's silenced by a finger held up to indicate that he wanted one last minute to think.
After a few moments more, the shorter male looks up at his suiter then asks. "What would we do on this date?"
"We could stay in and get a movie to watch... We could order in... There are lots of things two people can do to avoid going into the public eye."
He considered my career? Hiei had to smile at that. He liked when a person wasn't clueless about things and this... whomever he is seems sharp. "Would there be kissing?" He had to ask. His heart picked up a beat when the stranger stepped closer.
"There could be."
Why is the air so dangerous right now? Like at any moment someone were gonna shove the door open and scream 'Got'cha' or something equally stupid. The fact that it's electronic is the only thing assuring Hiei that he has privacy- but for what, he doesn't know.
"You know that," he wet his uncomfortably. "I've never kissed a guy before- or a woman for that matter." He starts muttering to himself not noticing that the suiter is now standing right before him, getting down on one knee looking into his eyes with a smile in his own.
"It's no different from kissing a woman." And as if they've done it so many times before, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to his almost too fast before he pulled away.
Leaning in for another go, Hiei had to pull back and ask. "Huh?"
"I said my name is Shuichi... Minamino." Standing, he smiles and holds out his hand. "But my friends call me Kurama."
"Kurama." Repeats the singer, as if testing the name to his own voice. Taking the offered hand, he gives it a shake.
"Nice to meet you finally. I hope you'll answer my question the next time we see each other." Taking his hand back, he retrieved his violin then starts for the door.
"Yes." Says Hiei surprising himself.
"Yes?"
"Uh..." Staggering over his words not sure what he's saying he says. "If you don't mind going to another city, we're leaving in the morning for Chiba."
"Chiba it is then." He nods. He waves his departure with a simple raise of his hand.
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Commentary: The songs are Nothing Ever Changes by Donna Lewis and Connected by Ayumi Hamasaki. Thanks for reading
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