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A word from the Author: This is in manga style, so as you read it picture it as so. And don't expect to find some kind of amazing plot already forming, it's the first chapter for God's sake! This is merely to introduce the characters, plot will come in a bit later.
More ramblings from the Author: Visual Kei and Jrock was a huge influence in the creation of this piece of shit story. To fully appreciate some stuff in the story you must know what that is. Doesn't mean you won't understand or enjoy this shit, but it'd be a lot more fun.
If you read this, you're really bored aren't you? So without further ado...
Volume One/ Chapter One
I want pancakes
Vast and dimly shaded in orange shadows the room was empty save for a grand piano and the jumbled wires and speakers in the corner. Long slender fingers as white as milk tapped gently on the keys of the enormous black polished piano. Slowly the pale fingers painted in shimmering black polish formed a slow and melancholy tune. The melody picked up its pace, but sustained the gloomy and tragic tone. The immense and empty room echoed sadly with the song and the wood floor seemed to tremble as it played on with deafening fury. Suddenly the flawless slender hands crashed down onto the keys and ended the song with as much fury as it began.
A long miserable sigh followed as the figure pulled back from the keys. A ray of orange light from the scattered lights in the vast room inadvertently fell upon the person's face. Lashes full and lush trimmed the closed black lined eyes and lips that were tinged rose parted for a sigh to escape.
"Horrible…appalling…mediocre!" perfect black tipped fingers clutched at silken dark cerulean hair and a frustrated scream resonated along the high walls. His head hit the keys and he stayed motionless as the side of his pale face pressed along the keys and his arms hung limply at his sides. He closed his heavily black shadowed eyes and mumbled insults to himself.
"Jeez, Bomber. Spastic much?" a friendly voice came from a side metal door. The beautiful youth at the piano didn't even twitch in acknowledgement, his deep violet eyes lazily shifted toward the door where only an outline of a body could be defined against the blinding florescent light pouring into the room beating the dreary orange shadows back.
"I can't do it, Loki. I'm not gifted anymore! These hands…" Bomber sat up and looked at his hands in front on him, "They can't do anything! Everything they touch turns to pure crap!" He plopped his face into his folded arms that rested on the keys. The one at the door made his way to the despondent teenager.
"No, stand back, Loki!" He said looking up from the place where he buried his face. "You'll catch my disease, I'm dangerous! Tell the others I'm sorry, but you must go on without me. I'm finished!"
"Damn, dude! You're not diseased, well mentally maybe, but that's not the point. I heard what you did just now. It was awesome…a bit on the depressing side, but genius nonetheless. You're a part of the band and we're not going on without you, chiefly since you're the mastermind behind 'GRW'. So cheer up and make some music 'cause the show is just four days away…and enough of this gloomy shit. The audience wants to rock, not be reminded of their grandma's funeral."Loki slapped Bomber on the back and grinned.
"Dude, you're right. I feel like pancakes…let's go to IHOP!" Bomber stood up and grabbed Loki's hand as he skipped out the door. The two lanky vinyl clad figures flashed by startled custodians in the halls as Bomber kicked open the doors to the parking lot and yanked Loki passed them just before the heavy doors slammed shut. Bomber didn't stop until they reached his metallic black Land Rover. Loki finally jerked free of Bombers grasp.
"What're you doing?! Just a second ago you were all whiney and now you want pancakes?! What the Hell is wrong with you?" Loki seethed baffled at Bomber's sudden mood shift. Bomber stopped and stared at Loki for a few moments with a complicated pondering expression seemingly thinking hard about it. Then he just shrugged and pulled out his keys.
"I'm not sure, but I'll think about it on the way." He unlocked the car and smiled at Loki before he got into the drivers seat. Loki lifted an eye-brow, but just shook his head and slipped into the passenger seat. Loki fidgeted with the stereo for a bit before he settled for a D'espairsRay CD and then started a search in the glove compartment. Bomber looked over at Loki.
"What're you looking for?" He asked, but Loki didn't answer and finally pulled something out.
"Aha! I knew I'd find one." He said triumphantly.
"It's not mine I swear! I was just holding it for a friend!" Bomber immediately claimed without knowing what Loki had found, but assumed it was the incriminating drugs or sexual paraphernalia. Loki pulled his long ebony hair back and tied it with the pink elastic hair band he had rummaged from the glove compartment.
"I know. I'm the one you're holding it for." He replied tucking the wisps of hair that were too short to be tied back behind his ears.
"Oh. Yeah, remind me to tell you to take that sometime and why the fuck is there a pink hair tie in my car? Goddamnit, didn't I tell you to keep you're fruity stuff to yourself?"
"It's not mine! I saw Vertigo stash it here after we left the White Elephant I just needed something to keep my hair back." Loki defended himself from the remark.
"Whatever, dude. You don't have to justify yourself to me…like why would I care if you like 'em on you own team…or course unless you're gonna hit on me then I've gotta tell ya right now that I don't swing that way unless you're really goddamn pretty and man I gotta say that you're not really my ty—"
"I get it! Shut up." Loki's expression was of unbelief at the way he could ramble on. Bomber smirked.
"What? did I hit a nerve?"
"For one thing if I was gay I could do way better than you, dude. So don't flatter yourself."
"You know you want my gorgeous bod!"
"Gorgeous? To what species?"
"…God I hate you." Bomber threw a playful jeer Loki's way and Loki just returned with a bright white smile against his black painted lips.
A couple minutes later they pulled into IHOP's parking lot, which was fairly packed for being three in the morning. Loki reached into the back seat and retrieved a grey hoodie, which he promptly put on over his vinyl bondage shirt with a hundred buckles crisscrossing the whole thing and licked off all the black from his lips. Bomber would have usually did the same thing, but today he was casually wearing a slightly oversized tattered shirt, which exposed his fishnet tank underneath and torn blue jeans with makeup limited to his eyeliner. Since he hadn't come to rehearsal for the past two days and today was no exception he hadn't bothered with dressing up in stage gear like Loki was burdened with.
Loki then stepped out of the car and pulled a pair of black sweats over his tight pleather shorts and buckle boots that went up to his knees and left only a couple inches of exposed skin between the boots and his shorts. Finally they went in and got a table.
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