STARFUCKERS (inc.?)
by elenity
 
 

~somewhere in America

Marilyn sat lazily on the big couch in his best friend’s appartment and reached for the tv remote control, which was lying on a little table hidden beneath some scattered music magazines. He lifted the cover of one of them, the weight of the pages twisting it dangerously.
“Humm…,” his throat spoke as his eyes examined his own face staring at him.
The other man in the room leaned over his shoulder and took the cover out of his hand, lifting it until it ripped off the rest of the pages.
“Heee, you lost an arm!”
“Who the fuck cares?” He sank back on the couch and pushed the upper button on the remote control. A series of channels began flashing on the screen, his thumb nervously searching for something worth watching.
“Mari-baby, you look simply awful in those glittery red clothes,” his tongue searched for the back of the cigarette hanging from his lips as he spoke. “And that flashy red makeup…” His lips closed tightly to take a deep puff. “How COULD you!?!”
Marilyn turned his head to face his friend, who was now sitting on the back top of the couch, almost on his shoulder. “Shut up, Trent, that was the past –HEY!” his eyes drifted back to the tv as a well known song began filling the smoky air.
“U-hu! Great song,” Trent began humming the melody he himself had composed.
“STARSUCKERS”
“And great video,” Marilyn added when his disguised figure appeared on the screen. He faced his friend again, “What would you have done without me?” A wide black-framed smirk lighted his white face.
Trent looked back at him, threw the cover away and punched his mate’s cheek. “What would _you_ have done withouth me? Already forgot who brought you up?”
“Eeeeh, take it easy, man,” Marilyn’s hand took the other off his cheek. “’Course didn’t forget, and, you see?, that was the past. Now look at the beautiful me sitting there in your car on the video…”
“The beautiful you, yeah, Mari-baby,” he sent him a mocking kiss through the air.
Marilyn rolled his eyes, grabbed Trent’s neck and pulled him until their lips met for a hungry kiss. Then he decided tocenter again on the video playing, but the cover of another magazine caught his eye. “Mmmh? What’s this?” His hand reached for the bunch of pages glued together and he interestingly examined the strange bright cover, full of crazy chicken scratch. “Chinese?”
“Japanese!” Trent laughed at the surprised look of his friend.
“SHOXX”
“I’m glad you still know how to read,” he grinned as Marilyn crossed his leather-clad long legs and stuck his tongue out. “It’s one of Japan’s best music magazines,” he added.
“And since when do you read Japanese?”
“You know I don’t. But it’s fun to look at the way they dress… Some of them are cool, really!”
Marilyn arched an eyebrow inquiringly, his forefinger poking at the face of a guy with spiky blue hair who looked at him from the cover, the big letters next to him reading ‘GLAY’. “Cool?” The reamining eyebrow joined the other high up his forehead. “You call _this_ cool?”
Trent reached for the magazine. “I said SOME of them look cool,” (elenity: GOMEN hisashi-san… for me u look great!) he began flapping the pages quickly. “Lemme see… Here! Take a look at this,” he handed the magazine again to the what-the-hell-did-you-just-do looking figure.
Marilyn let his eyes wander over the two-page picture: 5 guys dressed in a quite gothic way (especially three of them), each one with a different color hanging from their heads and a thick makeup sticking to their faces.
“So, what do you think now?” he patted his shoulder.
“Yeah, cool…,” he placed his feet on the couch so that the magazine resting on his knees came closer to his eyes. “Dir En Grey…” He spoke the words out slowly, savouring the syllables as his left little finger ran over the picture of one of them, a tall purple-haired guy wearing long dark gothic nets and leathers, a pair of shorts which showed the full lenght of his endless legs (he decided not to think about the guy’s taste for tights), and a pair of little demon-wings. “Cool…”
“I knew you were going to like that little angel-looking whore!” Trent laughed, “A real demon! But I prefer that one,” he pointed the guy standing next to the other one, blue hair falling over his shoulders, his strong jaw perfectly defined by his slight tilted head.
“And how do they sound?”
Trent blinked.
“U-hu,” Marilyn waved a hand in front of his startled friend’s eyes. “Did you hear me?”
“I did, but…”
“But?”
“Well…,” he coughed, “I haven’t got the faintest idea. But you know, they are Japanese, so it has to be that ‘tling-tling-ping’ thing…”
“Typical from you!” he laughed. He stood up suddenly, making the couch move dangerously backwards due to Trent’s weight on its back top, and headed towards the computer. “So let’s find out”
“Hey be careful!” Trent shouted as he tried to regain stability.
For a while both surfed around the internet trying to find any information, mp3 or mpeg about the 5 guys, but all the pages they discovered were written in an unanaderstandable mix of little strokes.
“Fuckin’ Chinese…”
“It’s Japanese”
“Oh well, whatever…”
“Nevermind”
“Uh?”
“You forgot the third part!”
“Ou shutup!!” *rolls eyes*
(elenity: errrr… stupid tribute to my dear Nirvana… *runs away before the tomatos thrown from the crowd hit her*)
(*coughs*)
Soooo, after about an hour of frustrated search, they ended up on a page also written in unreadable language, but with a few nice-looking hyperlinks.
“Do you think we should try one of these?”
“Maybe they’ll just take us to another page like this”
“Or maybe they’ll give us a mp3”
“So try then”
Marilyn clicked on the hyperlink and a mysterious file began downloading into Trent’s computer.
“Did you see how’s the file called?” Trent asked as the little blue bricks began to fill the download bar.
“Think it was something like ‘san’, or ‘zan’…” Marilyn pouted
“And what the hell does that mean?”
“And how the hell should I know?”
“But you’ve been touring around Japan!”
“You too!”
“But you are going to tour Japan next week so you should be learning something!!”
“U just forgot i’m touring with you?”
Their trascendental conversation about such a metaphysic issue was drawn to an end as the ‘beep’ meaning ‘download complete’ echoed in the dark room. Marilyn blinked.
“That’s it?” he asked, “SO fast?”
Trent laughed and looked lovingly at his computer, “That’s the benefit of installing optic fibre!”
Marilyn pouted jealously. “Guess I should install it also when they come around my building…”
“Ok now, let’s take a look at what we just downloaded.” Trent pushed Marilyn over the edge of the chair and sat on the little space, taking the mouse out of his hand and taking complete control of his computer. “Now’s my turn”
“Hey, be careful!” Marilyn shouted.
He looked for the file and clicked four times on it, first two to decompress it and last two to open it. After a few seconds, the media player flashed on the screen and it went blank for an instant as the programm switched automatically into full-screen mode.
“Guess we have a video thi-“
His words were cut by the music starting to play, the images filling the screen…

The room remained dark and silent for almost a minute, the time both needed to take in the mix of images and sound they had just seen.
“…”
“Huh?”
Marilyn blinked and leant backward on the chair, an arm on his friend’s shoulder to balance his weight and not fall to the floor. “Wasn’t that bad, don’t you think?”
“No, not bad at all…” He ran a finger through his hair and placed behind his left ear the rebell string of long hair sticking to his eyes.
“I think you should change you mind about Chinese music being ‘pling-cling-ting’”
“’tling-tling-ping’”, Trent corrected.
“Ok,” Marilyn rolled his eyes, “Then about Chinese music bei-“
“Japanese music”, Trent cut him.
Marilyn stirred nervously on the chair, “Nevermind.”
“Now you forgot the first t-“
“SHUT THE HELL UP!!!”, Marilyn shouted, his teeth gnashing as he stood up, pushed Trent on the couch and jumped on him.
 
 

~somewhere in Japan

“Ok, Kaoru,” Yoshiki yawned and started looking for the key of his room inside the pockets of his tight leather pants. “Was nice to have some drinks together, ne…” He yawned again and giggled as he found the small piece of metal. He held it up high proudly.
“Yeah,” Kaoru smiled back, “was nice!” He wondered if their drunk producer would be able to get to his room or if he would fall asleep somewhere on the way. “Hum, Yoshiki-san…” the older man giggled at the sound of his name in his numb ears, “Should I…”
“Don’t worry, Kaoru-chaaaan,” he turned around and started his way towards the end of the corridor, dangerously swaying and bouncing from wall to wall, “I’m not _that_ drunk. See you tomorraaawww… *giggle*”
Kaoru faced his door and looked for his own key, thinking how would Yoshiki look like if he were _that_ drunk… He smiled at the thought, surely they would discover sooner or later. Though, now that Hide was no longer around, the man had built a shell around him and didn’t go out to have fun as often as before; everybody knew about the parties X Japan used to make, and about the parties the couple had given in LA the time they had lived there together…
Wishing that Yoshiki would recover completely from the loss on some day, he closed his eyes,  sighed and entered the room, closing the door carefully behind him.
“Toshiya?” Kaoru asked, blinking painfully into the darkness that filled the room they were suppossed to share in that hotel.
“Shhhhh,“ was all the response he got. The voice had come out from the corner of the room where the sofa was placed, so he directed his eyes there and dicovered the slim figure of the bassist curled up on the floor, his back leaning against the arm of the sofa, watching a dark series of images flashing on tv.
“What are you watching?” he asked in a low tone as he approached him.
“Come, Kaoru-chan,” Toshiya waved an absent hand at him, his face fixed on the tv, the light coming from it lightening his sweet features. “A great video.”
Kaoru sat next to his friend on the floor and tried to center his attention on the dark images, discovering it was Nine Inch Nails’ last video. There was the dark Trent Reznor on a car with a blonde girl, then playing at some freak attraction, and finally back int he car with the girl… but… wait a moment… was that…
“…,” was all Kaoru could say when they video finished.
Toshiya smiled at him warmly, his purple hair caressing his shoulders as he turned to face him. “So that means you hadn’t seen the video before?”
“No…”
“You should have!” He drew closer to Kaoru and rested his head on his shoulder. “I’m so glad that he finally went back to his dark looks and ended up his glam-era…”
Kaoru shook his head to help the image of the beautiful girl turining into Mr. Manson go away. Once achieved, he switched the tv off and picked up his half asleep friend, bringing him to the bed. “Do you know they are going to tour around Japan together? They play in Tokyo next week.”
Toshiya sighed and lifted his sleepy eyes to meet Kaoru’s. “Ne, Kaoru-chan, wanna go with me to the concert?”
Kaoru blinked, startled at the mischivious glint of evil he thought he had just seen behind the veil of sleep. “Of course I’ll go with you, you know how much I like them.”
As he placed his already sleeping friend on the bed, he remembered the video and blinked again, this time as he discovered that very same glint coming to his eyes. ‘Is this the reaction?’ he thought, ‘Interesting…”
He undressed and crawled under the sheets, drifting into sleep with the image of a leather-clad figure dancing in his head and singing… something which sounded like ‘starfuckers’. A smile came to his lips.
 
 

~somewhere in Tokyo

“GOOD NIGHT TOKYO!!!!!” Trent shouted, the crowd at his feet screaming back. It was a long time since they had last played in Japan, and now he regretted not having come more often to the land of the cheering crowd. Simply incredible, how the people supported them and jumped like crazy at all the songs… even if they didn’t know them… even if they didn’t understand a word! Because, he was sure, 95% of the ones screaming back right now had surely not idea of what he had just said. Going back to Prehistoria, to the meaningless shouting… to Prehysteria!!
He grabbed the microphone out of the stick which had held it up high and placed both hands on his hips, remembrances of hundreds of concerts scooting through his mind, of thousands –millions! of people screaming madly at whatever he did or said, and he came to the conclusion that not only Japan, but the whole world had gone back to Prehysteria.
Nodding in agreement with his thoughts, he looked for something on the left rear pocket of his black leather pants: a small sheet of paper with something written, a few sentences made up mainly of consonant-vocal-consonant-vocal sequences. As he narrowed his eyes and approached the piece to his face, he wished he had had a better idea than to put it in one of his pockets. He should have foreseen the heat and sweat would blurr the writing… but it looked unreadable to him even when it was clean and neat, so it wasn’t such a stupid decision then…
“I-IMA… uh… err… wa-WATS… eeeem… WATAH…,” he took the microphone away from his mouth and cursed loudly, he cursed not only the damned paper, but the damned fact that the world had different languages. He coughed to clear his throat, “I-MA-WA-TA-Ssss… uh??” He felt completely stupid staring at the meaningless lines of words, so ‘what the fuck’ he thought and threw the paper away. When it reached the floor, he looked at it with the corner of his eye and stepped on it with all his weight. He smiled and looked at the never shutting up crowd. Hell, that was one of the best concerts ever, if only they could share some understanding…
“So!” he said in English, not caring anymore about nobody understanding him. Luckily someone would rememeber the school lessons and translate to the rest… “I have a little surprise for you!!” The crowd roared back, he wondered if in anticipation or if just because they were used to. “This is our newest single, ‘STARSUCKERS INC.’,” this time the crowd cheered louder, which implied they had recognised the name. He grinned. “And an old friend of mine is going to join me tonight…”
The lights went off, only the flames of a few candles showing Trent was still there, and suddenly he was not alone anymore. A ghostly light fell from the ceiling up onto the two figures standing together near the edge of the stage. One was Trent, clad in black leather from head to toe, his long sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks, a micro in his right hand, the left resting on his hip. The other was a taller man wearing a black net shirt, a black long skirt with a big cut along its left side which showed his long legs, and black boots; long black straight hair surrounded his peculiar white face, black eye shadow drawing a mask from temple to temple, one contact linse deep blue, the other deep crimson, his lips pitch black.
The ghostly light kept on falling over Trent, but it changed into a bloody red for the other man as his head tilted jerkily, his lips grimaced letting his white teeth flash, and his arm raised, little and forefinger escaping from the tight fist.
The crowd shouted even louder and, slowly, their ancient roar turned into a kind of ‘me-a-lin’ scream when they recognized Marilyn Manson as the man standing next to Trent Reznor on stage.
“STARSUCKERS!!!!”

‘Starsuckers?’ Kaoru watched as Toshiya screamed and bounced around, perfectly mixing with the crowd, and remembered the night he had seen the video for the song for the first time. ‘Starfuckers’, he had thought then… He stared at the two men on stage, blushing slightly at the repetition of the misunderstood word in his head. His eyes drifted from Mr. Manson to Trent, one of his favourite singers ever, and he turned a deeper shade of pink, so he decided to concentrate on the first.
“STARSUCKERS!!!”
The skirt flew around him every time he stopped his wild run around the stage by placing a foot on a speaker, and he didn’t seem in a hurry to make it hang properly from his waist. He moved his body so that it left one of his legs completely bare, sometimes even both, and his fingers began tracing the path from his ankle to his knee, to his upper thigh, then turning inwards to reach his…
Kaoru shook his head and looked again at Toshiya, who glared dreamily at the scene. He smiled and patted his friend on the back without obtaining any response.
“That guy’s really some kind of walking porn”, Kaoru said in a low voice. The associations his mind made with the ‘walking porn’ turned to draw a picture of Sugizo, and his lips curved in what was the beginning of a smirk as he thought of the unsane pairing that black-clad whore and the promiscuous guitarist from Luna Sea would make.
“I’m straight, you know.”
Kaoru’s heart almost jumped out of his chest when he heard the unexpected words. He turned his head to face the dark sunglasses of a pouting pink-haired figure dressed in jeans and a black long-sleeve MM t-shirt. After the first shock, he laughed out loud.
“Yeah, I know! You’re a straight as a winding road!” He paused for a moment in order to watch as the older man placed his hands on his hips and opened his mouth in an offended way, but he didn’t let him time to say a word. “The way Ryu kisses you on stage and that week you disappeared together with Hakuei show us how straight you are!”
The pink-haired man cleared his throat and blushed so that his skin matched his hair color. “Euuuuh, that’s the past, eeerrrr…” He turned away from the grinning blue-haired guy and looked to the stage, regaining composture. “Well, I just wanted to say,” he started, “that I’m not interested on that goth. Tell your little bouncing friend that he can do with him whatever he wants.” He cocked his head towards Kaoru, lifted his sunglasses to let a conspiratorial eyebrow look at him for an instant, and flashed his lucifer smile before desappearing, engulfed by the crowd.
Kaoru stared for a while blankly into nowhere, then slapped his own cheek to come back to reality. The last song of the night, that ‘Starsuckers inc.’, was about to finish, and with it the concert, so his mind had to start functioning quickly if they wanted to meet the two men on stage. Though he and Toshiya were stars in Japan, being Dir En Grey one of the most famous bands in the moment, if not the most, their names meant surely nothing to any American, so nobody would let them get to the backstage. If it had been the concert of any Japanese band, things would have been much easier… if only they had hired any as a supporting band…
A little yellow bulb lighted over his head and he smiled widely, grabbing an startled Toshiya by the arm and driving him as fast as he could through the crowd towards the first raw.
“Hey!” Toshiya screamed, rubbing the sore spot in his arm where Kaoru’s fingers had left a white mark which was quickly turning red. “What the hell are you doing?”
He drew the purple head closer and talked directly to his ear in order to make himself understood over the loud volume of the speaker next to them. “Do you wanna meet them?” The bassist nodded, so he went on. “Ok, so start jumping and screaming what you imagine the lyrics for the song are as loud as you can. Just try to make them notice we are here and we are worth meeting at the backstage. It’s desperate, but it’s our only chance!”
“Ok!” Toshiya grinned, and both started doing so.

Trent approached Marilyn and poked him in the ribs. “You won’t believe it, Mari-darling”
Marilyn let the skirt fling around his long legs and turned to face the owner of that interesting tone. “Huh?”
Trent wrapped his right arm over his friend’s shoulders and kissed his lips soundly next to the microphone, the crowd screaming crazily at what they thought was characteristic of Japanese bands only. He placed their cheeks together and laughed inwardly at the grin in the other man’s face.
“Do you remember the photo on that magazine at my place?”
Marilyn cocked his head. “You mean the Chinese one?”
“Japanese”
“Oh, well, whatev- “
“Nevermind!!”
“HEY STOP IT!!!” Marilyn tried to sound angry, but the laugh coming form the other man made his voice choke with laughter. “Yeah, I rememer it… and?”
“Well,” Trent choked, “Just take a look at the firs raw,” he pointed with his forfinger, “Just at at your feet”
Marilyn followed the direction of that black nail and blinked as he recognized the two figures. “Hey! That’s the one I pointed! The purple-haired little devil!”
“Yeah, together with the one I pointed,” Trent looked into the amused eyes of his friend and both smiled, knowing they were sharing the same thoughts.
Still snuggling up against each other, they approached the verge of stage to finish the song.
“Starsuckers incorporated!”
They exchanged a last look and pointed to the two Japanese guys in front of them, the last word of the song filling the air:
“STARFUCKERS!!!!”

Kaoru and Toshiya grinned at each other as one of the huge bodyguards took them out of the crazy crowd, lifted them up in the air and headed towards the backstage. They still had time to turn around and take a last glance at the two figures on stage, who were looking at them with the evil face that anticipates a night full of fun…

~owari~   ~20.56(8.56pm)~24June2000~
 

author notes: weeee, one of my longest fics!! maybe you find it pointless and meaningless and a lot of –less, but i just wrote it for fun, so it’s ok. i dunno the color of deg members these days, neither know i if they like marilyn manson or nine inch nails, but I like them and that’s enough, isn’t it?
thanx to yoshiki-sama for his cameo *bows*
thanx to sugizo-sama for his cameo *bows*
thanx to ‘oh well whatever nevermind’ out of nirvana’s ‘smells like teen spirits’ song for its constant appearance *bows*
gomen to hisashi-san for making marilyn laugh at him *bows*
gomen to kyo, die and shinya for not appearing on the fic *bows*
hope you enjoyed it!
feedback is highly welcomed, flames also (though be careful, i may send mari-baby to have a little chat with you… heheheee), wanna read comments
ok, have to go now, somebody’s waiting for me *eyes her hydeclone and her teruclone hentaily*
wish my other clones were here too… *sighs*

elenity#
 

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