| Part 1 Farferello tapped his fingers against the arm of the plush leather seat he was currently slumped in. He�d long given up listening to the �encouraging speech� scrap that, �encouraging three hour whine about nothing speech� Takatori was giving him and the rest of the members in the band. After falling asleep twice throughout the three hour long meeting, he was itching to get outside. Growling to himself, he shifted so a leg lay sprawled over an armrest whilst the other was underneath him. Drowning out his managers� voice he decided to concentrate on the other band members. Closest to Takatori was their youngest but most brainest member Nagi Naoe. The kid was young but had a lot of talent and was hardly seen pried from his laptop�the same laptop he had threatened to �fix� on many occasions when bored. Nagi being the smart guy he was new better, he�d seen how Farferello had �fixed� the television. Nagi had said he would need therapy for life after coming into the guestroom to find the television demolished and a happy Farferello sitting in the carnage. Dust and broken bits of television screen littered the floor and in the middle of all of it sat the resident silver haired nutter, a blissful �I didn�t do it� grin spread across his pale cheeks. He would have been believable to, had he not been chewing on wires, knife in hand and giggling maniacally after the door had been shut on him. It was then Nagi decided to NOT leave anything of value with Farferello again when he was bored. Nagi, referred to as �kid� by Farferello was currently typing away at his laptop, humming and nodding in the right places as Takatori spoke. At the moment he was setting up their newest lyrics, imputing data and using his system to figure out a tune that best suited. The little guy was a whiz at it. Sensing eyes or eye in this case on him, Nagi looked up and glared at Farferello, his messy brown hair sweeping into his vision before he huffed it away and went back to the task at hand. /he really needs to get laid/ Farferello thought as his gaze turned to the man opposite him. In front of him sat Schuldig, he snickered silently at the name, not even Takatori knew his real name. Schuldig was the groups flirt. The best PR they had, mostly, because on stage he literally fucked his microphone whilst singing and made lewd movements as he played the guitar. Being the drummer of the band Farferello had little movement and was always hidden at the back, much to Schu�s and Takatori�s relief. It wouldn�t be good publicity for the fans to see a one eyed male playing the drums, grinning as he hit the skins with one of his ornate handled knives, many a kit had been ruined by one missed throw. Farferello watched as the German flicked back his orange/red hair and gripped the ebony table in front of him. Three hours for him without a cigarette drove him quite mad. Meanwhile the thing driving Farferello mad�well madder than he already was, was the current position of a certain red headed Germans foot. Though he tried to hide it, Schu was currently trying to play tootsie with the man to his right. Crawford, known to his friends as Brad *if you dared to call him it that is*. It wasn�t that he minded Schuldig being gay, he just minded that he was trying to play tootsie with HIS lover. Of course no one knew that though, Brad had said to keep it that way, and it more than infuriated him. Right now he wanted to take back his confiscated knives from Takatori *ok so he used them more than once when pissed off, had gotten himself thrown into jail over night, and had cut up four leather seats and three tables in his lifetime there. Hey, people KNEW not to leave him alone when bored* and disembowel the red head sitting opposite him. After almost three years together their relationship was STILL a secret, and Farferello was fast losing the little patience he had. Schwarz had only been together for a year. Before then Farferello and Crawford had met in a previous �boy band� In reality though, they had been the only two that had talent, and soon after them signing with Takatori the band went down the drain. Not one of the other members were out of re-hab, either sleeping around or doing drugs had been their downfall. Farferello and Crawford weren�t that stupid. Farferello had been the outcast of the band, the constant underdog and target of practical jokes, though the laxatives in everyone�s food but his one night had absolutely NOTHING to do with him, he would swear by it. The same went for the shipload of manure to their trailers or the dye in their shampoo�. *Ok so he did get even now and again*. His chopped silver hair, blazing amber eye, scars and eye patch had kind of kept him back *not to mention his wicked sense of style*. He didn�t have the beauty that the manager of the band wanted back then, the other members had consisted of blond haired, blue eyed assholes with only a single brain cell between them and even less talent. But they WERE beautiful and fit to the genre required, anything else at that time didn�t matter, and Farferello got use to being treated like crap *he couldn�t even have his knives*. That was until Crawford had come along. |