| Part 9 Crawford emerged from his dressing room center stage. Tonight they would be interviewed along with Weiss. White and black, across each other, and so, from Takatori�s approval, all had dressed in black, and from what they assumed the Weiss members would do opposite. Catching a glimpse of a writhing black and white figure against the darkened wall behind him, his guesses were right, and hoped to hell no one noticed that Yohji had disappeared from Weiss. He smiled, gaze turning lovingly to watch his lovers hips sway as Farferello walked over to him. Tonight he�d gone for something different. He wore a tight fitting leather top, three buckles across the stomach as the shirt opened, revealing his pale chest. The hard collar pulled up behind his neck, the ever present choker, now changed to one of a d-ring. Almost elbow length gloves, finger- less to show his perfectly painted nails enclosed his arms, plus the tight black bondage pants sinking lower than usual on his hips. With a cocky grin at Brad�s gaze he blew him a kiss before going to set his kit up. Crawford smiled, watching his ass as he walked to the smaller stage area. He suddenly cheered up. Before they�d changed, they had come across the moody red headed leader of Weiss, almost leading to fist fights, when Farferello caught him staring at him funny. Where Ran saw ugliness, he saw raw beauty in its primal form. Straightening his own leather clad shirt, clasped together by a zip and pins at the side, he moved to the stage, looking up with no amount of small glare when Schuldig decided to arrive. Flustered, and trying to sort his clothing out, a happy shit-eating grin spread across his smirking features. He had gone for leather pants, no shirt, but long velvet sleeves that started just below his biceps and trailed off at a loop over his finger. Black eye liner encased all of their eyes. Only making his more alluring. Wolf whistling Schu set up his guitar, plugging in the amp, before winking at Nagi. Tonight they�d be playing one of their newer songs, hoping it�d be a hit, like their others. The keyboard player of Schwarz stood nervously, a small smile over his face. He couldn�t wait for the night to end. It�d be the weekend and he�d be able to stay with Omi, or Omi with he�though Nagi still wasn�t sure if Omi had gotten over the incident with Farferello driving. He knew now exactly why Crawford always took the keys from him. It was quite scary. He shifted in the too tight leather pants, the velvet shirt he was wearing, smoothing across his skin silkily. Both he and Omi had appeared to choose either silk or velvet over leather like the others. They seemed to connect in so many ways. Of course, having a mutual love for computers and hacking only made it better. At the call of ten seconds the others got ready, starting the introduction to a more known song of theirs before moving onto the newer songs. The thrill of the crowd yelling and screaming for them never stopped the pump of adrenaline. This really was living. After playing their songs to a loud audience, the lights slowly dimmed on them before the shriek of a guitar and blinding white lights, cord music and base, lit up the stage next to them. It was Weiss�s turn. Everyone was adorned in white, looking like some kind of heavenly creature. Farferello shook his head with a tut, before walking off stage, unbuckling the shirt he was wearing and letting the shirt hang loosely from his body. He could always re-do it later. He moved to their small room, Schu and Nagi disappearing to the opposite stage to watch their respective partner play, as Crawford joined Farferello. �Couldn�t wait to escape could you?� He slid to the floor, kneeling in front of the silver haired one, hands sliding up his legs to clasp his waist as he pulled him closer. �You look so hot�� Crawford smiled, pressing kisses to his loves� face before the other could answer. He felt hands in his hair, massaging his head for a moment before pulling him away so Farferello could press a loving kiss to Brad�s own soft lips. �You�re not so bad yourself�. His single eye glinted with mischief and myrrh as a leather covered hand stroked over a bronzed cheek. Smiling Farferello pulled the other into a hug with a soft sigh. Outside he could still hear the fans, the music from before winding slowly down. �We should get ready for the interview�. Crawford stood back up, offering him a hand, which Farferello easily took. �I promise to be good�. Farfie smirked playfully as he began to re-do his belts, hands being batted away after a moment as Crawford helped him. �If you are, I�d think something was wrong�just no fights�. He ignored the tongue sticking out at him, refusing to think in the tighter than tight pants at that very minute. �Maybe later�. With a wink of his own, he left through the small door, Farferello catching up and greeting the other members of Schwarz after a moment. Neither had expected the moment when Manx and Weiss crashed Schwarz�s interview earlier than organized. All were surprised, Takatori hadn�t had a coronary. �Weiss, may be starting out, but as they say, goodness always prevents over darkness�. Manx winked to Takatori as she pushed her boys to the front of the cameras, Ran knocking into Farferello in the same moment. As promised, Farferello did TRY to be nice. But didn�t appreciate the growl and crude remark on live television from Weiss�s red headed leader. �Watch where you�re going one eye�. Ran�s eyes narrowed as he tried to stare down the silver haired Irishman. Biting his lip, teeth digging in Farferello ignored him, continuing to answer any questions directed at him, but Ran wasn�t to thrilled with being ignored. �APOLOGIZE THEN!� Ran growled out. He ignored Ken�s gentle tugging on his shoulder and pleadful look, as Omi and Yohji stepped back. �You bumped into him Ran, just forget it�. Crawford tried to settle the peace; the cameras still on them, snapping pictures and it was making him uneasy. �Don�t talk to me, little man, he needs some manners�. Ran seemed to glow red with madness, as he moved closer to Farferello. �I have some, you however, could be bitten in your ass by some manners and you wouldn�t know it�. Farfie glared back, closing in just as much as both Crawford and Ken moved closer, trying to stop any impending fight. �I�d like to see you try dammit�. Ran�s eyes flashed as he was now nose to nose with Farferello, who�s own eye was flashing in warning. Neither noticed the �snap snap� of a camera as they tried to glare the other down, snarling under their breaths. Crawford placed an arm around his lovers� waist as Ken tugged Ran back by the arm. Sneering and glaring at each other enough to freeze someone to stone they parted. Ran walking out of the interview, the other members of Weiss following before Farferello stomped out himself in the opposite direction, Crawford following, leaving a very red Takatori and embarrassed Schuldig and Nagi who soon followed, walking off to find their own companion. �I�ll kick his ass and cut his hair off next time�. Farferello hit the wall closest to him, growling softly before arms were pulling him to an equally comforting chest. �Sssshhh baby, he�s just so far up his ass, he thinks he can do no wrong�. Farferello nodded melting into the hug, tightening his grip for just a moment. �Let�s go home�. Crawford nodded, pulling Farferello out of the room, past security and down the passageway leading out to the alley where the car was parked. The other members they knew would stay out for a while longer, and maybe not even come home, cooling down they went home. Nagi had watched the events silently, hugging Omi when he caught up to him and they were alone. �Ran really went off on one ne?� Omi nodded with a sigh. �He can be such a BAKA! Farfie did nothing wrong�. He pouted a little at his own teammates reaction to the whole incident before both boys got changed, heading out to the arcades afterwards. Ran huffed in his locker room, kicking various things like walls and almost Ken on a few occasions. �I�ll show him. WEISS WILL BEAT SCHWARZ�S ASSES!� Ken nodded a small smile on his face as he panicked inside. /he is FLIPPING OUUUUUTTTTT!/ Hoping to calm him he pulled the redhead to him, glomping onto his arm and hugged him, which seemed to appease the redheads� anger for the moment. �No manners any of them�. Ken just nodded his agreement. ~~~~~ Meanwhile the last two members didn�t seem to care about what had happened. The evident rocking, moaning and groaning coming from a back stage closet giving the implication they didn�t give a damn. Neither got home till early the next morning. Thoroughly enjoying themselves before crawling home to their respective beds. Later that early morning, the smashing of a coffee cup could be heard as Crawford began reading the paper at the kitchen table. �I guess Takatori and Manx got what they wanted�. He shook his head, dropping the paper to the table, as he walked to the bathroom to join his lover in a very long shower. The snapshots from last night making one of the local papers. Front page spread. �Weiss verses Schwarz� black and white in the battle of the bands�will their ever be grey between these two arch rivals. Not that the title made him drop his cup and choke on his drink but the image of him and the brunette from Weiss holding their snarling lovers back. The managers wanted rivalry and boy had they got it. ~But what would the fans think?~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |