Model and the Bass
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
7,532
Reviews:
100
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuYu Hakusho, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Model and the Bass
Model and the Bass
Disclaimers: Don't own any characters
An alternate universe, sorry, no demons, where Kurama is the most popular model who has an inexplainable crush on a certain member of the smash hit band, Carnage. Hiei on the other hand, has no clue who or what a Kurama is... Well, our redhead isn't one to let that go with out a fight...
By the way, ignore the horrible lyrics, they were made up just at three in the morning to give an interesting entry
Chapter 1: One-sided Love
*****
Badum
Wake me with blind eyes
Ba da bada bada
To a world of lies
Badum, badum
This is where it dies
(E-chord)
(Cymbols crash)
(Black out)
The crowd went wild, the girls and some guys screaming their confessions of endless love for their favorite band member. Too bad for the audience all three were married, engaged, or not interested. Well, that’s not true…
“What’s wrong, Hiei?” the small girl approached the boy with the same eyes as her.
Hiei sat by the window, starting out the tour bus as they passed yet another corn field. “Nothing,” he grunted at his reflection.
“But you’re not happy?”
“I’m fine,” he turned to face the only person he had ever cared about, the only family he had left.
“That’s not the same as ‘happy’,” she smiled sweetly.
Hiei let out a huff of a laugh.
“That’s a little better. Come on, Hiei,” she encouraged, “You’re the bass guitarist of the most popular rock band in America, Carnage. Everyone knows who you are, and would do anything just to meet you. You’ve done nothing but perform sold out shows for this entire tour…” when Hiei still didn’t respond, “You get to ride all over the country with your favorite younger twin sister.”
“That was low,” he smiled.
“But it worked,” Yukina cheered. “What were you thinking about just now? You seemed lost in thought.”
“Nothing, really,” he sighed looking out the window for a little bit before facing his sister again, she was waiting for a real answer, and refused to give up until she had gotten one. “Fine… I was wondering what I will do when this free ride is all over. You know when they figure out that we’re really not as great as they thought we were. And I’ve wasted all my earnings on booze and weird ‘I Love Lucy’ paraphernalia.”
“Hiei, don’t be so pessimistic. This hasn’t been a free ride at all. You, Yusuke, and Kazuma have all worked really hard to get where you are today. With all those try outs and practices lasting until three or four in the morning. You’ve worked really hard to be where you and your friends are today.”
“Hn, it’s not pessimism, it’s being realistic. I’m waiting for the day to find me when I’m sitting on a coach with a wife beater on that barely covers my beer belly, and I’m surrounded by unknown empty bottles and cans of beer, watching the ‘I Love Lucy’ reruns that were considered old when we were born.”
“That’s not realistic at all,” the girl with long teal colored hair giggled, “you hate beer. If anything you’d have that sake stuff, you like for some odd reason.”
“Hn, yeah I guess, but I also hate ‘I Love Lucy,’ but I don’t think that’s going to stop me from buying a t-shirt with her face plastered all over it.”
Yukina laughed out loud, which was still a soft sounding chuckle, “Don’t lie, I’ve seen you up late watching those old black and white marathons.”
Hiei just joined in on the enjoyment of being with his sister.
*****
Meanwhile, only a few cities away, the young beautiful red haired model, under the alias of Kurama, was just getting settled in his most recent hotel for the night. He was jumping around, listening to his CD player so loud that he didn’t even notice when the much bigger man entered his room, casting a shadow over him. The large figure stood in the doorway, watching the skinny boy dance to the unheard music. Kurama didn’t even notice the man until he tipped over the bed, landing on his back, and saw him from his upside down position.
“Um… Hi, manager,” he smiled sweetly.
“Yeah, hi, Shuichi,” Taguro raised an eyebrow, “having fun?”
“Yes, I was just… getting a, um, workout. Yes, a workout,” he laughed sitting up right on the bed, fixing his hair.
“Really,” he rolled his eyes, going more into the room. “I’m here to discus your schedule for tomorrow.”
“Do I really have to work? It’s almost my birthday. Come on, manager, let me have a day of, please,” he used his infamous pout.
“Oh, no you don’t little one. That pout does not work on me,” Taguro gruffly. “You have work tomorrow whether you like it or not.”
“Oh, fine,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a disappointed nine year old.
“You’ll have to wake up tomorrow at five, and we’ll go for your martial arts/ gymnastics workout. And then at seven, you’ll have your usual health conscious breakfast. I don’t know how you eat seaweed and tofu, but whatever you want. After that, you have a morning shoot for formalwear for one of those fancy things, an early afternoon shoot for bathing suits with that girl, Kori, who likes you…”
Kurama let out a low groan of annoyance. He wasn’t sure which one was Kori, but all the girls were the same, brainless airheads with big boobs and fake personalities. He didn’t think all models were bad, a lot of the girls he met were actually really nice, and only modeling to work their way through college. If his orientations went that way, he probably would have gone for his only modeling friend, Kira, but that’s not what he wanted… actually, this life isn’t what he wanted either. He just wanted to be a normal boy going to a normal school with a normal really, really, really hot boyfriend…
“…and I’ll go get a whore to fuck well into the night…”
“What?” large green eyes grew even wider.
“Just checking to see if you were listening.”
“Oh,” Kurama nodded off into his own world again, and didn’t snap back to reality until he heard his favorite band’s name mentioned.
“… Carnage. Think of it as an early birthday present. I really don’t understand what you see in them, their just like any other teen pop band.”
“Just like any teen pop band? Are you kidding me?” he pulled out a scroll poster of a three-man band playing on a large smoky stage with laser lights, “Carnage is the greatest band there is. Not only are they all friends from high school, but they were all trained by the same woman in martial arts, all three are black belts. The eldest is Yusuke, really hyper and energetic, he acts more like a kid. He loves video games and ramen. I’m still trying to figure out if he’s just bi or really horny. He’s a great performer. He likes to get up behind one of the other boys and pretend to hump them. The way he acts it makes it seem like he’s married and can only let out his frustrations of being tied down on the stage…”
“Were you planning on majoring in psychology?” Toguro cut in.
“No,” Kurama said curtly before going back to describing his favorite band. “The middle one is Kuwabara, he plays the drums. He’s the biggest, and not quite the best looking, but he’s like a gentle giant. I read somewhere that he opened a home for stray animals, he has over fifty pets, I think. He’s engaged to Yukina, who happens to be the youngest member’s sister.
“The youngest is Hiei, the bass guitarist, he’s the same age as I am, and he’s my favorite of all three. He is… he’s just hot. Really there’s not much else to it. He’s really into martial arts with just about any weapon, but he’s best with the sword. He likes to keep to himself most the time he’s really mysterious, but has an odd weakness for ice cream. He likes action movies and racing cars. He’s so cute, I think he’s only 4’ 10… probably five some thing with that hair of his. He’s got bright red eyes, which I thought were contacts for the longest time. The rest of the band along with their manager and producer say that Hiei is a great brother, who is always taking care of his younger sister, Yukina, she’s his twin, and they’re the most adorable siblings I have ever seen, because their about the same height with the same eye color, but that’s about all that they have in common physically,” Kurama was staring straight at Hiei in the poster as he rocked out, imagining the boy actually moving, playing his heart out, small droplets of seat flying off his slick body as did a quick turn before singing into the mike. Oh, that deep voice always sent tingly chills down Kurama's spine.
“Would you and the poster like to be left alone?”
“Yes, please.” Kurama smiled innocently up at his manager.
“Are you even going to say thank you?”
“For what?”
“Your backstage pass for Carnage.”
“What?” Kurama jumped up on his bed, very excited.
“I should have known you weren’t listening,” Toguro sighed, “It’s your early birthday present. You get the night off for the concert.”
Kurama came very close to screaming like an excited preppy girl. “Yay! Toguro, I love it!”
“Yeah, yeah, go be happy with your lover boy,” the large muscular man stood, and headed for the door, “Now get some sleep, you have a lot of work tomorrow,” and walked out the door.
Kurama kissed his favorite poster of Hiei, where the short man was wearing a silk black shirt, but half of it was hanging off so he could strongly display his tattoo of a dragon, before jumping into bed, barely able to sleep.
~TBC~
Disclaimers: Don't own any characters
An alternate universe, sorry, no demons, where Kurama is the most popular model who has an inexplainable crush on a certain member of the smash hit band, Carnage. Hiei on the other hand, has no clue who or what a Kurama is... Well, our redhead isn't one to let that go with out a fight...
By the way, ignore the horrible lyrics, they were made up just at three in the morning to give an interesting entry
Chapter 1: One-sided Love
*****
Badum
Wake me with blind eyes
Ba da bada bada
To a world of lies
Badum, badum
This is where it dies
(E-chord)
(Cymbols crash)
(Black out)
The crowd went wild, the girls and some guys screaming their confessions of endless love for their favorite band member. Too bad for the audience all three were married, engaged, or not interested. Well, that’s not true…
“What’s wrong, Hiei?” the small girl approached the boy with the same eyes as her.
Hiei sat by the window, starting out the tour bus as they passed yet another corn field. “Nothing,” he grunted at his reflection.
“But you’re not happy?”
“I’m fine,” he turned to face the only person he had ever cared about, the only family he had left.
“That’s not the same as ‘happy’,” she smiled sweetly.
Hiei let out a huff of a laugh.
“That’s a little better. Come on, Hiei,” she encouraged, “You’re the bass guitarist of the most popular rock band in America, Carnage. Everyone knows who you are, and would do anything just to meet you. You’ve done nothing but perform sold out shows for this entire tour…” when Hiei still didn’t respond, “You get to ride all over the country with your favorite younger twin sister.”
“That was low,” he smiled.
“But it worked,” Yukina cheered. “What were you thinking about just now? You seemed lost in thought.”
“Nothing, really,” he sighed looking out the window for a little bit before facing his sister again, she was waiting for a real answer, and refused to give up until she had gotten one. “Fine… I was wondering what I will do when this free ride is all over. You know when they figure out that we’re really not as great as they thought we were. And I’ve wasted all my earnings on booze and weird ‘I Love Lucy’ paraphernalia.”
“Hiei, don’t be so pessimistic. This hasn’t been a free ride at all. You, Yusuke, and Kazuma have all worked really hard to get where you are today. With all those try outs and practices lasting until three or four in the morning. You’ve worked really hard to be where you and your friends are today.”
“Hn, it’s not pessimism, it’s being realistic. I’m waiting for the day to find me when I’m sitting on a coach with a wife beater on that barely covers my beer belly, and I’m surrounded by unknown empty bottles and cans of beer, watching the ‘I Love Lucy’ reruns that were considered old when we were born.”
“That’s not realistic at all,” the girl with long teal colored hair giggled, “you hate beer. If anything you’d have that sake stuff, you like for some odd reason.”
“Hn, yeah I guess, but I also hate ‘I Love Lucy,’ but I don’t think that’s going to stop me from buying a t-shirt with her face plastered all over it.”
Yukina laughed out loud, which was still a soft sounding chuckle, “Don’t lie, I’ve seen you up late watching those old black and white marathons.”
Hiei just joined in on the enjoyment of being with his sister.
*****
Meanwhile, only a few cities away, the young beautiful red haired model, under the alias of Kurama, was just getting settled in his most recent hotel for the night. He was jumping around, listening to his CD player so loud that he didn’t even notice when the much bigger man entered his room, casting a shadow over him. The large figure stood in the doorway, watching the skinny boy dance to the unheard music. Kurama didn’t even notice the man until he tipped over the bed, landing on his back, and saw him from his upside down position.
“Um… Hi, manager,” he smiled sweetly.
“Yeah, hi, Shuichi,” Taguro raised an eyebrow, “having fun?”
“Yes, I was just… getting a, um, workout. Yes, a workout,” he laughed sitting up right on the bed, fixing his hair.
“Really,” he rolled his eyes, going more into the room. “I’m here to discus your schedule for tomorrow.”
“Do I really have to work? It’s almost my birthday. Come on, manager, let me have a day of, please,” he used his infamous pout.
“Oh, no you don’t little one. That pout does not work on me,” Taguro gruffly. “You have work tomorrow whether you like it or not.”
“Oh, fine,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a disappointed nine year old.
“You’ll have to wake up tomorrow at five, and we’ll go for your martial arts/ gymnastics workout. And then at seven, you’ll have your usual health conscious breakfast. I don’t know how you eat seaweed and tofu, but whatever you want. After that, you have a morning shoot for formalwear for one of those fancy things, an early afternoon shoot for bathing suits with that girl, Kori, who likes you…”
Kurama let out a low groan of annoyance. He wasn’t sure which one was Kori, but all the girls were the same, brainless airheads with big boobs and fake personalities. He didn’t think all models were bad, a lot of the girls he met were actually really nice, and only modeling to work their way through college. If his orientations went that way, he probably would have gone for his only modeling friend, Kira, but that’s not what he wanted… actually, this life isn’t what he wanted either. He just wanted to be a normal boy going to a normal school with a normal really, really, really hot boyfriend…
“…and I’ll go get a whore to fuck well into the night…”
“What?” large green eyes grew even wider.
“Just checking to see if you were listening.”
“Oh,” Kurama nodded off into his own world again, and didn’t snap back to reality until he heard his favorite band’s name mentioned.
“… Carnage. Think of it as an early birthday present. I really don’t understand what you see in them, their just like any other teen pop band.”
“Just like any teen pop band? Are you kidding me?” he pulled out a scroll poster of a three-man band playing on a large smoky stage with laser lights, “Carnage is the greatest band there is. Not only are they all friends from high school, but they were all trained by the same woman in martial arts, all three are black belts. The eldest is Yusuke, really hyper and energetic, he acts more like a kid. He loves video games and ramen. I’m still trying to figure out if he’s just bi or really horny. He’s a great performer. He likes to get up behind one of the other boys and pretend to hump them. The way he acts it makes it seem like he’s married and can only let out his frustrations of being tied down on the stage…”
“Were you planning on majoring in psychology?” Toguro cut in.
“No,” Kurama said curtly before going back to describing his favorite band. “The middle one is Kuwabara, he plays the drums. He’s the biggest, and not quite the best looking, but he’s like a gentle giant. I read somewhere that he opened a home for stray animals, he has over fifty pets, I think. He’s engaged to Yukina, who happens to be the youngest member’s sister.
“The youngest is Hiei, the bass guitarist, he’s the same age as I am, and he’s my favorite of all three. He is… he’s just hot. Really there’s not much else to it. He’s really into martial arts with just about any weapon, but he’s best with the sword. He likes to keep to himself most the time he’s really mysterious, but has an odd weakness for ice cream. He likes action movies and racing cars. He’s so cute, I think he’s only 4’ 10… probably five some thing with that hair of his. He’s got bright red eyes, which I thought were contacts for the longest time. The rest of the band along with their manager and producer say that Hiei is a great brother, who is always taking care of his younger sister, Yukina, she’s his twin, and they’re the most adorable siblings I have ever seen, because their about the same height with the same eye color, but that’s about all that they have in common physically,” Kurama was staring straight at Hiei in the poster as he rocked out, imagining the boy actually moving, playing his heart out, small droplets of seat flying off his slick body as did a quick turn before singing into the mike. Oh, that deep voice always sent tingly chills down Kurama's spine.
“Would you and the poster like to be left alone?”
“Yes, please.” Kurama smiled innocently up at his manager.
“Are you even going to say thank you?”
“For what?”
“Your backstage pass for Carnage.”
“What?” Kurama jumped up on his bed, very excited.
“I should have known you weren’t listening,” Toguro sighed, “It’s your early birthday present. You get the night off for the concert.”
Kurama came very close to screaming like an excited preppy girl. “Yay! Toguro, I love it!”
“Yeah, yeah, go be happy with your lover boy,” the large muscular man stood, and headed for the door, “Now get some sleep, you have a lot of work tomorrow,” and walked out the door.
Kurama kissed his favorite poster of Hiei, where the short man was wearing a silk black shirt, but half of it was hanging off so he could strongly display his tattoo of a dragon, before jumping into bed, barely able to sleep.
~TBC~