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    Description: Two band members desperately trying to withhold their relationship with all the fame and secrecy. TW:Substance abuse, mild violence, abuse, cheating, both implied and self-harm and suicide mentions. (I promise no one dies in this one-!! Or do I. Really just some hurt comfort, there isn't any smut but sex is mentioned/implied)

Everyone who was anyone knew who the Fatui was; a band who took the world in the palm of it's hand. Their lead vocalist was Rosalyne, better known as her stage name La Signora. A fierce blonde woman with statement red eyeshadow, a bold black lip and the voice of an Angel. The band's second member was the balladeer Scaramouche; their main guitarist a mysterious man who always wore black gloves and who no one knew the real name of with a black and purple electric guitar decked out in flashy art. Their third and most popular member was Tartaglia more so Childe, the band's drummer; his charming smile and daring personality caught the attention of millions. Lastly was Dottore, the bass guitarist; most known for the mask he wore on stage and a frequent trend of bones and hearts in his fashion choices. (Fuck being a doctor, do the iconic thing and be famous)

    They formed back in first year of Highschool, the group of teenagers all crowding in the basement of Scara's massive fancy house playing their crappy instruments full blast well Signora and Scara sung their hearts out and screamed till their throats were raw. It had all started as Scaramouche's little rebellion he did with friends time to time to spite his mother but it had become so much more; it was an escape from the hell of living they all suffered, it was a spark of flame in a dark void.

Fame was not their goal, they just wanted freedom but fame is what they recived; pushing them all back into that box they were so afraid of. It was all tiring, having people constantly digging for the contents of their very soul; every vulnerable part of them abused and put on display. The publicity changed them. The real members hidden behind fabricated masks.

Sunless silence filled the atmosphere, tartaglia and the balledeer resting together on the mangled sex drowned sheets of their 5-star hotel suite one lit cigarette being passed between the two drained musicians. "Kabuki.." Only he called him that anymore. "I fucking hate this..." the ginger groaned, all his child-like energy drained from those soft blue eyes "I want to be happy... I miss those days when we'd laze around those record shops.. drunk and making out in the bathrooms well the others tried to find us.. but now we can't go to shit without people finding out.. I want to take you out on a proper date not just.. lazy sex."

Kabuki took another drag of the cigarette, blowing smoke into Ajax's face "that's gone now, as far as anyone else cares we hate each other and you're dating that actor chick remember...? this isn't real in their world, don't cry over something non existent." His words stung both of them, pretending their child-hood romance—one of the only things that remained of their old lives—wasn't there killed them both, seeing Ajax kiss her knowing that was what reality was and that it couldn't be him without the press turning their love into a spectacle; bending it so out of shape they won't even recognize each other. He killed the cigarette bud on his slender thigh adding to previous faded scars from his younger years; hissing at the sting before pecking Ajax on the lips "Come on, It's time to sleep baby, we have interviews tomorrow."

   The Raven could hear him crying, Ajax with his face buried in his ashen back assuming him to be asleep; he cried holding him close. Memories of sleepless nights where the two would stay up—high out of their minds—lazily attempting to play a tune on his guitar well They poured their hearts out into their lyrics for Rose to sing the next practice haunted his thoughts.
When things were simpler...

Interviews were such a pain, having to pretend to get along on camera for all their insufferable fans. Things got messy between the members; once they were friends but now any time spent in the same room together would lead to arguments. It seemed to spilt down the middle, Signora and Dottore had different plans then the couple; they started making bad names for themselves, being caught by paparazzi throwing up drunk in front of bars or cussing out random people. Kabuki didn't blame them, he knew what pressure could do to a person. Far too well.