Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Introductions- Part One

"You'll like 'em, I promise."

That was the empty promise that was supposed to fuel Spartos' desire to meet his brother's bandmates. And honestly, it didn't. He already knew Sinbad and Ja'far, the lead singer and guitarist respectively. He didn't mind Ja'far- but Sinbad tended to give the redhead a migraine. He was a good friend and leader and all, but Spartos could only stand so much. He could only imagine what the others were like.

"I have better things to do, Mystras." He replied without looking up from his book.

"Oh, come on Spar! They're cool, I swear!"

"I'm not interested in meeting your friends."

"Why not?" The elder sibling plopped down beside his younger brother. 

"Because, I'd just rather not." Spartos shrugged. "I'm fine just reading a book until you come home, as per usual."

Mystras groaned. "Spartos! You need to live a little! C'mon, stop being a bum and just hang out with us for a while."

Spartos sighed and glanced up at his brother. "...when and for how long-?"

That was how he ended up here, backstage of one of his brother's band's concerts. The concert was over with, of course. And he was stuck in the middle of a group of crazed fangirls. One of them had hit him in the head on several occasions, and the booming music only added to his growing headache.

"Honestly.. How can Mystras enjoy this?" He mumbled under his breath. 

The band was a few feet away, swamped with their own herd of girls. Spartos could just pick out his brother, and the two he already knew. But other than that, the others were complete strangers.

Their band consisted of seven members; five guys and only two girls. Spartos thought that was a little excessive for a classic, rock band- but they were pretty good that way. One of the girls even played a cello during one of their songs. 

Finally, the crowd seemed to disperse enough that Spartos could weave his way to his brother. 

"Spartos!" He exclaimed, grinning and resting an arm around his younger brother's shoulders. "Finally."

Spartos gave him a light glare. "Your fans are crazy." He huffed. 

Mystras shrugged. "Yeah, I know." 

"It's good to see you again, Spartos." Ja'far greeted with a smile. 

Spartos returned the gesture. "Likewise, Ja'far. It's been a while."

The white-haired male nodded once as he set his precious guitar in its case. "It has."

"Hey! It's chibi-Mystras!" Sinbad exclaimed, sauntering over to ruffle the male's hair. 

Spartos grumbled slightly, fixing his hair. "Honestly, Sinbad.. Anything but the hair."

"He spends about half-an-hour fixing it every morning." Mystras teased, making Spartos elbow him. 

"I do not!" 

"You straighten it, and it takes at least ten minutes. And then your anti-frizzy stuff."

Spartos flushed in embarrassment and plopped down on the couch. "This is why I was less than eager to come  see you.." 

"Oh, come on Spar. Don't be like that. You haven't met everyone." Mystras tugged on his brother's sleeve, urging him up. "Come on, they're probably this way."

Mystras led him back towards the stage, where the auditorium was now empty. A guy and a girl both sat on the stage, packing up instruments. The guy had red, almost pink hair and a muscular build. He was setting up his drums. The girl was fairly short, and blonde. She hummed as she packed away the keyboard and cello.