Death the Kid has a beautiful voice, which he exploits in a band comprised of his childhood friends named "Crimson Heart." He never expected to make it big, but as it turns out, people love their music. Now the poor boy can't go anywhere without get...
A.N: Sorry for not updating in a while... Love you guys!
Soul's P.O.V
Wow... I've gotta say, this whole fame thing is pretty damn fun. Especially when you're just a band member. Poor Kid, though... He's always having to deal with inane fans. I can see why he complains.
I recently found out that we're scheduled to have a board at an upcoming con. That's basically just where we sit at around a table onstage and answer questions from fans.
"Hey, Soul?" Hitasu snaps me out of my thoughts. He and Akira are currently planning for some shows next week.
"Yeah?"
"Well, we're trying to figure something out with that song 'Voices', and we were thinking Kid could sing those few lines, the really innocent sounding ones. Cause he definitely has the voice for it." He explains.
"Right. What about it?"
"We're trying to convince him to wear a dress for it." He rushes the sentence a bit.
"I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING CROSSDRESS, YOU CREEPS." Kid yells from across the room.
"But you'd look so adorable in a lacy little lolita dress! Besides, you're more fit for it than anybody else I know." Hitasu states knowingly.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You're just so petite! Like a beanpole with a cute face."
".....okay, you're actually starting to scare me."
"It won't be for a long amount of time, really." He trails off. "Akira, you think he'd be adorable in a dress, right?"
Akira laughs. "As long as you give him hair extensions and white thigh-high stockings, too."
"NO." Kid yells, ignored.
"Black*Star?" Hitasu asks.
"Only if I can take pictures for blackmail!" The bluenette (I know it isn't a word. Just deal with it.) shouts.
"NO! NO! NO!" Kid's desperate pleas go unanswered as Hitasu turns to me.
"And what do you think, Soul?" I glance to the other side of the room, smirking the slightest bit as I look Kid in the eyes.
"Do it. It'd be adorab-- Mmph!" Kid tackles me, covering my mouth with his hand.
"IT DOESN'T COUNT AS A VOTE UNLESS HE FINISHES HIS FUCKING SENTENCE, ASSHOLES." He pants, eyes wide with anger and fear. I struggle, but his arms and legs are wrapped around my midsection from behind. Tightly, might I add.
I claw at his arms, trying to pry them off of me, but to no avail. Shit. I'm desperate... I open my mouth, his hand still clamped over it, and lick him.
He freezes, loosening his grip enough for me to break free. "...did you just fucking lick me?!"
"Hey. I gained my freedom. That's good enough for me." I shrug.
He looks at me, bewildered. "Do you have any clue how disgusting that is?! I just..." He sighs. "I'm going to go boil my hands free of these germs..." He walks off to the nearest restroom.
"Aaaaaaand I bought the dress." Hitasu laughs a bit, breaking the awkward silence.
"Good luck getting him to wear it..." I laugh, crossing my arms.
"Oh... Don't worry. I'm like a brother to him! I can convince him." He smiles reassuringly.
"Doesn't Kid hate his brother?" Black*Star questions.
"...Exactly. I have my ways, you guys... Trust me." He smiles at me. "Speaking of Kiddo liking people... He certainly seems to have taken a liking to you, Soul."
"Yes, because tackling somebody across the floor is the newest way if saying 'I love you.'" I laugh.
"No! I'm serious. He didn't slap, punch, or kick you when you licked him. If any of us had, we probably would've needed an ambulance."
"Right, yeah... Sure. He's a twig." I roll my eyes.
"You'd be surprised how much pain a twig can inflict."
I roll my eyes again, standing up off the floor. "Hey, guys..." Kid walks back into the room, his hands a bright red, like he had just scrubbed off seven layers of skin in scalding hot water. He sits in the chair furthest from any of us. "Just so you guys know, I hate you."
"Well, just so you know," Hitasu replies. "I bought you a dress."
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You'll never get me to wear it."
A.N: WHOO! An update! Sorry I don't update often... There's this little thing in my life called STRESS (also known as "school, drama, girl scouts, homework and my mother who thinks I have all the time in the fucking world.")
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