Collection of TaeNy Oneshots (TheDonkatsu Collection)

Gilded - A

  Posted on May 11, 2013 by thedonkatsu  

"And now... the highlight of the night. Let's welcome them with the loudest, craziest scream... the Gold Chain Killers!"

Tiffany scoffed amidst the deafening cheers and shouts in the small stadium, finding the name as ridiculous as when she first heard it.

After exchanging eye-rolls and shakes of the head with her band mates, she leaned back against the bar, frowning in dislike as she crossed her arms and watched her archenemy walk the center of the stage coolly, smirking arrogantly to the crowd.

Tiffany's eyes traveled slowly, from the top of the lead vocal's head, down to the golden strands cascading over a tight black leather jacket lined with gold chains, lingering at the neck framed with spiky gold necklace before stopping at fair skin between the small black top that started and ended just perfectly, in her opinion.

She kept her expression under control in spite of the rising urge to place her palm against that flat belly displayed so blatantly under the tiny top and jacket.

Once she had finished taking all that in, she let her eyes wander down further and resisted the sharp intake of breath her body wanted her to take when she saw the tight black pants, adorned in gold flowers, wrapping two perfect legs on black leather stilettos.

She let out a silent curse inside, hard enough that it rang in her brain, completely drowning the roaring screams and guitar riffs.

"Oh yeah!"

The voice pulled her eyes upward, dragging them slowly back towards that smooth belly, the small top that she now noticed also had gold spikes and chains on it, up the neck to a toothy smirk and those eyes she both despised and craved for so much.

"Playtime's over. We'll show you how it's done," said the vocalist, drawing yet another thunderous round of cheers and jeers.

She clenched her jaws when she saw the woman point straight at her.

"Watch and learn," said the gold-haired woman with a wink.

Her band mates roused, noisily retaliating, shouting insults at the woman on the stage in her defense.

Tiffany let them continue for a few more seconds before she held up one hand, silencing them.

"But she was-..." protested her drummer from beside her.

"Let her," she said curtly. "We'll prove our worth another way."

Her eyes never once left the woman who had taken command of the stage, pulling the crowd into rock delirium as she literally captivated the stadium with her singing and charisma.

—-

"See ya, Tiff."

She looked up from her bag and nodded goodbye to the last of her crew through the mirror before going back to her search.

"Looking for this?"

The voice that reached Tiffany's ear was laced with so much mirth that her hand shook a bit, fighting the will to wipe off that smirk she knew so well.

She turned around and saw her leaning against the dressing room door, still in her stage outfit. In her hand was the object Tiffany had been looking for all night.

"You took it from me?!"

"Now now, calm down," replied the gold-haired vocalist with a smirk as she began to approach Tiffany. "I didn't mean to steal it." She stopped in front of the frowning woman. "I just thought it'd be a good excuse for you to come rant at me, all accusing and angry and hot. Like you are now." The smirk grew a bit wider, followed by a teasing lip bite.