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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 1, 2008 17:50:06 GMT -5
Here is that Fan Fiction I promised. Chapter 1
This will be same sex Bill/OC. Rating PG-13 for now. Later Chapter that may be rated R will individually be placed in the Red Light District.
--- Album 1 Inverted Voices Track 1 Don’t Jump
“Come on guys, hurry up!” came the anxious voice of the famous, hedge hog haired, vocalist.
“Bill, you are the only person who could be this excited to be in a city this bleak,” said the equally revered twin. It wasn’t just cynicism either, everything was either gray or black. “Why are we even playing here?”
Gustav merely shrugged. Then Georg added “Because Bill was promised all the skittles he could eat and you were promised hot girls?”
“Oh,…yeah,” Tom said with a smile that clearly stated ‘worth it’.
“Come on guys you need to cheer up, were in the States, us! I still can’t believe it!”
The others kept walking at the same pace, having learned to effectively tune out Bill’s spazzing. “Ok, so we’re playing here, but why are we sightseeing here?” Tom asked once more, but a bit more specific.
“Once again, all the skittles Bill can eat, do you really want to keep him in a small hotel room?” Georg again answered. Tom knew this of course, but he still needed to complain.
Amidst all the complaints they had failed to notice that Bill had completely stopped, staring at something upwards, they of course had run into him. However, Bill didn’t move an inch. “What the hell, Bill?” the three inquired simultaneously. Only when they too turned their heads with Bill’s did they see a small white figure huddled on a building ledge.
“Come on, Bill, it’s probably not what you think,” the twin began, still knowing full well that he had stopped listening.
“Yeah,” Gustav continued in place. “They’re probably just getting some air, like us.”
Georg didn’t even have time to put in his two cents before Bill bolted up the building’s fire escape.
“Is it just me,” Georg began with another thought, “Or is this eerily similar to our music video?” (POV SWITCH)
Syre sat on the high ledge, waiting, listening for the wind to bring any voice or whisper of protest, any voice that cared. Alas, nothing, the only thing the wind brought was it’s cold bite as it manipulated his long virgin snow hair and agitated his lose white clothes. Blue eyes were also looking, scanning for any creature, anything to notice, if someone would just see him, maybe, just maybe, he could be important, needed even. Still, nothing, no one.
“I don’t get why you keep hesitating, you now how cold and lonely this world is and how no one wants you, end it already. I’m seriously get ticked at the waiting you know,” said another figure, arms resting on the ledge, over looking the horizon. This figure, this opposite, it was and wasn’t him in every way. Tight black clothes, short black hair, piercing red eyes, not Syre, yet still apart of him. The voice, though sharp, had always been there. He merely lowered his head knowing it was imminent, Saphyre always got his way in the end. “Do I have to spell it out for you again? No. One. Wants. You. No one has, no one ever will. No one needs you. You’re merely a broken tool, a blunted weapon, you are of no use to anyone!”
Syre’s head didn’t move, but crystalline streams of clear blue began to flow from his eyes and his body started shake silently. His hope had run out, he knew Saphyre was right, but all this time he still had some hope, but no more. The emptiness hurt too much, his hollow shell was starting crumble. There was no better ‘morrow, he needed it to end, needed oblivion’s sweet, cold embrace.
He finally stood, his back to the city. He never had enough energy, but this he would do, he had to. Saphyre stood behind him in what little space was left, embracing him. “Come, I will help you fly, we can be free.” For the first time, Syre smiled, smiled in relief. Yes, freedom sounded good.
“Stop!” came the voice that shattered his mind, the voice that paralyzed him. Syre’s tear stained eyes widened and his silent mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. There in front of him was a person, the person, the one person he’d been waiting for, the person he’d hoped for. “Don’t do it! Believe in yourself, believe in tomorrow, believe in life, and whatever you do, don’t jump.” This person said staring right at him, in his eyes. “Please, come down from there,” he said, closer now, holding out his hand.
Syre somehow managed to bring his hand toward the other’s, who then pulled Syre immediately into a tight embrace. “Come on, say something, anything.”
Syre clutched at the man’s jacket, tears once again flowing, new tears, tears of joy. “Someone…came, someone cares,” he managed to say in choked sobs.
“Yes, someone cares. Bill cares,” he said in a comforting and introductory tone.
As what little energy he had left died away, he rested his against the taller male “Bill,” he said, testing the name out on his underused tongue. “Syre,” he replied in his own short introduction, still clutching to him. Bill merely smiled, this was what he was doing music for, being able to change just one person’s life, he couldn’t ask for more. END
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Post by Chibi-wa on Nov 1, 2008 18:04:49 GMT -5
-sniffles- I was so worried near the end. . . even though I knew it wouldn't end there.
Gah, I love it already! And no, I could honestly care less that it's slash -- we need slash every now and then! ^_^
And as I said before and in detail. . .
I just read it and it's full of raw emotion -- I really loved that.
'Cause the starting was all care-free and easy to imagine -- I could definitely picture that happening and then the next moment, BAM! Bring in the over-emotional Chibi who's on the edge of her chair, screaming, "HURRY, BILLIE! RUN FASTER!" and then got really happy and nearly cried at the happy embrace. ^_^
I want more.
EDIT: I had to edit the title of the topic on your post was all -- to add the neccessary warning of slash. Sorry!
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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 1, 2008 18:08:15 GMT -5
Thank You! Oh, what the heck, I'm feeling generous, I present Chapter 2! Bold means German.
Track 2 Forgotten Children
“So, what do you think is going on?” Gustav asked tiredly.
“Well, there wasn’t a splat and we’re not covered in blood, so it’s safe to say that he succeeded at whatever.” Georg replied in a similarly tired yawn.
“Knowing Bill, team TH will have a new member.” Tom said with an all knowing sigh. “It would probably be better if we just employed our entire fan base, at least it would be quicker that way.” After a few more minutes of waiting Tom decided to make things interesting. “Hey, how about we make a bet? Twenty bucks says it’s a girl and ten says that by the time she’s down here she’ll be spazing about us.”
Georg and Gustav traded looks. “You’re on.”
After about five more minutes Bill finally showed up and, as expected, he was carrying someone. A small-ish someone, with long flowing hair. Before Bill could say anything Tom declared, “Pay up,” holding out his hand cockily towards the other two.
However, they were smiling as well. It was Georg who broke the news, “Tom,” he said pointing at Syre’s chest.
Tom turned his head to see what Georg was pointing at, only when he really looked could he see that it’s what he wasn’t pointing at. Naturally, his smile disappeared. “Damn it,” he muttered handing Gustav and Georg their money. Still, he could at least get half of it back. He walked a bit closer to Syre, smiling his sexiest smile. “You know who I am, right? Want an autograph?”
Syre, however, turned his head back into Bill and grabbed tighter, clearly announcing ‘Who the hell are you?’
Tom backed off and growled slightly, handing the other two the rest of their money. They, of course, graciously accepted while laughing their asses off. “So,” Tom began with an annoyed tone, “What’s the plan?”
Bill’s eyes lighted up and he began rambling out incomprehensible plans. “Bill,” he started once again, interrupting the other, “We can’t keep it, you know that. We are just going to take it home and be on our way to our next city tomorrow.” Bill frowned at Tom’s choice of calling Syre ‘it’.
“How are you so sure he even has a home?” Bill countered somewhat weakly.
“Bill.” Tom stated with the classic ‘you know you’re wrong’ one word sentence.
“Um, Tom?” Gustav called. It was Gustav who noticed that the boy’s demeanor changed somewhat at the mention of the word ‘home’.
“What?” Tom responded still annoyed.
Gustav, however, ignored the other’s reply and walked up to Syre. “Do you have a home, a family,…anyone,” he asked in a whisper.
Syre just clutched to Bill again and mustered a slight shake of his head.
Everyone, even Bill, stared at the bright boy incredulously. After a moment though, Bill turned towards Tom once more, this time with an arched eyebrow and that classic smile.
“I know, I know, you don’t have to say it,” Tom said with a sigh. “Still, we just can’t take it with us, we have to take it to an orphanage or something.”
Bill, however, ignored his twin, save for another scowl when Tom called Syre ‘it’ again, and started walking with iron confidence towards their tour bus, knowing full well that a swarm of rabid fans would be surrounding their hotel by morning.
“Damn it Bill, get back here! Even you know that the smallest thing could cause a media inferno!” Tom yelled then let out a long angry sigh. Georg and Gustav were just standing back like nothing had happened. Tom turned toward the two, “You guys knew that pretty much exactly this was going to happen, didn’t you?” They just turned and started walking back toward the hotel, expecting Bill back when he got his situation settled.
Bill and Syre reached their destination in about an hour, Bill carried him the entire time. “Here, you can sleep on this couch, it’s not much but I’ve fallen asleep on it,” he said with a smile. Syre nodded in response.
After a few moments of silence, shockingly enough, it was Syre who said something. “So, Simba doesn’t seem to like me very much,” Syre said in perfect German, averting his gaze.
Bill stared at him for a few minutes shocked at this new information. Then, he burst out laughing at Syre’s name for his twin. “Hey, I have an Idea!” he said with an idea, “Let’s not tell them you know German, okay?” To which Syre merely nodded again. Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about Syre spilling anything, now he just had to worry about himself. Then he remembered he hadn’t really gotten Syre’s input on this whole thing. “Hey, are you okay with coming with us, with leaving this place?”
Syre immediately latched on to Bill again. “Y-yes, please, you’re the only one who...,” he started, but was cut off with Bill hugging him back consolingly.
After a few moments Bill’s demeanor took on a more serious state. “I’m sorry, but one more thing I have to know. Are you sure you’re not just on board because you’re a Tokio Hotel fan?”
Syre stared at him quizzically for a few moments. “Tokio…Hotel? What’s that?”
Bill stared blankly in return, thinking ‘Great… I rescued someone who’s never heard of us.’ He then smiled warmly at the other and said “I’m in a band, a quite famous one actually, will you be okay with all of that, can you handle it?”
Syre’s eyes flickered with doubt, but he nodded anyway.
“Good, I have to go back to my hotel and band mates, I’ll be back soon, I promise. Just sleep until then, okay?” Bill requested hugging the other. Syre nodded once more, this time, however, with a slight smile. “Okay, see you soon,” he said just before he went out the door.
Syre was alone again, but this time it was okay, it wouldn’t be like before. He kept that thought as he snuggled into the covers as well as the jacket Bill had left for him.
“He’ll forget too ya know. They always do.” END
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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 1, 2008 18:11:05 GMT -5
This is as far as I have gotten, but I promise more soon!
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Post by Chibi-wa on Nov 1, 2008 18:15:29 GMT -5
Aw, I had the most adorable mental image of Bill carrying Syre in!
And silly Tomi lost the bet. =3 He must hate that feeling by now.
>_< Syre better stay with Billie -- well, of course, he will. I know he will.
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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 1, 2008 18:25:31 GMT -5
(In response to previous edit) It's fine!^^
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Post by Chibi-wa on Nov 1, 2008 18:28:42 GMT -5
=3 I'm glad -- I just had to change it to suit the sad fact that some people would not be open to the idea of slash. Which depresses me. 'Cause I find this pairing very cute.
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Post by blackmoon on Nov 1, 2008 19:24:31 GMT -5
*smacks into and bounces off of several cyber walls*
OMG OMG OMG! IM HERE! IM HERE! I SAW POSTIES IN TEAM BK AND CAME RUNNING!
i will be honest, this is the first slash i have ever ever ever read...mainly because i usually only read from the other forum....and no one dares put this stuff on there....but anyway, i absolutly love this!! just some of the words you use and stuff...and Syre is so cute!! i wanted to slap Tomi when he refered to him as "it".
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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 1, 2008 21:31:24 GMT -5
Yes,Tom will not like Syre for a little while, but he is NOT the bad guy. I love Tom to! Oh, and you have inspired me. At some point I will put this on the official forum. If they hate me for it, I still have you guys!
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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 1, 2008 21:32:56 GMT -5
Everyone's support has really driven me. It's a little corny, but I present Chapter 3!
Track 3 Ready, Set, Go!
Gustav was practicing air drumming, Georg was mindless surfing the internet, and Tom was cooling off with German rap. Though he still couldn’t help being pissed off at how everyone was reacting to this whole thing. “Damn it you guys, why aren’t you more concerned about this kid?! You saw how he was dressed, he’s from a fucking asylum! How do we know he won’t axe murder us in our sleep?!”
“Aren’t you exaggerating a little?” Gustav retorted at Tom’s episode.
“Okay, fine, knife murder, better?” he shot back sarcastically.
“Come on Tom,” Georg added in, “You know Bill, odds are this kid is another phase and he’ll be at some orphanage soon enough,” he finished with a sigh.
“And if it isn’t a phase? What about when the media finds out?” Tom countered.
“If,” Gustav added quickly.
“No, when,” Tom insisted.
“Then oh well, we’ll figure it out as everything happens! You know, ‘live every second’,” Georg shot, fed up with Tom for one day.
Before anyone could say anything else the door opened revealing Bill, as expected. “What’s up?” Bill asked to the staring three, flashing the peace sign.
Tom just mumbled something angrily under his breath and stated “I’m going to bed.”
“He was right, Simba doesn’t like him very much,” Bill said laughing a little, excluding the fact Syre said it in German.
“Simba?” Georg asked.
“That’s what Syre called Tom on the bus,” he stated with a smile still remembering it.
“You did tell him that his name is Tom right?” Gustav added in.
“I thought that Simba was much cuter,” Bill said innocently.
“Shut it, Sonic!” Tom shouted from afar. This, of course, caused the three to laugh.
“What’s up with him?” Bill asked curiously.
“He’s just grumpy because he hasn’t been laid in while,” said Gustav casually.
“So,” Georg began, “His name is Syre? He doesn’t talk to much, does he?”
Bill smiled wide “He does to me!” he proclaimed proudly. Gustav started to clap sarcastically while rolling his eyes. Bill just stuck his tongue out at him.
“Hey Bill,” Georg interrupted, “You did tell Izzy that there is someone crashing on the bus, right?” Bill merely stared blankly, blinking every few seconds. Georg waved his hand in front of Bill’s face. “You know, Izzy? Our bus driver?”
Bill stared for a few more seconds, absorbing the information. “Shit!” he yelled abruptly. As if fated by god himself, Bill’s phone rang displaying the name ‘Izzy’. “Hello?”
“Bill, some fan of the band snuck into the bus, he’s locked himself in the bathroom. I’m calling the cops.” Izzy summed up.
“No don’t! He’s more afraid of you than you are of him! We’ll be right there.”
From a small distance Tom shouted “I won’t!”
“Thank you for that information, Simba. Wait, did she say the bathroom? Georg, weren’t you the last one to use it?” Bill’s face paled, if possible, when Georg slowly nodded his head. “Oh, dear god. We don’t have long.” Bill was first out the door, followed by Gustav and Georg.
Tom smiled to himself in his bed. “Poor psycho boy, death by toilet,” he said with fake concern.
“Those toilet cleaners I bought won’t help him for very long,” Bill said heavily, fatigued by running.
“Oh come on, my crap doesn’t stink that bad,” Georg defended just as heavily.
“Oh, yeah, then why are you running with us?” Gustav stated rather than asked with a smile.
“…”
“Exactly,” Gustav said smugly.
“Well, at least I wasn’t the one who evacuated the bathrooms last time we had Mexican,” Georg countered expertly.
After a few more minutes of impressive running they finally made it, Bill making a pact with god, jokingly, of course. “We’re here, Izzy!” Bill managed to shout, even in his out of breath state.
“It’s about time and you better explain this to me at some point or we’ll be making an unscheduled detour,” Izzy threatened well.
Bill went past her, ignoring the threat. He knocked on the door to the bathroom, “Syre, it’s me, Bill. Come on, open up. I’d rather not have you embalmed alive,” he said with his ear to the door. After some waiting he heard a faint click, he then opened the door to find a flustered Syre huddled on the floor in the small room, with his hand over his nose. Bill smiled and for the second time extended his hand to Syre who, for the second time, took the offer.
“I-I’m sorry about,” he began, but Bill cut him off.
“No no, it was my fault, okay? Come on,” he said pulling Syre back to the couch, who, of course, followed. “I’ll stay with you until we have to leave, which isn’t too much longer, okay?” he asked the smaller snow haired boy. He nodded once more, laying on the couch, resting his head on Bill’s lap with a yawn. “Georg, Gustav, thanks for running here with me,” Bill said while stroking Syre’s head soothingly.
“Of course,” Gustav replied.
“Band for now,” Georg started.
“Friends for life,” they finished simultaneously. END
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Post by Chibi-wa on Nov 1, 2008 21:47:47 GMT -5
-falls over laughing- Gosh, Georg, how horrible! You'll kill people that way!
^_^ Very corny and cute at the end -- just how I like it. lol.
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Post by blackmoon on Nov 1, 2008 21:51:34 GMT -5
haha im the axe murderer Tom! in multiple ways!! (inside things)
this chappie was too damn cute. thats all i can say without writing a book.
and if you post this on the other forum, we will protect you
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Post by Chibi-wa on Nov 1, 2008 21:52:47 GMT -5
Yes,Tom will not like Syre for a little while, but he is NOT the bad guy. I love Tom to! Oh, and you have inspired me. At some point I will put this on the official forum. If they hate me for it, I still have you guys! Yes! We'll support you here and there! ^_^
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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 4, 2008 19:26:10 GMT -5
from now on asterisks(**) mean German, bold doesn't show well here Track 4 By Your Side Georg and Gustav left Bill and Izzy with the bus. Besides they probably couldn’t handle Izzy at this god forsaken hour.
“So,” Izzy began, “What’s the puppy’s name?”
Bill smiled at that. “His name is Syre,” Bill said, still ‘petting’ him.
Izzy looked at him shocked. “You sure it’s a he?”
Bill feigned hurt. “Why Izzy, after being with me for so long you can’t tell cute guys apart from girls?”
“Hey, no guy, not even you Bill, has hair that great. Or is that damn adorable.”
Bill was getting fed up with all the questioning. “Okay, that’s it,” Bill said quickly pulling up Syre’s shirt and looked at her with a face that said ‘I told you so’.
“Uh, Bill,” Izzy said pointing at Syre. The said singer had a face of shock at the possibility he could have been wrong.
“Izzy, you little,” he said with a laugh, pulling Syre’s shirt back down. He just stuck her tongue out at him.
“Still,” she continued, now with a slight air of seriousness. “How do you know he’s not some crazed fan? What if tries to molest you, or Tom, in your sleep!” Bill was about to reply before she added an afterthought. “Or both!”
“Izzy,” he said trying to get a word in. “He’s never even heard of us.”
She looked at him like he was crazy. “Incredibly hot German singer say what?”
“I found it hard to believe to,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “In fact, I think he’s afraid of Simba,” he said smiling in anticipation of hers.
She had to stop for a moment to hold back the laughter. “Simba?”
“Adorable right?” “Aachoo!”
“Bless you, Tom,” Gustav said as he walked in with Georg. Tom just flopped over on his other side. “So, what are we going to do for the next…two hours?” Gustav asked jumping his bed.
“Are you kidding,” Georg said. “I’m going to need those two hours your asses from that sea of fans in the morning.”
“Where’s Bill?” Tom asked out of nowhere.
Georg and Gustav stared at Tom’s randomness. “He’s on the bus with Izzy and Syre,” Gustav being the one to answer.
“He didn’t come back with you two?”
“Aw,” Georg started teasingly. “Is Tomi worried that Bill has a new playmate?”
Tom flopped back over to face Georg with an accusing finger. “Georg, stop cruising the fan sites and go to bed.”
“Better than constantly cruising chicks,” he retorted getting into his own bed.
“You’re just jealous they all love me more,” Tom said with smug smile.
“You mean,” Gustav cut in, “Except for Bill.” This earned him a glare.
Then the lights cut off abruptly. “What the hell,” two of the three inquired.
“Some one needs to shut you two up and tell you to sleep,” Georg stated. His only response were some angry mumbles and a few sarcastic retorts.
After a very short period of sleep, the three headed out for the tour bus, somewhat pissed that Bill didn’t have to go through the same hell that was the ocean of fans. . They loved all their fans and the dedication they had, but at this hour they were ready to kill each other.
A few pictures and about fifty autographs later they finally got the sacred sanctuary. “Bill you owe me, I should have dragged your ass back to the hotel myself last night,” Tom shouted, only to see him asleep on the arm of the couch, Syre still in his lap.
“Shut up, will you? This is perhaps the most adorable thing I have seen since I agreed to drive you four all over this earth and if you ruin it I will teach you the meaning of the phrase ‘Hell hath no fury like a fan-girl scorned’,” Izzy threatened impressively from behind the wheel.
“Okay, okay,” Tom whispered, backing up with his hands in surrender.
“Uh, guys,” Gustav inquired, pointing at a recently shivering Syre. “Should we be worried about that.
“Just put a blanket over him, he’ll be fine,” Tom said nonchalantly.
It was Georg who went to check on the boy, instantly snatching his hand away as soon as it touched his skin. “He’s ice cold, how is that possible,” he asked looking at the others who just shrugged.
“Who do you think I am? House?” Tom asked.
Izzy just rolled her eyes. “Don’t just sit there! At least wake up Bill!” However, her shouting did just that.
“Huh? What?” The sleep drunken singer inquired intelligently. He instantly snapped fully awake, eyes widening, when he noticed why everyone was staring at his lap. “Syre? Syre! Syre, wake up!” Bill shouted gently shaking the smaller teen. “Damn it, wake up Syre, please!” After a few more moments the bright boy returned to the world of the conscious, once more clutching Bill. He, of course, returned the hug in a desperate attempt to warm him up.
Georg checked Syre once more. “He’s just about normal again,” he said just as shocked as the first time.
“*I’m telling you guys, the kid is bad luck,*” Tom said.
“I-I’ll be fine, for a long time in fact,” he whispered with a smile into the singer.
“Damn right, you will be I’m making sure you don’t leave the sight of one of us five,” Bill said still embracing him. End
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Post by twilightxseraphim on Nov 4, 2008 19:46:48 GMT -5
The next chapter explains the last part of this one
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