Gettin' Bi Mai

ChibiRhinni:

ClumsyKitty: Yea, poor Seto!lol and it doesn't get any easier for him either.

Zoe: Mwahahahahhaha! There's a reason why I have her name in the title...
*glomps* Reading your commments is just as refreshing! Thank you so much for your review!

Hitori: LMAO Silly, silly girl! But I agree, I can't stand Mai either! I hate it when Jou goes ga-ga over her! Yuck! It just makes my skin crawl!

O.O at the muffin joke. OMG. O...M...G! LOL

Like I said, silly silly girl! Silly girl and her silly muffins! lol

AUTHOR'S CORNER: I believe all the other reviews I had posted with the other story for chapter 2. If I missed ya, I'll respond to ya again in the other story!

Good news! I feel soooooooo much better now! yay! *pounds chest* Thank you all so much for your concerns and support! You guys are awesome!

Oh about the song in this fic, it's completely made up. Not the best lyrics in the world but hey I never told you guys that I'm a songwriter! *giggles* Anway...


*ENJOY*


“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“DRUMS!”

Jou grasps the microphone as Miyazaki Kuroki, the wheat blond haired drummer for Shattered Dreams leads the rest of the band into the interlude of their current hit song, Somethin’ New. The moderate tempo beat of the song soon fills the blond lead singer’s in-home studio. A pink tongue darts out to wet parting lips as the smooth hypnotic baritone voice begins to meld itself to the music.

I’ve seen so many faces,
Spoken so many names,
Each quest for love is different,
But it ends all the same
All the pain and no gain,
A loser in a winless game

Tired of the cold
This is gettin’ old
But then I met you…
And it’s somethin’ new

Lookin’ deep in paradise that’s your eyes
And I realize…It’s somethin’ new

Hearin’ pure heaven that’s your voice
And I rejoice…It’s somethin’ new

It’s somethin’ new

Oh baby it’s true,
You’re somethin’ new…

“Okay you guys, I’ve heard enough!” The producer, Yamanashi Kyo grins, obviously very pleased. “You’ve practiced all morning; let’s spend the rest of the day, relaxing. No need to stress out before the big journey.”

The band gradually stops with Satoru giving a hoot in a burst of energy.

“We so gonna rock this tour!”

Kuroki shakes his head, chuckling. He gets from behind his drum set and walks casually to his friend, who has strawberry blond hair and sandy blond bangs covering his left green eye.

“It’s unusual for you to be so enthusiastic about tours, what changed?” the drummer gives a knowing smile, tapping his aloof friend on the forehead with one of his sticks.

The strawberry blond guitarist blushes a bit as he shrugs awkwardly, trying his hardest not to smile. He failed however, when he swipes at another attempt to his forehead.

“I’m just so excited! I can’t believe I’m going to finally meet my old best friend after all these years! Shit and I didn’t even think to get him anything! I wonder if I have time to run to the mall…”

“Oh how cute! I hope he’s gonna be more useful dan just warming up sheets!” Jou snickers as he rushes over to put both boys in a headlock.

“Oh screw you! We were like ten or some shit when we last saw each other face to face!” Satoru wrenches his head from the grasp as he motions to playfully punch the hazel-eyed boy in the face. “And besides, he’s very intelligent and doing really well for himself now. I think he’ll be more than useful! Gah! I bet he’s just as gorgeous as ever! I mean you use to see him ALL the time on T.V. Then I had gotten so worried and had to be a spoiled rich bastard and track him down, you know to see if he’s ok…”

“Alright, alright you’ve told us all of that! But how come you’re not giving out any names?” Kuroki asks, pushing his way out of Jou’s headlock also.

“Because…” The strawberry blond drawls out grinning, “I want it to be a surprise! Trust me, you’ll be shocked as to who I use to hang out with! Oh, and thanks Kyo for letting my friend join us!”

The producer nods as he stands up from his booth. “No problem, just as long as you promise he won’t be a distraction to the band.”

Satoru frantically nods his head in an unspoken promise.

“And how can you be so sure that he won’t be?” came anguish reply.

All heads turn towards the blonde vixen sitting cross-legged at her keyboard.

Quite frankly, Mai is pissed. She’s been silently seething because she just now found out about the mysterious friend through the conversation. It’s certainly not the only time this has happened. Whenever there’s a decision or a change in plans, she’s always the last to know. Sexist bastards!

“I can’t believe you, Kyo!” the violet-eyed woman spats, standing up stiffly. “How could you approve such a reckless move RIGHT before, perhaps, our biggest tour to date? WE don’t know a thing about this guy and apparently Satoru couldn’t possibly either! Who knows what kind of guy he is now! And for once would it kill any of you to let ME in on what the hell is going on?! Such foolishness! Nothing but a bunch of immature boys!”

Jou sighs exasperatedly and curses silently as he just walks further away.

Kuroki in turn follows the lead blond, mumbling, “Where in the hell did she come from and who was even talking to her?”

While both men kept their peace, a certain guitarist wouldn’t stand for it…

“First of all, YOU’RE not the producer or the manager, just the fucking synth player! And AS always you’re the only one that has to have a gah-damn opinion! It won’t kill YOU to try and agree with something that YOU didn’t come up with! And you wonder why no one tells you shit!”

“You can’t…”

“And SECOND of all, ”Satoru cuts off his victim, waving his hands in the air,“ You can’t fucking tell me what I know! Running your mouth, thinking you know everything just because you’re the old-timer of the group! No one here in this studio calls you mother so I suggest you fucking chill the hell out!”

“Not another word!” the blue-eyed producer bellows out. “I can’t have you guys bickering at a time like this!”

“Kyo…” Mai walks swiftly over to stand in front of him. “It’s not fair to put Satoru’s selfishness in front of the group like this! What about how we feel?”

“WHAT?” the strawberry blond attempts to charge up to the two but only to be held back by Kuroki.

“Dude, just let her talk, the decision’s already been made…” the drummer replies softly.

“HELL NO! She’s in no right to talk! What about that time she had some of her obnoxious friends over here before the concert last month?”

Kuroki and Jou shakes their head in unison as the hellish memories crashed upon them. It was like the apocalypse. Mai’s friends were the worst! When the band had gotten back from their usual before-the-concert outing to rehearse, Jou’s bar had been raided, not even a bottle was left and everything in this very studio was trashed. Sheet music had vomit on it; the keyboard was lying unceremoniously on the floor from where it obviously fell from its stand, a couple was fucking on stage with the sounds being recorded over the brand new mix, Kyo was working on, and let’s not forget a certain guitar…

“Some bastard high on pot was sitting on that black couch playing my gah-damn guitar singing Mary had a little fucking lamb! My shit was all fucked up! Strings broken and all out of tune, it took me hours to get it back into shape! She didn’t even tell anyone especially Jou that she was going to have company over and thanks to her RECKLESSNESS; we had to cancel the concert because we had no fucking instruments or equipment which costs us thousands to get replaced!”

The producer sighs, it was true however. Not only the instruments, but that concert had been sold out, guaranteeing them fatter wallets. Yet it all had to be paid back to the irate fans that had flamed them relentlessly. Needless to say, that night had cost them millions. “I’m sorry Mai, but I had already gave the go ahead and Satoru’s friend should be arriving any minute now.”

Scrowling, the blond keyboardist stalks over to her lover, tugging at his arm.

“Baby, you can’t possibly be approving this! Tell Kyo to change his mind! Threaten not to sing or something!”
“Oh this bitch had lost her damn mind.” Satoru mutters to a giggling Kuroki. However the guitarist didn’t have to say a word this time.

“I don’t have a problem with it.”

Violet eyes widens as it stares into nonchalant hazel ones. “Excuse me?”

“Ya heard me; I said I don’t have a problem with it. I’m actually lookin’ forward ta meetin’ da guy. He seems cool.” Jou none too gently wrenches his arm from the grasp.

“You’re siding with them? Some lead singer you are! Where’s the leadership? How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn’t let those two run all over you?!” the older woman screeches, pushing back on a hard chest.

“You know what Mai? You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I haven’t shown much leadership nor have I yet to stand up for mahself…it’ll start now.” The tanned man growls lowly. He then smirks as he saw the misguided smile on his fiancé’s colored lips.

“If five plus da producer and da manager is too much for dis tour, den maybe YOU should be da one not ta go. Pick ya choice…baby.”

“WOOOOOOOOOOOO” Kuroki hoots aloud.

“Yea pick your choice BITCH!” Satoru snarls, snapping his fingers.

Mai stares for bit before bursting out in laughter. “You can’t tell ME not to go! I have a part in this band and if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even HAVE a part! Ha, my poor boy…”

“Boy? BOY?!” Jou spats out in anger. “I can never win wit you! Even before we had gotten togethah, ya always made it painfully clear who was da oldest! No matter dat now, it’s MAH money dat bought us dis fuckin’ life! Oh and let’s not forget how I have ya clawin’ da sheets, screaming mah name not boy, but mah damn name! Yet, ya still treat me like a gah-damn child!”

“Ha, it’s hard to be a bitch in bed when you too busy being a whore.” Kuroki chuckles, lightly.

“Hell yea! Oh and honey, don’t give yourself credit about Kats being our lead singer. You lead him to the audition but it was his voice that got him here! He don’t fucking owe you shit!” Satoru bellows out but suddenly his mouth snaps shut when deadly golden eyes flickers his way.

“Guys please! Go wait in da den, it won’t take much longah.”

The guitarist raises his hands up surrendering as he and his fellow band mate walk out the double doors that will ultimately lead to the mentioned place. Kyo had long since given up hope and left.

No sooner when the door closes with a click, did the busty blonde melds herself again the hard young body she come to love being upon.

“I don’t know why we would fight like this when we just going to make up anyway…know what I mean?”

Usually such seduction would make Jou forget everything but not this time. This fantasy life will end…today.

Mai’s eyes widen as she feels herself being shoved roughly backwards, causing her to stumble a few times.

“Wha?”

“I can’t do dis anymore, Mai. I’m not happy, I never was.” The hazel-eyed man manages to croak out. “Da engagement’s off.”

The violent-eyed vixen laughs haughtily. “Having another one of your tantrums I see.”

“No, I-“

“It’s ok. You’re angry. I’ll step out for awhile and when I get back, we’ll…talk.” Mai giggles lightly as she takes her jacket and walks out the side outside exit.

Jou gives a shaky breath as he gets the sudden urge to throw something. Shit! Every time he gets the nerve to break up with the controlling bitch, she pulls a stunt like this and it would always work. He’s going to be miserable for the rest of his life!

With throes of depression gripping him to the core, he staggers to his waiting band mates, the closest people he had to his friends since Domino City. Suddenly tears well up his eyes when he comes to realization that he missed the life that he had. He was truly happy then.

Wiping away the forming tears, Jou enters his rather impressive den and immediately spots the rest of his band sitting lazily on the couch.

Satoru instantly stands up as he walks up to the blond. He firmly grips biceps as he begins to shake the weary body.

“Break…it…off! For you, For us, for the band, for the fans, for mankind! You deserve so much better!”

Jou snickers bitterly as shifts his eyes away from probing green ones. “Heh, I tried many times, but it’s hard ta be takin’ seriously when ya just a kid.”

Kuroki shakes his head from the couch. “Too bad you’re not gay, I know a couple of guys who would LOVE to make you forget about that gold-diggin’ wench!”

“Oh fuck yea” the strawberry blond chimes in letting go. “Hell, the yaoi-crazed fangirls already had you pinned as a closet gay. Mmm, you should read some of the fanfiction they write; apparently you’re quite the bottom bitch.”

A lone finger lazily traces a well-define pec through a tight white tank top, which a tanned hand immediately swats away.

“Pfft! Assuming dat I am “gay”, I certainly would NOT be bottom bitchin’ ta anybody! But I’m not, I’m straight” Jou lifts his head proudly as he goes to sit down on the leather recliner.

“Now, now don’t knock it till you try it, babe. Nothing wrong with being open- minded.” Satoru replies, a bit offended. He decides to drop the subject for now as he walks towards the huge sliding glass doors directly in front of the couch. “Ugh, I need some nicotine.” The doors gracefully glides open as he disappears out of them.

“Hmpf, like a guy will evah make me wanna crave anothah dick.” Jou growls to himself.

“Famous last words…” Kuroki drawls out, leaning further in the couch.

“I mean da guy has ta be immortally beautiful and I have yet ta see such so…”

DING DONG!

Jou looks to the foyer that seems to be miles away to his left.

“Must be Satoru’s friend…I’ll let him in.” the blond grumbles, getting up pulling up his sagging blue jeans.

Finally getting to the door, “Shit, times like these I wish I had my raggedy ass apartment from high school.”
Ding Dong

Swinging the door open, “Yea, Yea…I…..” Hazel eyes widen considerably as long silky brunet hair swishes wildly, cascading over a flawless face as the owner tames it in a black ponytail holder.

It was like one of those cheesy chick flicks when the girl swishes her hair in slow motion and the guy is immediately hooked…Only the girl’s a guy and…well the guy is still hooked…

Blue eyes widen just as much as similar emotion arises…but for different reasons.

No…it can’t be. Dammit! It had to be THIS band…and Otogi…he’s gonna beat the shit out of him when he gets back!

However, Seto Kaiba still stares at his long-time crush, who looks even more breathtaking than he remembered. His blond hair cut shorter, almost in a similar style to his own from years ago but only way more unruly. He has gotten quite buff too, not too much but just enough. The golden pools of honey, Jou has for eyes flickers. Any hopes in moving on were suddenly dashed. Of course being Kaiba, he had to handle the emotions in a Kaiba-esque way…by pretending they don’t exist.

“You must be the legendary Jou Kats.” The brunet grins, knowing that the object of his affections doesn’t recognize him. If he did, the meeting wouldn’t be this civil. The thought inwardly saddens him.

“I-uh—um—I”, the blond stares almost unabashed at the stranger standing before him, as he finds it very difficult to breath. And they call him sexy...this guy makes the word seem overrated.

“Okaaay, is Satoru here? I mean he told me he would be.” Kaiba tries again, cocking his head to the side.

He had no idea that such a move had put the poor “straight” blond guy into overload.

“Uhhh…I…he…gorgeous” Jou mumbles incoherently, getting VERY bothered and disturbed of the warm feeling that this guy is making him feel.

“Excuse me?” the brunet wrinkles is brow in confusion.

“Who is that?”

The blond jerks out of his reverie as he whirls to face his fiancé from hell.

The brunet behind him frowns. So the devil really does wear Prada…

“Is that the guy Satoru is having a baby over? Do you know him too? Some secret affair I don’t know about?” Mai smirks and crosses her arms as she rests on her left leg, causing her right hip to poke out.

And that’s when the idea struck…a closet gay coming out eh?... Maybe it’s not such a bad idea after all. If everyone expects such things out of him anyway, why not pretend a little? It would certainly help him convey the message that he had been trying to get across to Mai…she will have to believe him now. Especially if it seems that he’s already moving on and with a guy no less…THAT would certainly be a blow to her over inflated ego.

A small smirk slightly distorts the tanned face. Yes, it’s perfect. Pretend to cross over until Mai is finally out of the picture, hopefully after this tour. Then him and his boyfriend “break-up”, everyone’s happy and he would be free. He only hopes that Satoru and this guy wouldn’t mind the lie he’s about to tell…

“Well?” Mai asks but then gasps as she witnesses something…odd.

Kaiba arches an eyebrow as he felt a hand gripping his own, hesitantly.

What the…?

“Yea, I know him. He just so happens ta mah…uh…secret lover. Small world eh?”

Kuroki who had settled down with a beer, suddenly had the glass coffee table covered with the stuff as it shoots straight back out of his mouth. WHAT?!

“Be serious, Jounouchi Katsuya! You can stop joking, we all know you’re straight as…a…” Violet-eyed keyboardist literally sees her world split in two as she witness Jou’s little performance.

“You just don’t how much I missed ya babe…so did ya get the song I wrote ya?” the crafty blond huskily asks shaking his head slowly causing the brunet to hypnotically do the same. “Why so shy, gorgeous? Has it really been that long?”

The CEO stands motionlessly unable to move or say anything. Shit, was he still high? He could’ve sworn that he had crashed hours ago.

Kaiba jumps violently as a hand gently caresses his hip, touching the slightly exposed skin there. Oh how many dreams had started this way…Suddenly he feels himself being dipped back into strong arms and lets out a short squeak as the blond’s handsome face draws closer to his…

Oh Kami, Oh Kami, Oh Kami…the blue-eyed male tries his best to keep his breath under control as his heart slams fiercely against his ribcage.

“Wh-Wha—are you doing?” Kaiba manages to croak out in a whisper as he tries desperately not to give himself into his pent-up lust.

“Just play along…” was the only warning that was received before, Jou presses his lips against the other. The sparks that the simple kiss elicits has both bodies paralyzed for a moment.

“Hey, was that my friend Kaiba Seto ringing the doorbell?” comes Satoru’s voice from what it seems out of nowhere.

The “innocent” question results in more beer upon the coffee table and a feminine whine of protest and disbelief.

Jou body grows rigid…Kaiba…Seto? There was only one Kaiba Seto he knew and…oh…hell…

Slowly the blond peels himself away from the warm body to stare into the face of the man he had more or less molested…

The lead singer nearly faints as blue eyes after getting over a cloudy haze, glares up at him.

“SHIT!” Jou shrieks out, letting the confused CEO drop heavily onto the floor with a thud.

To be continued…