floor 6,403,120 | sex, drugs & rock n' roll | aphro to taste

[bielynozhshliub]

The concert had been a blasting success, the fans were delirious and satisfied, if not wanting more. Although most of their focus were usually on the lead singer, and perhaps the other guitarist, rather than on him, the bassist. But Nikita didn't mind not being in the spotlight, preferring to contribute in other ways possible, and leave it all to

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Woooooh~

[weiss_teufelin]

"Niki, hey. What're you doing back here? Everyone was looking for you!"

And standing there behind him with her usual teasing grin is none other than the band's lead singer herself, Julia. Or Julchen, as the fans fondly call her. She looks as tired as he does, but probably just as happy. It's clear in the smile clear in her violet eyes as she looks up at him and how wide that grin is on her face. Her long, silver hair is a bit of mess from her tossing it about onstage and from the quick towel wipe she did before meeting the fans backstage. The make up on her face still holds, smoky eyes and pink lips. And she's still wearing that corset from onstage. That one that appeared from under her loose overshirt for their last number, Wenn ich ein Junge wär. She's covered up with one of her favorite leather jackets but it's still there, hugging her slender but slightly curvy frame

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/o/ Hehehe~

[bielynozhshliub]

What did it look like he was doing? Packing their musical instruments, of course. Well, not all of it. He knew that their guitarists were rather reluctant to have their items handled by him, he would have felt the same too, especially since he treated his bass guitar like his most important thing ever.

"And what are you doing here?" He asked her in return, actually surprised to see Julia at the backstage instead of greeting the mob of fans. Nikita suspected she did, then sneaked away right under their manager's nose. Yet it made him smile on the inside at the sight of her, slightly tousled but still looking just as awesome, as she preferred to describe herself.

He didn't really understand the affections she sometimes threw at him, all the more when he was more of an outsider rather than a true member of their band. But he stayed on, even after so long, mostly because it was for her sake. It was hard not to be drawn to that fiery red eyes and her long silver locks.

"Your fans are still waiting." Nikita could hear the chants of

>^-^<

[weiss_teufelin]

She actually counts herself lucky that Nikita actually talks to her now. In the beginning, it had taken a lot of cajoling, even some threatening for him to do anything. Nikita is a trooper when it comes to music; he gives it his all and at times it becomes bad for him. He forgets to sleep or eat when he's in one of his moods and he would have withered away if she doesn't step in and nag him (or rather sit on him) until he complies. At first, it's more because they need their new-found bassist to be healthy, but soon enough, it's just because she cares for him. He's part of their little rowdy family now, whether he likes it or not, and so she does her best to look in on him when she can

[bielynozhshliub]

The first few weeks when he joined them could be described as hellish, at least partly figuratively and literally. Not a day went by without some form of death threats being flung around and permeating the air, though that was mostly between him, Julia, and the other guitarist. It confused him as to why she was so insistent on him being part of the band when he was clearly not needed. Heck, there were other better bassist than him. However, it was also because of her that they all drew closer together, although occasionally there were a few bumps around. It was still a good progress.

Now was one of the progress that needed to be processed, which was for him to be more social not just amongst his band mates, but also to the fans. Julia had often reminded him that they were who they were today only because of their fans. Never forget them was the first thing she said to him

Nikaa : >

[ritsukaloved]

"Nikita!" Ritsuka called the man's name, an uncharacteristically wide smile on his face, and tapped the other's shoulder, waiting until he turned around. Then, the man who was taller than Ritsuka, and larger than him was pulled into a huge hug. Ritsuka buried his face in Nikita's strong chest and smiled. He understood what it meant for the other to be able to perform one of his own pieces and he knew that Nikita loved this music fest. It was easy to tell that Ritsuka was perhaps just as happy as the other, and maybe also still riding on that high from the performance. A big part of it was that he was happy for Nikita

Ritsukaaaaa~ *huggles*

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita didn't expect the sudden gesture of affection, to be hugged tightly by Ritsuka and smiled at so widely and freely. It took him by surprise and felt his cheeks burning, though he buried that feeling as he awkwardly returned the hug, bringing a hand to pat the other's head and ruffle his lovely ears. He remembered the first time he'd met Ritsuka and his band members, especially the young vocalist. His initial impression of the boy hadn't been the most positive, but the moment he heard him sang and perform, he was immediately entranced and enraptured

^///^ Sorryyy late reply. D:

[ritsukaloved]

"S-stop that!" Ritsuka tried his best to swat Nikita's hand away from his ear as he felt his own cheeks heating up from that calming yet tingling feeling it elicited. One would think that after being bandmates, Nikita would understand the sensitivity of his little appendages and the fact that touching them and toying with them would easily scramble his senses. "T-This is a serious conversation!" The fact that he was gifted with a rare smile from Nikita had him further malfunctioning, the weak protest his only intelligent response

No worries~ <333

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita obediently let his hand dropped to his side. It wasn't as if he had forgotten about how sensitive those feline ears were, but he couldn't help it, especially after the moment they had sung together. He only kept up the light smile in response to the 'serious conversation' comment, chuckling lowly as he mumbled a soft All right. It wasn't often that Nikita returned Ritsuka's affections so openly; occasionally, yes, usually when he was a little tipsy from too much vodka

[theheartofmusic]

She'd heard his voice and had been impressed. His bass guitar had sung loud and clear throughout each performance, and when he'd taken the microphone to sing, Madoka found herself drawn to his music.

Perhaps one would be surprised to see that a blind, world-famous violinist would be interested in rock music. However, Madoka, despite a preference for classical music, was also a child of music in itself. As a performer for the music festival, she'd enjoyed herself not just on stage but off it as well. She loved all of its forms, and had come to praise Nikita for his prowess, both on bass guitar and on vocals.

The sightless girl made her way backstage, aided by her faithful guide dog, Mozart. When she felt that she was near him, Mozart sat down and let out a bark. She tapped Nikita's shoulder (at least she assumed that that's what it was) and gave him a smile.

"Hello," she said. She didn't expect that he would recognize her--she was modest about her own fame.

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita was immensely surprised by the sight of a dog, and especially more when he recognised Madoka as he turned around. "Madoka." Her name was said in a low whisper, a little in amazement to be greeted by the young lady.

Otawa Madoka. Famous in her own ways, her musical talents in the violin that tugged on his heartstrings, mournful sometimes yet powerful and filled with a kind of emotions that often brought tears to his eyes whenever he heard her play.

He admired her greatly, in her skill and determination to not allow herself to be weighed down by her disability. "Hello." Nikita greeted back properly this time, and even if she couldn't see his smile, he was certain she was able to hear it in his voice. "And you too, Mozart." He bend down slightly to give the dog a pat on its head.

[theheartofmusic]

Mozart barked happily and wagged his tail, while Madoka laughed and sank down into a curtsy, greeting him properly. In truth, she was surprised that he knew her name--she really thought he wouldn't be interested in her music! But then, she knew his as well . . . she supposed it was only fair.

"Good evening," she said, smiling up at him. She could hear his own smile in his words, and she was glad. "I came to congratulate you on your performance," Madoka continued, linking her hands before her. "I thought that you sounded wonderful tonight, not just on base but also when you sang. You have a very nice voice." She blushed, obviously still remembering his song and pleased by it.

"I hope to listen to you more sometime," Madoka concluded earnestly, her cheeks flushed all the while.

[bielynozhshliub]

His interest in violin was partly due to his older sister, who occasionally played it when he was younger, though not as often these days. Besides, he did enjoy her pieces and would find the chance to attend any of her performances whenever he could.

Getting compliments was something Nikita had been used to, thrown at him by the many female fans who clamoured around him when he was on stage, professing their undying love for him. But to be complimented by Madoka was something else entirely, and he wasn't sure why it affected him so. "Ah... Thank you." He nearly dropped his bass guitar at her honest words. "I do not have a nice voice. Only sung what I felt."

He caught the colour on her cheeks, and suddenly felt awkward about it. Nikita wasn't entirely accustomed to be on the receiving end of praises and affections, all the more when he thought he didn't deserve it. "I do not know when I will sing again." He admitted honestly; tonight was just a special treat, an exception for him.

couldn't resist

[cstoli]

He smiles but doesn't bare repeating himself, shouting over this crowd is fruitless and his touch seems to work better. His little brother had done so well tonight and as his band's manager, he's happy that the crowd's happy, and without damaging incidents that might ruin the band's reputation. All in all, the tour had be successful and it's only now that he can stand the thought of having a conversation with Nika - with a lot of people around them and settling exhaustion

such... such a temptation for lil' brother~!

[bielynozhshliub]

It was still a miracle of sort when his older brother had first volunteered himself to be their manager, and nonetheless, it thrilled Nikita to have his brother with him. It was a little frustrating though, to live with a set of rules and contracts while Ivan was their manager. He was not to come within a 50 metre radius, not to sleep in the same room, not to be seen alone with him, and the list went on. Yet he didn't mind it all, as long as he had his brother's presence here with him

[cstoli]

Oh. Oh! There's a body clinging to his arm. What a familiar feeling, there's also a familiar voice calling for him to stay, pleading for his attention. But he's ignoring that. He gave hugs and head pats! That's the limit to his affection for he already ran out of love to give today. He slides a hand down his arm and pushes the other away, his head turns slightly, looking at his little brother - the super star - out of the corner of his eye. His eyes are cold

[bielynozhshliub]

[ooc: No prob~ CR is fine between them too, and I'm okay with it. ^^ And no worries about using Prussia's thread for inspiration. The Mun and I kinda thought of something similar along that line too. ^_~]

Nikita got the message clearly, instantly letting his hands drop to his sides. He had overstepped his boundaries, nearly breaking the contract between the both of them. He would rather receive the look of affections in those purple eyes than the cold stare that could freeze hell over. His head hung slightly as he nodded and apologised. "Da, did not mean to do so. Was only too happy."

Ivan's next statements though made his blood chill as he followed behind his older brother, eyes widening in panic. "N-Nyet. No skinning and no socks. Nika still has need for her."

He couldn't be sure if Ivan was joking or not, half the time he was being serious, the other half only teasing, before making a U-turn and doing the exact opposite. But then again, he himself shared that same poker-face qualities, so he only hoped that his brother was

[goddesscharm]

Utau had just finished singing up some new songs as she watched Nikita walk off, knowing the desire of being alone. Many have those moments, as well as she does, but she didn't expect him to be all that open and crazy. She had felt very special night, tonight, having to finally share the stage, and for most of it, she knew he enjoyed it as well

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita turned toward Utau, then at the guitar that she held up. He nodded silently as he took the guitar from her, packing it along with the other instruments. He hadn't thought that she would come looking for him, having been used to staying in the background, left to his own devices, which the other members were fine with too.

He knew he should have joined his other band mates in the fan-greeting, to at least be some semblance of support. They had, after all, been waiting for this. But he really was unused to being in the centre of so much attention, even if he was pleased to see Utau in front of him.

"Are you allowed to leave?" He asked in a distracted manner even as he continued to put the equipments to where it belonged, throwing her a brief glance and small smile.

[goddesscharm]

Utau would have just left him be, but she learned how to care for others, thanks to a certain friend of her's. Her band is like her second family, besides her step-father and brother, so she thought that each of them should feel like she does when she was with the lot of them.

She gave a nod and then said, feeling a bit relief, "Yes, the paparazzi and fans were escorted out after I gave them what they wanted. So, I'm free for tonight." She smiled softly as she caught his slight distraction in his voice. Looking up to him and then asked, "I suppose you don't like taking pictures?"

[bielynozhshliub]

He nodded in understanding to her explanation. Utau was rather well known amongst her fans, while he preferred not being in the limelight and opt to stay in the background.

Nikita shook his head as he put the last of the instruments away. "Nyet, not really. Too much flash. Can get blinded by it." His words were short, crisp and almost monotone. It wasn't easy to tell what he was thinking just by his tone, having been constantly putting up a blank face and distancing himself from most people.

He could only hope that Utau didn't take his words the wrong way, knowing fully well how he could be easily misunderstood.