December Challenge Entry #9
This might be the longest thing I've ever written, but it's also my favorite. I had this idea to take 15 guys and stick them all in a house together, putting them through reality-show-esque challenges and voting, all for the lulz. Think of this as...the Real World meets Survivor meets Fear Factor meets Double Dare meets...just about every other type of reality show out there. Don't worry if you don't know much about some of the non-YFC/JOB rockers in the fic, I focus mostly on the more known (to this comm) ones.
Title: Untitled (1/?)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Genre: humor, slight crack, action
Character(s): Gackt, You, Chacha, the rest of YFCz, Hyde, Miyavi, Ju-ken, Jun-ji, Yasu (of Acid Black Cherry), and Breakerz (Daigo, Akihide, Shinpei)
Length: 1731 words
Warning(s): nothing more than language...oh and Miyavi is naked quite a bit here at the beginning
Overall Summary: Mary Sue Fangirl has found a way to abduct her 15 favorite jrockers and make them do whatever she wants. So what does she do? She puts them in teams and makes them compete against each other in a variety of ridiculous challenges, voting members off each night until only one winner remains. The question is though, what exactly does the winner win???
Notes: I'm not quite finished with the end of this yet, but it'll probably be 15-20 parts total. This whole intro takes up quite a bit of space getting into the main story, but I've always felt the introductions were important to help set the feel.
On one unremarkable evening, a young fangirl named Mary Sue settled into her chair. Rubbing her hands together, she laughed evilly. The time had come at last, her months of meticulous planning had finally paid off, everything had led to this moment. Leaning over her desk, she opened a control panel and began to slowly flip fifteen switches. One…at…a…time…
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Somewhere in Tokyo, Gackt was stuck in a traffic jam and wasn’t feeling very comfortable in his cramped Ferrari. He was decked out in full Odo Nobunaga costume (head armor and all) and was horribly late for a DVD release press conference. He checked the clock for the 50th time and hummed to himself. He wasn’t worried. He was Gackt and therefore had nothing to worry about for being late. No one messes with Gackt. Having not slept in 37 days, he covered his mouth with his gauntleted hand and yawned. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in his Ferrari, but sitting on a couch in the living room of some strange house. His eyes grew big and moustache twitched. “What the…”
===
Elsewhere in Japan, Daigo, Akihide, and Shinpei (known collectively throughout the country as the three members of Breakerz) were sitting in an ice cream parlor, enjoying a refreshing treat on a hot summer evening. Daigo and Shinpei - who were notorious for eating really quickly - were already finished with their cones and growing antsy waiting for Akihide - who was notoriously slow - to finish his. Grabbing Shinpei’s arm, Daigo pulled him from the booth and headed towards the back of the shop to the arcade games. Only, Daigo and Shinpei never made it to the games because Daigo suddenly ran into a wall and fell backwards against Shinpei, sending them both sprawling on the floor. They sat up and rubbed their heads, looking around in confusion. They were now sitting in the middle of the floor in a place they’d never seen before. They looked over and saw Akihide sitting on a couch next to some man dressed in elaborate armor. Akihide’s ice cream fell off his cone and landed in his lap with a plop. His eyes grew big. “What the…”
===
On the far side of the city, Chachamaru was sitting in a chair at his favorite salon, having made a last minute appointment to get some emergency root touch-ups done. He glanced up at the mirror to look at his foil-wrapped hair then looked back to his magazine. Turning a page, he glanced up again to find that he was no longer in the salon. Instead, he was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen of a western-style home. His eyes grew big and a piece of foil fluttered sadly to the floor. “What the…”
===
In a bar in Osaka, Ju-ken and Jun-ji had gotten together to do an impromptu jam session…which seems a bit strange since it was just bass and drums…but whatever. Ju-ken was making sexy faces and poses to impress the girls crowding the front of the stage area while Jun-ji performed tricks with his drum set. He looked up and tossed one of his drum sticks high in the air. However, he miscalculated and it hit him square in the middle of the forehead. He closed his eyes and rubbed the sore spot. Upon opening his eyes, his other drum stick clattered to the floor. He and Ju-ken found themselves in a well-lit suburban house and not in a dark bar room. “What the…” Ju-ken said.
===
In the skies above Japan, Miyavi was about to jump out of a plane. Naked. Cause he’s wild and crazy like that. He flung himself out of the hatch and yelled excitedly at the thrill of the ground rushing up towards him and the equal thrill of the wind rushing past his junk. At the appointed moment, he pulled the ripcord and deployed his parachute. However, the air was knocked from his lungs as he landed with an impressive thud in the middle of a living room floor. His eyes grew big. “What the…”
===
Shinya was sitting in his home office at a large desk, fingers steepled in front of him as he once again considered various plots to take over the world. He blinked and instead found himself in a plush armchair in a strange house. He calmly leaned back in the chair and said nothing.
===
At a small live house, U:zo was attempting to sneak backstage during a band performance. He snuck around a corner and ran smack into a large-muscled bouncer.
“Please don’t hurt me!” U:zo pleaded as the bouncer grabbed his arms and ushered him towards the exit.
There was applause from the house as the band exited the stage into the wings.
“U:zo!” Takumi exclaimed. “What are you doing here?!”
The bassist shook his arms free of the bouncer and glared at him. “I could ask the same of you!” he said to Takumi. “Why did Jon ask you to guest with his band but not me?!”
“Dude, cause we needed a guitarist tonight, yo. Not a bassist,” Jon said, coming up behind Takumi.
U:zo furrowed his brow. “Uh-huh, a likely story,” he said. “I think it’s a conspiracy! You guys just don’t like me! I knew it! I knew it all along! Everyone hates me!” He looked about to cry.
Jon stepped forward and was about to console his former bandmate when they suddenly were surrounded by the furniture of a strange house.
Takumi’s eyes grew wide. “What the…”
===
Back in Tokyo, Hyde was standing outside a bar, smoking a cigarette. He was intently staring at a light post when everything went blurry then came into focus. He was now leaning against the open door frame of a living room. “Well, that’s odd,” he mused, taking a drag on his cigarette.
===
You was walking down the street, Gackt’s dry cleaning over one arm and no less than eight bags from Gackt’s favorite designer stores hanging from his other. He was unsuccessfully trying to fish the piece of paper listing all the errands he needed to run out of his pocket and succeeded in accidentally dropping all the bags on the ground in the process.
He sighed. “That’s one way to get my hands free.” He pulled the paper out of his pocket and checked for the next stop on his list. “Three-pack of man thongs. Got it.”
He stooped to pick up the stuff he’d dropped, but his hands met carpet instead of bags. Looking up, he saw couches and a TV set instead of cars and store windows. “What the…” his eyes grew wide.
===
Yasu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Belting out the chorus, he sang, “Pelted by the RAAAIN! I embraced YOUUU! Calling out I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YO-“ he trailed off. Why didn’t he hear the band anymore???
He opened his eyes and did a double take. Where the hell was he?! Instead of finding himself standing on a stage in some city in northern Japan, he found himself standing on a coffee table in a house he’d never seen before in his life. Instead of an auditorium full of people, there were just fourteen other men looking at him wide-eyed.
Every man in the room stood and looked at each other. All of their eyes were practically bugging out of their heads and no one had a CLUE wtf was going on. The silence was broken when Chacha let out a blood-curdling scream.
“OHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed with all his might. His outburst, unfortunately, scared the hell out of all the other men. Everyone in the room began to scream hysterically and run around the room like chickens with their heads cut off.
Back in her underground lair, Mary watched her monitors with glee. Each screen showed a different view of the house with the fifteen jrockers flailing and shrieking their heads off. Leaning forward in her chair, she pressed the intercom button. “Excuse me,” she said. On the monitors, all the men stopped running and looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. “Now if you would all kindly take a seat,” Mary said, “everything will be explained to you.”
The three members of Breakerz collectively sat down on a loveseat at one time, squeezing into the couch together. “Where…where’s that voice coming from?” Daigo looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“It’s an intercom system,” Hyde said, bored. He puffed on his cigarette as he plopped down on another loveseat. U:zo went to sit down next to him, but Hyde put his leg up on the seat so no one could sit there. Gackt pushed U:zo out of the way and gave Hyde a look. Hyde took another drag and moved his leg, letting Gackt sit down next to him.
The rest of the men took seats on various couches and chairs around the room, a few choosing to sit on the coffee table. Miyavi remained standing next to one of the chairs, hands on his hips and one foot propped up on the arm of the chair. He was still naked, by the way.
“Good,” Mary’s disembodied voice spoke. “Now that you’re all comfortable, I’d like to welcome you all to my nondescript suburban house that I had built solely for the purpose of bringing you all here. My name is Mary and I’ll be your host for the duration of your stay here. Now I’m sure you’re wondering how you all got here…” she paused dramatically, “but I’m not going to tell you, bwahahaha! Just trust me that there is no way out.”
All of men started to protest and a few rose to their feet, but they were cut off by Mary raising her voice to be heard over them.
“I’ll explain more to you as time goes on, but for now I’ll bet that some of you would like to change your clothes and take time to get better acquainted with your surroundings. You’ll find your rooms on the upper floor are clearly marked. I’ll get back to you in an hour.” There was a click and the intercom turned off.
Mary switched her main view screens to the camera feeds coming from the bedrooms and chuckled to herself. “Hehehe…”
Title: Untitled (1/?)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Genre: humor, slight crack, action
Character(s): Gackt, You, Chacha, the rest of YFCz, Hyde, Miyavi, Ju-ken, Jun-ji, Yasu (of Acid Black Cherry), and Breakerz (Daigo, Akihide, Shinpei)
Length: 1731 words
Warning(s): nothing more than language...oh and Miyavi is naked quite a bit here at the beginning
Overall Summary: Mary Sue Fangirl has found a way to abduct her 15 favorite jrockers and make them do whatever she wants. So what does she do? She puts them in teams and makes them compete against each other in a variety of ridiculous challenges, voting members off each night until only one winner remains. The question is though, what exactly does the winner win???
Notes: I'm not quite finished with the end of this yet, but it'll probably be 15-20 parts total. This whole intro takes up quite a bit of space getting into the main story, but I've always felt the introductions were important to help set the feel.
On one unremarkable evening, a young fangirl named Mary Sue settled into her chair. Rubbing her hands together, she laughed evilly. The time had come at last, her months of meticulous planning had finally paid off, everything had led to this moment. Leaning over her desk, she opened a control panel and began to slowly flip fifteen switches. One…at…a…time…
===
Somewhere in Tokyo, Gackt was stuck in a traffic jam and wasn’t feeling very comfortable in his cramped Ferrari. He was decked out in full Odo Nobunaga costume (head armor and all) and was horribly late for a DVD release press conference. He checked the clock for the 50th time and hummed to himself. He wasn’t worried. He was Gackt and therefore had nothing to worry about for being late. No one messes with Gackt. Having not slept in 37 days, he covered his mouth with his gauntleted hand and yawned. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in his Ferrari, but sitting on a couch in the living room of some strange house. His eyes grew big and moustache twitched. “What the…”
===
Elsewhere in Japan, Daigo, Akihide, and Shinpei (known collectively throughout the country as the three members of Breakerz) were sitting in an ice cream parlor, enjoying a refreshing treat on a hot summer evening. Daigo and Shinpei - who were notorious for eating really quickly - were already finished with their cones and growing antsy waiting for Akihide - who was notoriously slow - to finish his. Grabbing Shinpei’s arm, Daigo pulled him from the booth and headed towards the back of the shop to the arcade games. Only, Daigo and Shinpei never made it to the games because Daigo suddenly ran into a wall and fell backwards against Shinpei, sending them both sprawling on the floor. They sat up and rubbed their heads, looking around in confusion. They were now sitting in the middle of the floor in a place they’d never seen before. They looked over and saw Akihide sitting on a couch next to some man dressed in elaborate armor. Akihide’s ice cream fell off his cone and landed in his lap with a plop. His eyes grew big. “What the…”
===
On the far side of the city, Chachamaru was sitting in a chair at his favorite salon, having made a last minute appointment to get some emergency root touch-ups done. He glanced up at the mirror to look at his foil-wrapped hair then looked back to his magazine. Turning a page, he glanced up again to find that he was no longer in the salon. Instead, he was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen of a western-style home. His eyes grew big and a piece of foil fluttered sadly to the floor. “What the…”
===
In a bar in Osaka, Ju-ken and Jun-ji had gotten together to do an impromptu jam session…which seems a bit strange since it was just bass and drums…but whatever. Ju-ken was making sexy faces and poses to impress the girls crowding the front of the stage area while Jun-ji performed tricks with his drum set. He looked up and tossed one of his drum sticks high in the air. However, he miscalculated and it hit him square in the middle of the forehead. He closed his eyes and rubbed the sore spot. Upon opening his eyes, his other drum stick clattered to the floor. He and Ju-ken found themselves in a well-lit suburban house and not in a dark bar room. “What the…” Ju-ken said.
===
In the skies above Japan, Miyavi was about to jump out of a plane. Naked. Cause he’s wild and crazy like that. He flung himself out of the hatch and yelled excitedly at the thrill of the ground rushing up towards him and the equal thrill of the wind rushing past his junk. At the appointed moment, he pulled the ripcord and deployed his parachute. However, the air was knocked from his lungs as he landed with an impressive thud in the middle of a living room floor. His eyes grew big. “What the…”
===
Shinya was sitting in his home office at a large desk, fingers steepled in front of him as he once again considered various plots to take over the world. He blinked and instead found himself in a plush armchair in a strange house. He calmly leaned back in the chair and said nothing.
===
At a small live house, U:zo was attempting to sneak backstage during a band performance. He snuck around a corner and ran smack into a large-muscled bouncer.
“Please don’t hurt me!” U:zo pleaded as the bouncer grabbed his arms and ushered him towards the exit.
There was applause from the house as the band exited the stage into the wings.
“U:zo!” Takumi exclaimed. “What are you doing here?!”
The bassist shook his arms free of the bouncer and glared at him. “I could ask the same of you!” he said to Takumi. “Why did Jon ask you to guest with his band but not me?!”
“Dude, cause we needed a guitarist tonight, yo. Not a bassist,” Jon said, coming up behind Takumi.
U:zo furrowed his brow. “Uh-huh, a likely story,” he said. “I think it’s a conspiracy! You guys just don’t like me! I knew it! I knew it all along! Everyone hates me!” He looked about to cry.
Jon stepped forward and was about to console his former bandmate when they suddenly were surrounded by the furniture of a strange house.
Takumi’s eyes grew wide. “What the…”
===
Back in Tokyo, Hyde was standing outside a bar, smoking a cigarette. He was intently staring at a light post when everything went blurry then came into focus. He was now leaning against the open door frame of a living room. “Well, that’s odd,” he mused, taking a drag on his cigarette.
===
You was walking down the street, Gackt’s dry cleaning over one arm and no less than eight bags from Gackt’s favorite designer stores hanging from his other. He was unsuccessfully trying to fish the piece of paper listing all the errands he needed to run out of his pocket and succeeded in accidentally dropping all the bags on the ground in the process.
He sighed. “That’s one way to get my hands free.” He pulled the paper out of his pocket and checked for the next stop on his list. “Three-pack of man thongs. Got it.”
He stooped to pick up the stuff he’d dropped, but his hands met carpet instead of bags. Looking up, he saw couches and a TV set instead of cars and store windows. “What the…” his eyes grew wide.
===
Yasu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Belting out the chorus, he sang, “Pelted by the RAAAIN! I embraced YOUUU! Calling out I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YO-“ he trailed off. Why didn’t he hear the band anymore???
He opened his eyes and did a double take. Where the hell was he?! Instead of finding himself standing on a stage in some city in northern Japan, he found himself standing on a coffee table in a house he’d never seen before in his life. Instead of an auditorium full of people, there were just fourteen other men looking at him wide-eyed.
Every man in the room stood and looked at each other. All of their eyes were practically bugging out of their heads and no one had a CLUE wtf was going on. The silence was broken when Chacha let out a blood-curdling scream.
“OHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed with all his might. His outburst, unfortunately, scared the hell out of all the other men. Everyone in the room began to scream hysterically and run around the room like chickens with their heads cut off.
Back in her underground lair, Mary watched her monitors with glee. Each screen showed a different view of the house with the fifteen jrockers flailing and shrieking their heads off. Leaning forward in her chair, she pressed the intercom button. “Excuse me,” she said. On the monitors, all the men stopped running and looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. “Now if you would all kindly take a seat,” Mary said, “everything will be explained to you.”
The three members of Breakerz collectively sat down on a loveseat at one time, squeezing into the couch together. “Where…where’s that voice coming from?” Daigo looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“It’s an intercom system,” Hyde said, bored. He puffed on his cigarette as he plopped down on another loveseat. U:zo went to sit down next to him, but Hyde put his leg up on the seat so no one could sit there. Gackt pushed U:zo out of the way and gave Hyde a look. Hyde took another drag and moved his leg, letting Gackt sit down next to him.
The rest of the men took seats on various couches and chairs around the room, a few choosing to sit on the coffee table. Miyavi remained standing next to one of the chairs, hands on his hips and one foot propped up on the arm of the chair. He was still naked, by the way.
“Good,” Mary’s disembodied voice spoke. “Now that you’re all comfortable, I’d like to welcome you all to my nondescript suburban house that I had built solely for the purpose of bringing you all here. My name is Mary and I’ll be your host for the duration of your stay here. Now I’m sure you’re wondering how you all got here…” she paused dramatically, “but I’m not going to tell you, bwahahaha! Just trust me that there is no way out.”
All of men started to protest and a few rose to their feet, but they were cut off by Mary raising her voice to be heard over them.
“I’ll explain more to you as time goes on, but for now I’ll bet that some of you would like to change your clothes and take time to get better acquainted with your surroundings. You’ll find your rooms on the upper floor are clearly marked. I’ll get back to you in an hour.” There was a click and the intercom turned off.
Mary switched her main view screens to the camera feeds coming from the bedrooms and chuckled to herself. “Hehehe…”