Weiss Kreuz -slash_me_twice - 035. Pause - rockstar2
035. Pause
Notes: RockStar!Weiss pt2. Written on a train from Champaign, IL, to St. Louis, MO.
*
There was The Cute One, The Athlete, The Flirt, and The Voice. At least, that’s what Nagi told him. Schuldig wouldn’t have cared less if the new group hadn’t been named in tribute of Schwarz. And if Nagi hadn’t called him up one night and gushed about The Cute One-some short, almost-blonde named Omi-for ten full minutes before Schuldig could get a word in edgewise. Quite a feat considering it was usually the other way around. “I want to meet them,” Nagi concluded.
“You don’t even know what they’re like,” Schuldig reasoned (Schuldig reasoning with Nagi-was this the twilight zone?). “What if they’re total douchebags?”
Nagi sighed. “Here-I’m sending you a link to one of their interviews. You’ll see.”
“Nagi, you’ve been interviewed enough to know interviews don’t mean shit. They could be pretending to be nice people when really, they’re douchebags.”
“Schuldig. Watch the interview and call me back.”
“Nagi-”
Click.
Schuldig stared at his phone. The damned brat had hung up on him! Just for that he would wait until tomorrow to watch the interview.
…But thirty minutes later the phone rang. It was Nagi. “You didn’t watch it, did you?” he said, annoyance lacing his already jaded teenage voice.
“Well, you hung up on me,” Schuldig shot back.
“Schuldig, please.”
Oh no. Not that voice! “Fine. I’ll call back in ten, alright, kid?”
“Thanks, Schuldig.” Not even a comment about hating that nickname. Wow.
They hung up and Schuldig went to the desk by the window and opened his laptop. He barely had time to wonder why the kid was so obsessed before the computer was booted up and he was clicking on his internet browser. And there was Nagi’s email, marked IMPORTANT by the subject heading. Schuldig chuckled and clicked on the link inside. It led to a taped interview posted on the net. The interview was eight minutes long. Schuldig groaned. Sure, he liked the group’s first single, ‘Velvet Underworld,’ but eight minutes of his time? He could never get that time back! But-he’d promised Nagi he’d do it.
Damn.
*
Ok, so The Cute One was cute. Adorable, really. Not the one Schuldig’s eyes were drawn to though-too young. No, it was the older two-Ran? And Yohji-that Schuldig kinda liked. Ran because he was stunning and sounded hot. Yohji because he was cute and looked fun enough to fuck and stay friends with after. But to be fair to Nagi, Schuldig did pay some attention to the other two. Ken-The Athlete-seemed protective of the other three despite his tendency to say too much. If Nagi really liked Omi, it looked like he’d have to get through Ken first.
And Omi himself was worrisome. He was innocent, if with a strong dose of backbone and maturity. But based on appearances alone, “He reminds me of Tot,” Schuldig admitted when he called Nagi back. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Nagi sighed on the other end of the line. “Maybe initially he does, but they’re very different people.”
“I know-he has a penis. Speaking of which, are you sure you can handle that? You’ve only ever dated girls.”
“I know.”
Nagi didn’t sound concerned in the least. Schuldig loathed being Devil’s Advocate sometimes. “People will say your break-up with Tot turned you off girls.”
“Well, maybe it did.”
“Petulance doesn’t become you, Nagi.”
“Well, patronization doesn’t become you.”
A pause.
“Patronization? Is that even a word?”
Another pause.
“Lemme look it up.”
Schuldig heard Nagi typing away on his computer and burst out laughing. Seconds later, Nagi’s laughter joined his.
“It’s a word!” Nagi managed, “You lose.”
“Ok, ok,” Schuldig said, taking a deep breath letting the last of his chuckles out. He clicked a few connecting links and cleared his throat. “Ok. Here’s the deal. Weiss is performing at the MTV Japan music video awards next month. If you’re still obsessed by then, we’ll go into the pit during their performance and dance. Deal?”
“Deal.” He could hear the grin in Nagi’s voice. “See you in the pit!”
Notes: RockStar!Weiss pt2. Written on a train from Champaign, IL, to St. Louis, MO.
*
There was The Cute One, The Athlete, The Flirt, and The Voice. At least, that’s what Nagi told him. Schuldig wouldn’t have cared less if the new group hadn’t been named in tribute of Schwarz. And if Nagi hadn’t called him up one night and gushed about The Cute One-some short, almost-blonde named Omi-for ten full minutes before Schuldig could get a word in edgewise. Quite a feat considering it was usually the other way around. “I want to meet them,” Nagi concluded.
“You don’t even know what they’re like,” Schuldig reasoned (Schuldig reasoning with Nagi-was this the twilight zone?). “What if they’re total douchebags?”
Nagi sighed. “Here-I’m sending you a link to one of their interviews. You’ll see.”
“Nagi, you’ve been interviewed enough to know interviews don’t mean shit. They could be pretending to be nice people when really, they’re douchebags.”
“Schuldig. Watch the interview and call me back.”
“Nagi-”
Click.
Schuldig stared at his phone. The damned brat had hung up on him! Just for that he would wait until tomorrow to watch the interview.
…But thirty minutes later the phone rang. It was Nagi. “You didn’t watch it, did you?” he said, annoyance lacing his already jaded teenage voice.
“Well, you hung up on me,” Schuldig shot back.
“Schuldig, please.”
Oh no. Not that voice! “Fine. I’ll call back in ten, alright, kid?”
“Thanks, Schuldig.” Not even a comment about hating that nickname. Wow.
They hung up and Schuldig went to the desk by the window and opened his laptop. He barely had time to wonder why the kid was so obsessed before the computer was booted up and he was clicking on his internet browser. And there was Nagi’s email, marked IMPORTANT by the subject heading. Schuldig chuckled and clicked on the link inside. It led to a taped interview posted on the net. The interview was eight minutes long. Schuldig groaned. Sure, he liked the group’s first single, ‘Velvet Underworld,’ but eight minutes of his time? He could never get that time back! But-he’d promised Nagi he’d do it.
Damn.
*
Ok, so The Cute One was cute. Adorable, really. Not the one Schuldig’s eyes were drawn to though-too young. No, it was the older two-Ran? And Yohji-that Schuldig kinda liked. Ran because he was stunning and sounded hot. Yohji because he was cute and looked fun enough to fuck and stay friends with after. But to be fair to Nagi, Schuldig did pay some attention to the other two. Ken-The Athlete-seemed protective of the other three despite his tendency to say too much. If Nagi really liked Omi, it looked like he’d have to get through Ken first.
And Omi himself was worrisome. He was innocent, if with a strong dose of backbone and maturity. But based on appearances alone, “He reminds me of Tot,” Schuldig admitted when he called Nagi back. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Nagi sighed on the other end of the line. “Maybe initially he does, but they’re very different people.”
“I know-he has a penis. Speaking of which, are you sure you can handle that? You’ve only ever dated girls.”
“I know.”
Nagi didn’t sound concerned in the least. Schuldig loathed being Devil’s Advocate sometimes. “People will say your break-up with Tot turned you off girls.”
“Well, maybe it did.”
“Petulance doesn’t become you, Nagi.”
“Well, patronization doesn’t become you.”
A pause.
“Patronization? Is that even a word?”
Another pause.
“Lemme look it up.”
Schuldig heard Nagi typing away on his computer and burst out laughing. Seconds later, Nagi’s laughter joined his.
“It’s a word!” Nagi managed, “You lose.”
“Ok, ok,” Schuldig said, taking a deep breath letting the last of his chuckles out. He clicked a few connecting links and cleared his throat. “Ok. Here’s the deal. Weiss is performing at the MTV Japan music video awards next month. If you’re still obsessed by then, we’ll go into the pit during their performance and dance. Deal?”
“Deal.” He could hear the grin in Nagi’s voice. “See you in the pit!”