Noriko finished tying her hair in it's usual pigtails as she passed her phone on the wall. Seeing the messege light blinking she pushed the button. She must've missed the call while she was in the shower. Touma's voice caught her attention. Something about practice schedules. Those were doable. It had been a while since the band had anything big going on. ((OOC: Hello all. New here. I hope this is good. Like Touma Noriko doesn't have a big part. Plus I'm just starting. Well Hi everyone. ^.6 My demented face that I make.))

Hi hi. This is Aya.

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Touma sat down in the chair in his office. "I should, perhaps, set up a practice schedule for Grasper, as well."

Using the office phone (which cost him so much less money to use) he dialed both Noriko and Ryuuichi, leaving messages concerning the practice dates and times.

((OOC: Ano...I've not been updating this as often as I should...but Touma doesn't really play that big of a role in this plot thus far...anyway! I promise to update whenever I feel I just need to shove the little schitz in! Ja!))

Hiro looked at Fujisaki, glad things were finally starting to get somewhat settled. It seemed like things were always this crazy in the mornings. Sakano was, of course, still having an anurism over every little thing, but that happened every day. He had learned to tune it out into the background.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the music he had wanted to show everyone. "I know it's not really enough time to learn a new song...but we could work on this one. See how it works...?" He looked at both of his bandmates hopefully.

Suguru flashed a tense smile toward the rest of Bad Luck, hitting a few of the keys on his keyboard and holding the notes dramatically.
"What do you want to practice first?" He allowed the small smile to remain on his face as he glanced down at the list of songs that were currently on his display. He had an arrangement for everything. Silently, he let the fact that Shuichi was still messing around go, opting to throw himself into practicing rather than scold the older boy anymore. Afterall, he was older, which meant more mature...right?
Somehow he doubted it.

((Gomen ne. x.x; Computer was in the shop for a while and then everything got screwed up and so on and so forth but FEAR NOT! the horrible Sakano RPer is back. o.o; And beware, for I am even more horrible now because I'm drugged up on pain killers. AHAHAHAHA. o.o;)) Sakano raised a brow, having felt like he missed something.. and so he was immediately sent him into one of those fits of his -- those waterfalls of tears an pouting lips making the man look as if he were a four year old who didn't get the toy he wanted for Christmas. "What?! What?!" Why did he always not listen when he needed to listen? -_-; Hanging his head, he idly began chewing on the collar of his dress shirt before everything registered and the world suddenly seemed a lot brighter. "...Sou...ka...? Right! On with practising!" He then paused and tapped at his chin as he spun slowly on his heels, "Now, ah.. what to do, what to do?" Blinkblink. He could just continue looking like an idiot. Good plan. :D We'll stick tothat for a while!

Bad Luck's singer gave a silly grin,"Reaallly??" and he busted out in random singing again,"I'm gonna bee faaaamous!" He was so into his dancing, he realized suddenly that the youngest band member was most likely not pleased. Shooting a glance at the other, he noted that he was quite right. With a little sigh he blinked and stood there,"OOOk. Let's practice." He brightened,"The sooner practice finishes, the sooner I get to see Yuki." *_*

[OOC: X_x So sorry for just dissapearing. I kind of forgot to check the page to see if anyone had updated.] Hiro sat in his chair, knowing his mouth was hanging open and not caring. "We're doing what? When?" He leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand, sighing a bit. "He always seems to do this to us, ne? Ah well...You're right, Fujisaki. We should just start practicing and get it over with."

Suguru, was going to have a heart attack. How could Tohma do this to them all of a sudden!? "Damn!" He muttered under his breath, feeling his face heating up. And just after he'd finished telling the rest of the band off too. They were really going to have to practice hard now. There was no way they were going to be ready if they didn't. Once again he cursed Tohma, before looking up at Shuichi and Hiro. "We're really going to have to practice now." Was all he could manage to say. He was stunned. It wasn't as if he didn't want to perform, but it didn't seem like Shuichi was being too serious... The concert date was not too far off either...

Striding fluidly into the recording room, Touma wore his usual smile. That 'if-you-think-I'm-innocent-you've-got-another-thing-coming' grin.

Touma smiled politely at the group and looked over at Shuichi. "Shindou-san, I have news for you." His smile never faltered. "I was recently asked if Nittle Grasper could perform for a charity. I didn't want to, but, unfortunately, Ryuuichi-san was there. He replied for me, adn thus, we are performing. In that, I volunteered Bad Luck, as well." His facial features were as stone. "You are to choose five songs to perform, and another to teach teh audience. The charity is on the Eighth of February, be ready; the location will be delivered to all of you."

With that, he left a very confused lot of musicians staring after his retreating form. Touma just kept on smiling to himself, the whole way back to his office.

((OOC: Gosh! SOOOOO sorry for not updating my character! It's been so busy! I did, however, find us an audience! ^^))

Suguru's expression softened as he looked down and started an arrangement that he had been working on. "Reall, I'm sorry." He was a bit embarrassed that he had lost his head, and he could feel the color that had risen into his cheeks.
He looked over to Hiro and nodded. "You ready?" He looked back down at his keyboard. "Let's just get this over with..." He muttered so quietly, that he barely even heard himself...

He blinked at the others outburst, and quieted down. He
whined,"I was practicing!!" and pouted. But he shook his
head,"Fine fine..." he grumbled to himself. He wished
his Yuuuuukkkii~i was here with him. Oh
well...the sooner the rehearsal was over, the sooner he
could dive back to his lover.

"You're welcome..." Suguru was just being himself. He didn't know what there was to thank him for. Clearing his throat loudly, he pulled up a song on his synthesizer. "Are we going to practice or not." Why did he suddenly feel so old? Maybe he needed some time off. He needed something. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if to clear his head, before reopening them and giving a thumbs up to Sakano. "Oh..." He looked at Hiro and Shuichi. "and sorry for blowing up like that..."

(OOC: Hihi. :D!) Sakano was grateful that a boy such as young Fujisaki, Suguru had been born... to help him with these messes. God forbid he be stuck dealing with the psycho pink-haired boy all by himself, he'd wind up pulling another 'I'm going to try to commit suicide by jumping out of a first-story in order to end my problems!' thing again. Who would want that? "Arigatooooou..." he whimpered as he thanked the boy, sinking into a chair as he did so. But he didn't know why he was thanking him. Raising a brow, he just issued a not-too-scary 'glare of death' at the others (and... it kind of only looked like he was making puppy faces at them, as if he were begging. Go figure. e_e)in attempt to get them to settle down. He then blinked a few times and hung his head, doubting the possibility of Shuichi settling down to any workable degree. This was going to be hell.

((OOC: Hey everybody ^_^ I'm going to be playing Suguru!!! Nice too meet you all!))

Suguru remained silent as he stood behind his synthesizer watching the antics of the genki pink haired singer. He had been trying to restrain himself from yelling at the older boy from the moment he had walked through the door, late as usual.

He stood, watching, silently fuming until Shuichi broke out into an acapella version of Rage Beat, totally disregarding the two ther band members and Sakano. He couldn't take it anymore. Shuichi was driving him crazy.

"Will you SHUT UP!?" He yelled, closing his eyes tightly. He lowered his voice, looking positively pissed off. "We're supposed to be practicing here! But No! First, you walk in late, then, you won't shut up long enough for us to work out WHAT we're going to be practicing. Just WHAT is the matter with you!?" He sighed, pausing for a moment, his anger fading away. "I'm trying my hardest, but that doesn't matter if you aren't going to take this seriously." He said softly, hitting a couple of keys on his keyboard.

He danced around like a little freak, shouting,"YUKI AND I
ARE IN LOOOOOOOOOVVVEEEE" as he said 'love' his body
moved in a snakelike fashion, wiggiling from side
to side. He bounced around and launched into "Rage
Beat" all by himself, not seeming to realize the others
hadn't even started.

"But we just practiced that yesterday. What about Rage Beat or No Virtual or Anti Nostalgic?? We haven't done those in a while." He leaned back in his chair and picked up his guitar, strumming some random tune.

"You should calm down a bit. Is Yuki making you drink coffee now or something?"

'Enthusiastic' wasn't the word. ...There must have been a better one to use somewhere... >> He blinked and collected himself, fixing his tie after he fixed the creases in those pants on his. Sweatdropping, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "Hai, hai..." he whimpered, shying away from the loud voice of the pink-haired singer. ...Hopefully - when Bad Luck did become the best in Japan... He'd be able to hear the good news. All this enthusiastic yelling was probably going to make him go deaf and that wouldn't really be a good thing, would it?

"SPICY MARMALAAADE!" he said loudly, pointing a finger up
into the air, and waving his arm around rather
dangerously. His mouth was in a wide "O" shape. To the
puddled Sakano-san he said in a louder voice then
before,"WE'RE GOING TO BE THE BEST!"

He was throughly enthusiastic today...maybe a little too
enthusiastic...

As he was sitting in his office (contemplating things he should probably not have been), Touma's cell-phone rang...

"Seguchi Touma." He answered quickly.

"..." He suddenly held the phone far away from his ear...

"Mika-san..." He suddenly looked rather depressed. She wasn't happy with him... what was new? He reached over and turned on the radio he'd had put in his office. For some reason, music soothed his soul (perhaps because he was a musician?). He loved some of the more... hard songs. Coincidentally, the X JAPAN song Desperate Angel was playing. Touma sighed... Can irony hit a guy harder? Or am I in for more trouble?

OOC: Hey, just letting you all know I am still here, but the situation I've set Eiri up in just kind of puts him out of the picture for now... when I get an idea or two, I'll write him in more. Until then, the progression of time is what is needed. :)

Oh, and welcome to No Style, Ali. ^_^

"Shindo-kuuuuun!!" He exclaimed, grasping his head with both hands as he exploded into that ever-so-loved Sakano-tornado. Shuichi was late.. and jumping around like an idiot... and threatening the lives of equipment. He couldn't handle this... this STRESS!!

Spinning around and around and around in an endless dance of ele-- ...*splat* right into a wall. He squeaked as he slid down that hard surface and into a well formed puddle of goo on the floor. "Shindo-...kun..." muttering, he slowly popped back up and dusted himself off, pouting the entire time. Beads of sweat obvious on the man's forehead -- anyone could tell he was seconds from bursting out into another one of his un-planned circus acts.


(OOC: Hi! n.n; I'm the Sakano-san.. call me Ali..or..Nagi.. whichever. Sorry for the kind of short post. I thought this had died!! I would have posted sooner if it hadn't have looked so void of all things living. Hah. Forgive me if the post sucked, and for all this OOC. Gomen.)

Hiro continued smirking at his friend dancing around happily. "Oh yeah?" He asked. "Yuki seems to be keeping you very busy. Ahh...I remember when I used to have you all to myself." He watched Shuichi dance around genkily.

"So what song do you want to practice?" He asked, ready to start. He had some ideas he wanted to run by his band mates. He'd been up late writing music. Lately he'd been having trouble sleeping and he found that, when he wrote music, it helped.

Upon returning to his paperwork, Touma found a... rather interesting letter. After reading its contents, he grinned and slipped it into his 'keep for later' drawer. His grin grew larger as a plan formed itself in his mind.

This could turn out highly interesting, he thought, the grin still reminiscent to his features. I'll just have to wait and see. Yes... highly entertaining.

He was interrupted from his train of thought by his cell-phone ringing. He answered and was mildly surprised to hear Mika-san on the other line. He listened intently, stood up, and left his office once more. This time, he would be gone for the day. They could handle things without him. Besides, recording hadn't even begun yet...

Shuichi grinned,"It was Yuki Yuki Yuuuukiii!!" he waved his
arms in the air,"Let's rehearse! I'm ready and pumped!"
he hopped up and down, waving the mike around
insanely,"Let's GOoooOoooO!"

He held a superstar pose for a long moment and then
continued on dancing around like the idiot he was
really looking like.

Tohma watched silently from the hall... There sure weren't many boring days with this lot. At least they were still selling, that's all that mattered... Well... that and a few things that Tohma would rather leave undisclosed. He laughed lightly. Back to paperwork. Oh, well! He knew he could always relieve stress by watching the hopelessly pathetic antics of these odd people. He turned and walked back to his office, still grinning.

Hiro watched Shuichi run into the studio, shouting out his usual morning greeting of 'la li ho.' Something good must have happened to him last night. He was in a very good mood. Or it could have just been that Yuki had been nice to him and Shuichi wasn't depressed. Whatever it was, Hiro was glad that his friend was in high spirits.

"Hey Shuichi. Why were you late? You know Fujisaki gets angry when you're late." He smirked at his friend as he continued to sing and dance for everyone.

He snapped back to reality, away from the dreamful Yuki-
ness. He was late!! He continued his mad dash down the
street, not stopping until he barged into the studio.

"LAAAAALIIIIIHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" he shouted, jumping up into
the air, landing in the center of the medium sized
studio. His mouth made an unusually large O shape as he
grabbed the microphone and started to practice
his 'dance moves'.

He entered the small shop disguised from the world. His ocean eyes, concealed by midnight blue sunglasses,surveyed the store. A young woman approached him.

"Do you need any help sir?" she asked.

"Oh. No thank you," He answered, picking up a couple of boxes of Pocky. He placed the boxes on the counter and took out his wallet.

"You know, you look familiar," the woman said. She bagged the snacks, her mind in small concentration.

He smiled and shrugged it off, "I get that a lot." He paid for the items, took the bag, and left the store.

The woman was still in thought until Sleepless Beauty came on the air. She gasped as she suddenly recognized the voice and shrieked, "I just met Ryuichi Sakuma! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Outside, Ryuichi walked along the streets. A stuffed pin bunny fell from his jacket pocket into the bag.

Ryuichi's eyes turned from ocean to sapphire blue and sparkled as he laughed. "Kumagoro! We're sharing the Pocky!"

Another boring day at school again… If only he didn’t live out here in Kyoto. Sure it was great for flowers, but it wasn’t working when this particular teenage boy knew of oh-so-many other delights other parts of the world… Like Sakuma Ryuichi… Briefly tripping over himself on his way towards the house as he daydreamed, Tatsuha caught himself and pretended to play it smooth – as if anyone had been watching. … yeah, right.

Sometimes, he wished that he could live closer to his brother. Everything seemed to revolve around Yuki. He moved away from home, and everyone’s attention moved with him. If that wasn’t enough reason to hate him, he also lived with a look alike to Tatsuha’s personal god. Could life *be* more unfair? Especially now, he was officially banned from going to Tokyo. After his last escapade… the one where Yuki’s latest toy had just been a little too cute for his own good, and poor Tatsuha’s hormones took the wheel - Yuki swore if he ever found the boy anywhere near the premises, he’d call the cops. Knowing Yuki, he probably would. And if his own flesh and blood didn’t have it out for him, Seguchi-san would probably hang him for causing his brother unnecessary stress.

Yuki, Yuki, Yuki.

Pausing as he entered the main house, Tatsuha glanced over himself in the mirror. It was nearly frightening that he was the spitting image of his brother… But for some reason, he never had the same pull, or was never quite as cool. Maybe if he called more guys stupid, and practiced his murderous stare – maybe… The sixteen-year-old boy stroked his chin, as if plotting something that had only just occurred to him when it was really all he ever thought about.

He toed off his shoes before continuing into the house… no one to greet him, as usual. Mika-neechan was with Seguchi-san… or pretending to live up their so-called marriage, his mother always seemed to be missing in action, and his father was praying to every god and diety that his precious first-born would return like the prodigal son. Nothing left now than to watch Nittle Grasper videos, as usual.

His backpack made a satisfying thump as it crashed into the ground, and his butt landed right beside it, as he grabbed for the remote control. If only he had talent… if he could write, or sing, or dance… he could live in that world. Where people like Sakuma Ryuichi and Seguchi Tohma existed above it all… even his own brother was apart of it, and yet he was rarely ever invited. The usual teenage angst was ebbing in ever pore of his being, and part of his mind idly wondered where he put his latest Yuki-voodoo doll as he pressed down the play button.

Hiro walked down the sidewalk, on his way to the recording studio for a day of writing music and watching Shuichi bounce around. His guitar was on his back, held onto his shoulder by the guitar strap he had gotten from his mother for his birthday. He smiled at the memory. She had been so excited to give him that, after his old one he had owned for years had finally broken. He had been very pleased with the gift, and even if he had hated it, he still would have smiled and thanked her.

He approached the NG building looming over his head. He slipped his key card into the little box next to the door, causing the doors to open at once. Hiro made his way to the medium sized studio they always practiced and recorded in. He looked around, all the usual people already there. But where was Shuichi? He frowned. Shuichi could be pretty irresponsible sometimes. They could write and practice without Shuichi, but only to a certain point.

He sat down on a chair, waiting for his pink haired friend to enter.

Yuki Eiri calmly sat on the couch within the confines of his apartment, the remains of smoke rings disappating in front of him. His cobalt blue shirt hung open, revealing the pale flesh of his trim chest and abdomen down to the top of his fitted black slacks. The blonde's body seemed to glow golden from the sunlight that filtered in the large windows of the living room.

Eiri took another drag from his low-burning cigarette. Sighing, he rose from his seated position and ambled over to the large windows. His thoughts drifted to various things as he stared out at the city; several times those thoughts touched on Shuuichi.

The blonde shook his head, smiling cynically to himself as he made his way out of the living room and into his office. He flipped his laptop's "on" switch as he sat, slipping his glasses on as the novel he was currently working on began to load. The writer in him took over and Eiri's fingers began to fly over the keyboard, ideas coming to the front of his mind as quickly as he could put them down. Eiri vaugly wondered what was causing this sudden burst of inspiration, but he dared not think too hard, for fear of the ideas disappearing.

Eiri would continue to write as the day grew long, awaiting the arival of one pink-haired bishounen in the evening, and the familiar call of "Rally-ho" echoing about the apartment.

He raced full speed down the sidewalk, not really heeding
the outraged cries of the people he bumped into. He was
late for practice...again. How could help help it if Yuki
kept him up all night?

He paused in mid-run,Mau...Yuuuukiii. His eyes
turned starry and his face turned into a shape that
oddly resembled a bubblely circle.

He just stood there, standing in the middle of the street,
now ignoring the passing strangers and their curious or
odd stares.

"Yuuuuuuukkkiiiiii. . ." he cooed loudly to his starry eyed, round faced self.

I, Aya, has taken over No Style for Akiotena. The RPG will start
whenever we get all the characters filled.

To join, look to the right of this column, and just follow the instructions.

I can't wait until we get this RPG back on track, I'm sure we'll have a fun time. XD

Arigatou!

~Aya