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Green Days
another really fucked up fic by Shala-chan
"Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone, the worry rock gets -"
"Shala!"
"Fallen on our pride. Old knocked out dragged out fight, fat lips and -"
"SHALA!" The girl pressed pause on her Discman.
"What?"
"That's the third time I've tried you. Can't you turn down the volume on that thing?"
"Well, yeah, but then I wouldn't be able to hear it above the clatter you guys make."
"So if we were more quiet, you'd turn the volume down." It was a statement, not a question.
"Probably."
"Probably?"
"Yeah. No guarantee. I mean, sometimes it's just hard to hear in the first place . . ."
"Your volume is at eight."
"So? You guys make a lot of noise."
"Then why don't you listen to that at home?"
"Why in hell would I want to? I wouldn't have time. I'd be online, or doing homework or something."
"What are we going to do with you?"
"Listen, maybe?"
"You already talk too much."
"I meant to the music. Come on, I've known you guys for what, almost four years? And in that time you've only listened to my favorite music a few times. I mean, that meditation nature crap isn't what got you together with Rowen. I believe it was a song by this band." She patted the Discman, indicating the album inside.
"Why do you like these people so much anyway? I've seen pictures . . . they look almost barbaric."
"Green Day? You obviously haven't seen some other bands . . ."
"Well, why do you like them so much?"
"They have a song for every mood."
"Oh really."
"Well, they wrote the music that made you you-know-what you-know-who. And they also have songs like 'Platypus'."
"'Platypus'?"
"Parenthases I Hate You."
"Oh . . ."
"And they have a song I'm sure you'd love. It's called 'King for a Day'. About crossdressing."
"Hey, just because I let Rowen bully me into wearing that ridiculous outfit for Halloween . . ."
"Just pullin' your leg. Listen." Shala pulled out the CD player she kept who-knew-where and popped in Nimrod. "Now, you are going to listen to this the whole way through."
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"I came to tell you that it's lunch time, doofus."
"Well, skip lunch. I'll take something up for you later."
"I suppose . . ."
"Good boy!" Sage gave Shala a Frosty Look™ before pressing play as she slipped out the door.
When Sage came downstairs about an hour later, the first sounds that greeted him were those of argument.
"You're telling me that there was a detective who never drank excessively and never smoked?"
"Yes!"
"Who? Encyclopedia Brown?"
"Miss Marple!"
"She was a wimpy old lady!"
"And she solved murder mysteries! She knew what Mrs. McGillicudy saw!"
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really! You just don't appreciate Agatha Christie!"
"Sure I do! I appreciate Hercules Pawrote!"
"That's Hercule Poirot, numbnuts!" Shala said, pronouncing it correctly.
"Whatever!"
"Actually," Sage said, "the pronunciation makes all the difference. The style, the flair, the touch Poirot has, is mostly on account of his name."
"Riiight."
"Really. By the way, Shala, I didn't care for number three."
"Didn't think you would. It gets good once you've listened to it a few times, though."
"I hope so. That song was repulsive."
"It isn't that bad . . ."
"The only part that I liked was the one that really pertains to you. Because you are a bitch."
"Thankee, kind sir."
"I meant that in the nicest possible way."
"I know. I took it as a compliment."
"You would," he sighed.
"It was an insult? Yeesh, Seiji, we have driven you crazy! What happened to the cool, calm gentleman that we used to know?"
"He disappeared before you ever got here and went into hiding. He is currently wanted, with a price on his head of three million yen."
"You're joking, right?"
"Yes."
"You made a joke? A semi-good one?"
"Yes."
"Call the mental hospital. A patient seems to have broken loose."
"Oh, they wouldn't be able to drag me back there if they tried," Sage said with a slight smile. "You, on the other hand . . ."
"Happily sing 'They're Coming to Take Me Away Ha Haa!'?" Shala said with an answering grin.
"Pretty much."
"Um, hello?" Kento said, waving a hand in between them. "I feel left out here."
"You know the room I've been using upstairs?" Shala asked. Kento nodded. "Go to it and press play on the CD player. Ciao. Have fun." She waggled her fingers casually at him before he left.
"Are you tring to corrupt all of us?" Sage asked, only half-joking. "Because if you are, I'd like to warn Ro."
"Ro-chan's already corrupted, Seiji-kun," Shala pointed out. "You just choose not to notice."
"Oh, I meant so he could join in."
Kento was listening to Nimrod and contemplating whether nice guys really do finish last. It was a question that had been pondered throughout the ages, starting with one stone-age mouse asking another if he was pondering the same thing that he was pondering.
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so, Brain. If Thoog hits those rocks together hard enough, then cake and ice cream will come out, but will he share with everybody?" Somewhere, an overintelligent mouse sighed.
Somewhere in the Ronin household/Koji Manor, Ryo stoppped outside a door through which music could be heard. He knocked.
"Go away," Kento said irritably, "this is a good song." Ryo came in anyway and sat down next to Kento.
"Hey," he said after a second, "this is pretty cool."
"No shit, shut up."
"I wonder how Kento's doing?" Shala said off-handedly.
"Kento and Ryo," Sage corrected.
"How are you so good at all that feeling people's prescences shit?"
"I practice clearing my mind."
"Not that there's much to get out of there in the first place," Shala sighed. "On the other hand, my head is so cluttered that housecleaning takes forever."
"Excuse me . . ."
"Whatever for?"
"Oh, forget it."
"No problem."
"This is such a sweet song!" Sai exclaimed.
"Shh!"
/But it is!/
"Damnit, Sai, you made us miss that part! Now we'll have to restart the song!"
"Gomen. I'll go make dinner."
"Wait!" Kento stretched an arm out and pulled Sai back into a sitting position. "You gotta listen!"
Sai stayed.
"A small cloud has fallen, the white mist hits the ground, my lungs - mmf!"
"YOWCH!" Rowen pulled his hand away from Shala's mouth and danced around the room. "Ite! Ite! ITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"'S yer own fault," Shala muttered. "You interrupted me."
"You didn't have to bite him," Sage chided, his eyes dancing.
"Well, what else was I supposed to do?"
/ITE!/
/Oh, stop being a baby, Rowen./
"Yeah, stop being a baby, Rowen," Shala echoed.
"You shut up," Sage warned.
"Fine!" Shala stomped off, singing cheerily, loudly, and off-key. "Let's nuke the bridge we've torched two thousand times before, this time we'll -"
"Blow it all to hell," Rowen muttered loudly. "That hurt!"
"Actually," Shala called from the next room, "it's 'blast it all to hell'!"
"I wasn't talkin' about the damn lyrics!" Rowen yelled.
"Sorry!" Shala yelled back.
"She apologizes for misinterpreting me, but not for biting me?" Rowen questioned rhetorically.
"She's . . . Shala," Sage said.
"She's also friggin' seventeen!" Rowen exclaimed. "She shouldn't be this immature!"
"You were," Sage commented.
"Was not! Ow . . ."
Sage sighed. "I'm not going to take this up with you right now. Let's have a look at that hand." He snapped his fingers and extended his own hand. Rowen obediently showed him the injured appendage. "Ooh . . . poor Rowen . . ." Sage said. "I'll make it all better," he added comfortingly.
Rowen brightened up. "Really?"
"No. You got yourself into this, and you can get yourself an ice pack. I'm going to meditate."
"Saaage!" Rowen whined uselessly. He sighed and trudged to the kitchen for some ice.
"I'm having trouble trying to sleep," Shala began, yawning. "I'm countin' sheep but runnin' out. As time ticks by, still I try . . ."
"To corrupt us all?" Ryo asked.
"To make me cry?" Sai questioned. Kento added that it wouldn't take much to do so, and was promptly elbowed.
"No," Shala said sleepily.
"Then what are you trying to do?" Rowen asked, annoyed.
Shala blinked. "Intraduce ya . . ."
"Dear, introduce who?" Sai prompted gently.
"Wanted Sage to be less uptight . . ."
"That's not -" Sage began.
"He's better than he used to be," Rowen smiled.
"I know, muffin," Sage joked in sugary sweet tones that forced the others to roll their eyes.
"And now I think you're sick and I wanna go home," Shala quipped. The others laughed. Shala yawned again, trying to keep sleep at bay.
"So what was your reason, anyway?" Ryo queried.
/Yes, tell them so they will be quiet and shut up,/ White Blaze told the only other person in the room who could hear him at the moment. Shala patted the tiger and put her head back down on his side.
"I wanted to introduce you all to good music," she stated simply, then yawned. "Green Day is . . ." she trailed off and fell asleep.
"Green Day is what?" Kento asked. Shala mumbled something. They all strained to hear it.
"People try to put us down, just because we get around. Not tryin' ta cause a big sensation, just talkin' 'bout my generation."
Rowen blinked. "That's a song by The Who," he said. Shala smiled in her sleep.
Yeah, another really fucked up fic alright. Don't worry about the White Blaze thing. I'll clarify it later. Okay, all the songs and lyrics in here are © Green Day, Lookout! Records, and Reprise Records.And ze Ronin Warriors are copyright Sunrise Animation, I think. I'm just playing with my 'niichans. Can you make that plural? Um, I think that's everything. And 'My Generation' really is a song by The Who. Green Day covered it on Kerplunk!, their second album. It's good. I am aware that most of this is very OOC. I'm usually very OOC. I don't give a shit. It's the conversations that go on in my head. There's a reason they don't quite match well-known personality traits. And yeah, I know there's a lot of dialogue. I like dialogue. If you like good descriptions and actual paragraphs, read Ami-chan's fics.