Singing in Deep Disguise

Chapter 5

With these bare hands,
My last strings to this world,
I’ll fight to the bitter end,
Falling piece by piece,
Down, Down, is where I’m heading,

And I know I’m just stalling,
That I’m just Stalling,

But I’ll Fight,
My final stand in this life,
Begins with these bare hands,
Scarred by their words,
Pure is but an echo,

And I know I’m just stalling,
That I’m just Stalling,

With these bare hands,
My last strings to this world,
I’ll fight to the bitter end,
Falling Piece by Piece,
Down, Down, is where I’m heading,

Now the question that remains is,
Will you be there to bring me back up?

And I know I’m just stalling,
That I’m just stalling,

The inventible,
Yet the question still remains,
Left unanswered till now,
Are you the one holding these bare hands?

Still I fight,
The only choice left,
Because I wont let them win,
Even If I’m already gone,

To the bitter end I wont leave,
I’ll haunt for the sins of them,
Always them,

And I know I’m just stalling,
That I’m just stalling,

To the Bitter End,

I’ll haunt what remains of them,
Pure is an echo I’ve forgotten,
And I ask,
Are you the ones holding these bare hands?

Yamiko finished the song, a smile on her red lipstick coated lips as the crowd applauded. Her khol rimmed eyes scanned the crowd, looking for that one person. They locked on Seto who was waiting for her below the stage, her dress drapped over one arm. She smiled and, after waving at the audience, walked off stage.

Seto took a swig out of the water bottle one of the assistants handed him and used his free forearm to whipe the sweat from his brow. Yamiko’s performance was nerve-wracking. He was so worried that the costume, a skintight black leather number with an overlay of flowy thin red silk, would rip, turning her into the epitome of wardrobe malfunction.

So, all through the high-energy dancing, Seto watched down stage, ready to grab Yami and bolt if the need arose. Luckily it didn’t and now, all they had to do was leave, not that Yami would agree to the plan, that divo, but it was always good to have a backup plan in mind. Murphy’s law and all that jazz.

“hey Seto, liked the performance?” Yamiko called, running over to him. Seto let a sliver of a smile sneak past his lips before turning it into a smirk.

“of course. It’s always a good performance when you don’t fall flat on your face.”

Yamiko pouted, her bottom lip temptingly sticking out, Seto swallowed hard, his eyes looking away.

“anway, can we get out of here? All of these people are making me nervous and I am starting to get an accute feeling of claustrophobia.” He said, guiding her to the private dressing room.

“aw, is wittle Seto scared of a wot of pweple?” Yamiko cooed. Seto scowled.

“no but you should be. What if they find out about you and-” he was stopped by her finger on his lips.

“chill Seto. If it makes you happy, we’ll leave, ‘kay?” she smiled up ay him, removing her finger. Seto had no qualms. She ws just so damn cute!

Yamiko sat down and began to remove the make-up and various pieces of jewlery when she noticed a post-it note on her mirror.

“huh? What’s this?”

she picked it up and read the untidy scrawl that said:

please meet me outside behind the building, alone.

“obviously it’s a trap.” Seto drawled, helping Yami unzip the bottom part of his concealmant costume. Before, it was a full body suit but once Yami complained that he wouldn’t be able to move properly, Seto turned it into a two-peice that only concealed the necessary parts.

“but, they said ‘please’ oh so very nicely though,” Yami purred. “I say I give them the chance.”

“but Yami, what if it’s a crazed fan that wants to kill you, like that dude who killed John Lennon and then you could be the next Black Dahlia!” Seto ranted. Yami just rolled his eyes.

“calm down. First of all I am not famous enough to be shot down like John Lennon but too famous to be the Black Dahlia. Besides, they never caught her killer.”

“EXACTLY!”

“look, if it bothers you so much, come with me. Stand by the emergency door,” Yami said unconcerned, slipping on a female track suit. After all, he didn’t know who it was and if it was a paparazzi, they can just say she got chest implants removed to explain his boobless state. It wasn’t news that would concern him. Hell, in hollywood, any press was good press.

“but Yami-“

“I’m leaving Seto.” Yami said as he walked out of the door. Scowling, Seto grabbed his videocamera and cell phone, just in case, and followed after him.

Mitzumi: uber climax next chap then the resolution which involves smut. I plan to do a seperate oneshot for the concert and if anyone wants to join in as say a band member or a guest singer, you are free to do so. Just pm me all of your information-looks, clothing, attitude, what you do, etc- and I’ll see what I can do. By the way, I showed some people the coverpage for this fict-yes, I draw coverpages for some of my ficts, especially for the ones with Seto; I can draw him really well- and they were stunned when I explained to them that the female they see on there is actually male! Giggle oh well, all is fair in boy’s love and yaoi! R&R&R!!!