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Battle of the bands and bestfriends!

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Ikuto: yay I'm back!

Amu: Me to!

Me: yes yes now let me start!

Ikuto&Amu: Manda does NOT own SC okey dokey? Or Hollywood undead or their songs or any songs in here!

BTW! FULL SUMMARY!

Ikuto forms a band called Midnight Blue, but won't let his best friend Amu sing? So what does Amu do? Makes her own band of course!n but she disguises herself and her bandmates. When Ikuto finds out this all girl band is going to be in the battle of the bands with his... how the hell would he react? What about if he finds out its her?

"Hey JACKASS! WAKE THE HELL UP!"

A voice screamed, making a certain poor teenage boy groan in agony. He pulled his dark blue comforter around himself tighter, wishing the voice would go away. And for a brief moment, the voice didn't scream at him. The teenager sighed in content as he started to drift back to sleep, but that didn't last long. No, instead something landed on top of him, more likely a someone. The teenager groaned louder and soon his head popped out of the comforter, "Holy shit, WHAT?"

"Good afternoon, Ikuto!"

Ikuto groaned, as his midnight blue eyes met the light amber ones of his best friend in the world. Sighing, he sat up slightly, running a hand through his messy midnight blue hair, "To what do I owe the pleasure of you stopping by, Amu?" Amu smiled a bad sign for Ikuto usually. "Well. I thought we could hang out today, ya know? Come on. Please? Please? Please?"

She widened her honey eyes, and started to pout slightly. Ikuto sighed, "I'm busy today." "Not what your mom said." He groaned, before sighing in defeat, "Fine, fine. We can chill."

"Yay!"

She yelled, as she hugged her best friend of 12 years tightly. Ikuto gasped for air, "Amu. I can't breathe." "Oops!" She let him go before he smirked and shoved her off his bed, onto his dark blue carpeted floor. "Ow, that actually kinda hurt," she muttered as she struggled to sit up. Ikuto took this as an opportunity to take a peek at what she was wearing. Soon enough, he started to laugh, hard. Amu blushed and sat up quickly, then glared at him. "A skirt? A fucking skirt?"

Amu looked down again, a blush on her cheeks as she looked down at her outfit. A white ruffled loose mini skirt and black zip up hoodie, "So what? I can be a girl at times." "So lemme guess, your mom yelled and screamed at you?" "Bingo." "Ha!"

She glared at him as she stood up, "And don't try to look up my skirt asshole. I am wearing shorts underneath."

"Like I'd wanna look under your shirt."

"Fuck off."

"Awe. Did someone have extra bitchy pills?"

"Suck it, dude."

Ikuto shook his head. He was in for a day.

"Let me get changed you moron. I was sleeping before you pounced on me."

"Psh fine" She tilted her head up in a posh manner, her long pink hair following suit.

"And quick question. If you hate your hair down oh so much, why is it down now?" Now it was her turn to groan, "My mom caught me when I was leaving the house and yanked my hair clip from my hair."

"Do you want your extra?"

"PLEASE!"

She clasped her hands together and shook them, which made Ikuto laugh. He reached into his nightstand drawer and took out a hair clip with a red X on it.

"OH MY GOD THANK YOU!"

She hugged him tightly once more, before he smiled a bit. "I need to get changed you know."

"Fine, fine. You go get changed and then we can go out!"

He rolled his eyes, "Fine you hyper weirdo."

"Love you too."

(Ikuto's POV)

Amu stuck her tongue out at me, before leaving my room. I groaned as I climbed out of bed, the cold hitting my bare chest and legs. I stretched my back slightly, like a cat as Amu would say, before I stood up and started to rifle through my drawers.

After a few minutes, I pulled out my favorite pair of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with a cross on it. After pulling on my favorite necklace, a silver cross given to me by Amu, and my favorite hoodie I was almost ready to go. Before I could even put on my socks, my phone rang . I picked it up and answered with my customary, "Yo."

"Hey Ikuto, it's Kukai."

"I know that."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I was thinking… we should start a band!"

"Why?"

"Well. I heard there was gonna be a Battle of the Bands. And apparently winners get to get a record deal and stuff. So, what do you say?"

"When is it?"

"I think around June, when we graduate."

"Alright if it is in like 7 or 8 months, why are you telling me this now?"

"Because! You, I, Tadase, and Nagihiko should make our own band! And in the 7 or 8 months till the competition, we could practice like hell. Plus we could get gigs and make money off it."

I thought about it for a minute or two before saying, "Alright we'll talk tomorrow at school alright? Bye."

I hung up and started smiling, seemed like the group idiot finally thought of something I've always wanted to do. I opened my door, and was soon tackled to the ground by Amu.

"You are such a slow jack ass! Come on, get your shoes on and we can leave!"

"Wait what are we doing anyway? And what time is it?"

"You'll see! And it's like 3ish. You lazy cat."

She smirked and lead me to her car, a gold Toyota Highlander with a yin yang symbol on the hood. She of course, got to drive. So as we drove, she played our favorite Hollywood Undead album. Our first stop, it seemed, was lunch at one of our favorite places, and then a trip to the video game store. Finally, around 5:30ish, she tied a black blind fold over my eyes before taking off again. As she drove, my favorite song, Young by Hollywood Undead, started to play. Now, Amu and I, being music lovers, started singing along with the familiar lyrics.

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
We don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain.
I see the love; I see the hate; I see this world that we can make!
I see life I see the sky. Give it all to see you fly...
Yes! we wave this flag of hatred, but you're the ones who made it!
Watch the beauty of all our lies passing right before my eyes.
I hear the hate in all your words all the wars to make us hurt
We get so sick of so sick; we never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live!

So we
March to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun - we are numb!

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

As we walk among the shadows the streets the field of battle
Take it up, we wear the medal, raise your hands with burning candles.
Hear us whisper in the dark hear in the rain u see the spark
Feel the beating of our heart fleeting hope as we depart
All together, walk alone against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted was a place to call our home
But you take all we are; the innocence of our hearts.
Make us kneel before the alter as you tear us apart!

So we
March to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun - we are numb!

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

We will fight or we will fall
till the angels save us all

We will fight or we will fall
till the angels save us all

We will fight or we will fall
till the angels save us all...

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

After a few more minutes, and that song coming up a lot more times, we finally stopped. Amu nearly took my arm off as she dragged me out of the car. "Okay! Remove the blindfold!"

I did as I was told, and my jaw dropped. We were at Tokyo Stadium, where Hollywood Undead was preforming that night. I hugged Amu almost as tight as she usually hugged me, before I let go. She just smiled, "Happy Best Friend Anniversary. And not only do we have tickets to this, but we also have back stage passes." My jaw dropped even lower, if that was possible. I just stared at her, wondering what I deserved to have such a fucking amazing best friend.

"What are you staring at you pervert?"

"Oh just staring at you, thinking about how much you look like a strawberry. And with honey eyes its like a strawberry covered in honey!"

I laughed as she punched my arm softly, "Psh you wanna make fun of my hair and eyes? You have freaking midnight blue hair! And eyes that match! Makes you like a cat... AHAH! I now have a new nickname! You shall be called the perverted cat!"

I felt myself sweat drop, "Ehhheh Amu what time is it?"

"Huh? Oh about 6."

"What time does the concert start?"

"In about 30 min."

"LET'S GO THEN!"

She laughed really hard, "Alright let's go!"

She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the stadium, giving them our tickets, and she had another surprise. She, surprisingly, pushed past a huge mosh pit and we ended up in the front, right next to the stage. I so didn't deserve her, at all. Soon, the lights dimmed and the band appeared, all 6 of them jumping/running onto stage. All of them with a different mask, of course. Deuce had a blue mask with pink tape over the mouth. Da Kurlez, of course, had half of his fully white mask in a smile and half in a frown. Charlie Scene was seen with his black sunglasses and black bandanna over his mouth, and Johnny 3 tears with his light blue mask and butterflies near the right bottom part. And finally, there was Funny man with a full black mask and the letters FM in yellow on his left cheek. They all wore a different kind of hat, aka baseball cap and stuff. Soon the music started playing, and it was their most famous song Undead.

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty Deep, He's Down To Brawl
Fuck those haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass knuckles in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs- we never go far,
And when you see us motherfuckers,
better know who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers who don't know what,
You better watch what you say.
From these industry fucks,
To these faggot ass punks,
You don't know what it takes,
To get this motherfucking truck.

I'm already loud maybe,
It?s a little too late,
Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad mouth this music,
It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this,
You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I played the pill, I nearly died for this music.

You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch,
I heard the reason you got to beater to believe any of this,
You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge,

What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What? You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit?
Bitch. I've been working at this ever since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows to only family and friends.

What kind of person would diss a band who deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips.
That shits as worse as it gets.
This verse is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene on your girlfriend's tits.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

White boys with tattoos,
We are pointing right at you,
We are breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom,
Pack of wolves,
'Cause we don't follow the rules,
And when you're running your mouth,
Our razor blades come out,
Because its nothing in my life except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, already wrap with the drag,
We killed him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always pressin?
You know I'm never stressing,
With fucking DMS,
J-Johny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down there at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and L.A gangsta's,

So what the fuck do you know about being a gangsta?
What the fuck do you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because every song is a fucking hit.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you drop when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's just die, (die) (Undead!)

Soon enough, the crowd was screaming, and hell even I joined in! It was just a rush of adrenaline to be there, and I got to share it with the greatest friend in the world. Life was perfect. Soon enough, Charlie Scene decided to fuck with Da Kurlez. "When I say Da Kurlez, you say faggot! Ready? Da Kurlez!" "Faggot," we all screamed back. Charlie turned to Da Kurlez, "Well. Seems that you are a faggot! I knew it!" Da Kurlez started to mope, but soon they started playing and singing again. They played all of our favorites, This Love This Hate, Dead in Ditches, The Natives, Young, El Urgencia, and of course California! "Thank you all, good night Japan!" Johnny screamed, as they headed off stage. I was about to find a way back there, to meet them, when Amu tugged on my hoodie, "They didn't sing No. 5!" "Holy crap, you're right!" As soon as the words left my mouth, everyone started chanting, "No. 5! No. 5!"

I was surprised as hell when they ran back on stage and sang No. 5, but fuck it was amazing. By the end, I was a bit tired, but Amu wasn't done. She took my hand in hers and lead me back stage, after flashing the back stage passes, and soon…. We were face to face with our favorite band. The only thing that would leave my mouth was, "Uh…" But thank God for Amu, right?

"My names Amu Hinamori, and this big jack ass next to me is Ikuto Tsukiyomi. Like, we are your biggest fans… and I must admit. I was not surprised that Da Kurlez is a fag. It seemed so true, and who wouldn't believe it?"

Poor Da Kurlez, he just pouted and hid in a corner far from Amu. Charlie, on the other hand, high fived her as he laughed, "Nice dudette. And we're glad you love our music." I smiled a bit, "Yeah. You're like… you guys are just pretty chill. I think your best song is Young." That was when I heard Amu's gasp, and her angry breathing. Oh fuck, I forgot. Before I could apologize, she started screaming, "You asshole! That is not their best song! We had the debate, which I won, so fuck you! This love, this hate is their best! So I win! "

Amu then blinked, and started blushing when she realized she had just yelled that in front of her fave band. Before she could apologize, Johnny laughed, "It's fine. You're a dedicated fan I'll give you that."

Soon we started talking about music and such, before Amu dubbed it late enough and she had to drive home. So we got pictures with them, autographs, and hell Amu even got to keep Johnny's mask. After she dropped me off that night, all I could think was life couldn't get better

And this is my story re edited. If you spot more mistakes lemme know, but this is the first in a long line of editing.

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