Bastaaa, I hate this capitolooo. XDD
Title: caught red-handed (chapter o6)
Fandom: tokio hotel
Torque: tom / bill
Prompt: 003.
end Rating: PG13 .
The moments of silence that followed were, in the ears of Tom, crashing more than it had been the annoying chatter of journalists up to a few seconds before, and the atmosphere that was created in the room was so unreal the whole world seemed to have slowed to stop at all, waiting for any claim someone did not help the fact that Tom's head were flocking to a range of scenarios, which ranged from the nuances the tragic catastrophic, and could not in any way to formulate a thought that had a semblance of common sense.
"What Bill means," somehow managed to explain Tom, overlooking the voices that barely had returned to create the room, his voice animated by hope and dall'incommensurabile amount of good that Bill wanted to - they were really the only two things that convinced him to, respectively, do not send to fuck everyone and not take kicks his brother bled to death - in an attempt to save the day. "Is that sometimes it seems really simplistic to diminish our relationship with that of fraternal affection : what does not imply anything about incest, not that. You can not explain what Bill and I, there are no words to do it: I think this is the great advantage of having a twin, as sometimes a person knows how to be extremely temperamental, spoiled and unbearable. "Attempted to defuse with a nervous laugh.
"Despite this," he continued. "The most annoying thing I see now is unbearable and the presumptuous attempt to want to put a label to our relationship. True, Bill? He smiled through gritted teeth, while under the desk, his foot was looking for his brother's leg, just in time to give up another kick, with the result that jump on the chair Bill, he had to strive to maintain a minimum of restraint and not get to whine in pain.
"E-exactly. "Muttered the dark in a low voice.
"Sorry, the frontman is now in full possession of his mental faculties. "Tom went on, the light tone. "You know, after being accused of being gay, anorexic and suicidal, you can well understand that it is not nice to feel even said to have a relationship with his brother. "
" If you have any questions, we would have ended here. Thank you all. "Concluded the guitar standing up and having to make efforts to pull considerable weight twin, who seemed to be finished in a catatonic state. No reporter
said anything, people too busy to wonder if he really had not exaggerated their articles - is still talked of little more than two teens, after all - who careless, pondered on the monologue quietly Tom, interrupted occasionally by the gesture furious hands of the vocalist and microphone stuck up the thread of the tap on the table by her statement and nervous, almost out of place, wondering what really boil in a pot and planning a series of ambushes in strategic corners to shed light on the matter.
'Bill, dear . "Chirped David, mellifluous voice, once through the throng of screaming fans - how the hell had heard of conference? , he asked himself mentally - that had formed in front of the building and set in motion the machinery. "If there is something that rewards you for telling me? "
Every single word coming out of the mouth of the manager exuded, syllable after syllable, pure poison, and, literally, was asking the question that the vocalist could be translated as a you, emerita asshole that you are nothing, you'd better give me a plausible explanation for your outputs brilliant, if you do not want to tie his arms and legs, you gagged with a piece of parcel tape and then you throw in a dark alley in a meal to a hungry pack of stray dogs, before you make me lose a lot more money than you're worth actually .
"No." He muttered Bill head down, his head tilting to the right and beginning to stare out the window.
"What, pray? "Asked the surprised man, threatening to stop a car in the parking lot exit maneuver.
"I said no, dear David . "She repeated in a louder voice, using his own cloying tone.
"So let me understand well: you just came out with a statement that suicide bombers only God knows how much it will cost the band in front of dozens of magazines and representatives of the most watched TV channel in Germany and around and, even so, You have nothing to say. "
" Exactly. "
"Tom, tell him something. "
" What do you tell him? "Asked the churches, which in turn stared at the window opposite, with a voice that strove to maintain a controlled tone, but in reality the apparent ill-concealed resignation. "I hope you realize that he was a dickhead, but now held a grudge and will be inaccessible for hours because the conference did not go as he wanted. But, of course , through no fault of his. "
" You two, 'muttered the manager, fixed by the mirror and seeing them sitting at opposite ends of the machine, each with its head turned towards his window. "You're impossible. "
'End is the end. "Tom had barely time to close the bedroom door of the hotel that had already begun to lose his temper at a constant speed which is close to that of light, self-control that both had pledged to maintain during ' interview had already gone completely now.
He was only a desperate need to vent anger, but, ironically, the most effective way to dissolve the nerves coincided with the reasons for which he appeared with his brother on the cover of every tabloid in Germany and was now risking defamation and the attached disbanded, with careful reflection, in short, was best avoided.
Bill, on the other hand, had continued to not utter a word and had thrown himself on the bed, burying his head under the pillow: if he did so in the throes of remorse or because he wanted to sulk with Tom, this was unknown.
"Bill, damn, you talk, sooner or later! "Tom snorted in exasperation, grabbing the pillow and hurled across the room.
"Not now. "Bill muttered softly, pressing his face on the mattress.
"When Bill, when ? "Asked the Major. "Now or twenty minutes, what's the difference? Do not change anything, get stuffed air on the bed. "
" So what? Let things do not change. "Said the dark, turning to face his brother. He pressed so hard on the mattress by leaving the signs of make-up on the sheet, and the remaining eyes was completely ruined: drooling on all sides, making it so ridiculous that if the situation was not so damn critical, it would be had to laugh . "We do not know everything, people will forget it. "
" Oh, yes, it is not at all suspicious. "Tom said sarcastically, approaching the front door. "In fact, I'll go tell David that we take six months holiday, so people will forget us! I believe that will make you jump for joy. "
" If you had not pulled out the story of misunderstanding, we do not now-"
" You're right, Bill, now would not be here! "Dry said he, interrupting her brother. "We made worse than they already are not! I do want to understand the victim-"A insistent knock knock on the door stopped him, her hand already resting on the handle, opened the door unceremoniously. "What? He asked, annoyed, confronted the remaining half of Tokio Hotel: one that had not been accused of illicit relationship with his brother, just to understand each other.
"Quiet, quiet! Not so nice! "Georg said, raising his arms in surrender and entering the room with the drummer, who was anxious to close the door more quietly than they had had Tom to open it. "We will not kill anyone ... Wow, Bill, did you run over by a truck? "Jeered ironic, indeed deeply pleased to see that even the almighty front-man, currently untidy hair and makeup shattered, sometimes descending into the world of mortals and gave no sign of being able to have even a semblance of humanity.
Without bothering to answer, Bill jumped up and flung himself into the bathroom, trying to regain a modicum decorum.
"Permalosetta, Princess today. "Muttered the bassist, his eyebrow arched as he watched Bill disappear in the maze of the bathroom, slamming the door. With a smile, then turned to the other twin. "My warmest congratulations for the interview: very, very dramatic. Never thought of doing the front-man job? "
" Oh, fuck. "Muttered Tom, the increasing nuisance, throwing down on the bed. "Bill is giving head and I do not know why I'm still listening to him and I have not killed. "
" I love to do it too, no? "We laughed over Georg, a principle cause of myocardial guitarist. "You could tell us that you were drunk! As if we had not already seen it in all colors ... "
" What! "Shouted the twins simultaneously, in particular Bill, and if, in fact, the bathroom door was initially served to cushion the casino, when he had opened wide, her hair still frizzy and only the left eye makeup, her shrill voice was not slow to show in all its pride.
"When you are drunk, joking? "Another laugh escaped the bass player who seemed to find the situation very funny. "There unglued from each other not to die! "
" What, pray? 'Gasped Bill, while Gustav was another sign of silence, but it did not seem to catch the signal.
"Yes! You then go full speed you up: you rustle up your brother like a scratchers! "
" What, pray? "Tom was, this time to repeat the question, attempts to stop the drummer George, meanwhile, became more insistent.
"You do not have the slightest idea ! Not to mention that night in Nancy: You were so crazy that at some point you have started-"
" Georg! "Snapped Gustav exasperated after throwing a look at the twins, the faces of both almost completely colorless, except for the yellowish tinge that certainly was not reassuring. "I do not think they wanted to know. "
And, as usual, the drummer was right that eluded him, however, was the fact that the two were dwarfed by the immorality of what they had done and the horrific thought of having touched his brother in not exactly a fraternal , the fault was the embarrassment of being found out about doing it in front of someone, after so many fine words about privacy, now discovered that whenever we did a couple of drinks too much, could not not even to get their hands on. How often and how much dick had gone in there without remembering?
"I ... Di Non .. We ... You ... 'In a vain attempt to find some excuse to make sense, Bill began to gasp, and suddenly the blood began to flow, focusing heavily on the cheeks and ears, now red as tomatoes. His face purple, and without an excuse, he ran back into the bathroom and barricaded inside you, click the that followed gave him to understand that it was locked inside with a key.
"No, not again ... "Muttered Tom stunned, looking up to heaven.
"If you take it? "Georg asked, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door.
"What do you say? Retorted Gustav, stating the obvious.
the discretion of our psychologist in part, "replied the drummer" to the point where we came first, is: if we can do something, anything for the band, we will. We have not even going to stop playing because some paparazzi can not keep my digital camera in your pocket, the fact that you two reckless, than we will talk when the waters have calmed down. Why you should know that we'll talk. "
" Thank you. "Tom sighed, knowing that when Gustav promised - or in this case threatened - something, then surely he would remember, when everything would be over - unless they were finished their jail before - would have had to put up one of the famous drummer of the paternalistic, before which even the reproach of David seemed friendly chat. "I think I have a brother scastrare the bathroom now. "
The two took their leave, and as soon as the door closed, Tom exhaled a sigh of relief no doubt: it was the end. Gustav was not convinced of their behavior, and it would be extremely difficult to dissuade. The drummer had always fucking reason, and knew even then resent.
probably a few hours had passed since Tom, after giving up his brother to pray to get out of the bathroom, it was placed the door and sat in front of us, falling asleep after half an hour of waiting: for this reason, did not notice that Bill had unlocked the bathroom door until it fell at his feet and clapped a sound head on the floor with no carpets . Shutter opening his eyes, crossed them with those of Bill, who seemed busy with all of himself in order not to see what was really upset and felt like crying in the back of the bathtub.
"Ouch. 'He muttered, not moving about and running a hand through his dreadlocks to alleviate the pain.
"Sorry. "Bill murmured, not knowing if he was asking for forgiveness for having done or falling to the ground for his behavior. A bit 'for both, perhaps.
"Nothing. "The Major said, not taking his eyes off him, almost expecting to see him burst into tears at any moment. "We talk about? "Finally managed to ask, making richiudesse courage and praying that the bathroom door, because if he did, he would cut off the head from the neck of the net.
'... Ok. "Said the dark, not even trying to pretend to have desire. By making half-hearted, climbed over the brother, without even bothering to give him a hand, and sank down on the bed.
Tom snorted, got to his feet: ok, Bill was certainly party with the best intentions, but at least now agreed to talk. With a little 'luck, it was the right time to be able to pull off some decent plan. Toc toc. Or maybe not, it was not.
'Who the fuck is that? "Muttered Tom, who, being already on the road, opened the door, had also become the gatekeeper, now?
"Your fucking manager who is trying to save his ass. "David said, entering.
"Ok, a few ceremonies. "He continued, standing at the end of the corridor that crosses the small room. "Pack your bags, spun Loitsche tomorrow morning. "
" Because, excuse me? "Asked Tom, puzzled.
"Why do I need to have you out of the ball while trying not to lay all in the trunk. And, apparently, your public actions bring more trouble than anything else. "
" Okay. "Bill said, interrupting her brother who was about to open his mouth and that doing so would certainly have started to fight with David, and had no desire to spend the next fifteen minutes trying to divide them.
"Thanks," said the manager, backtracking. "Yet, a pair of neurons have them working again. "Low blow.
passed in front of Tom, who glared at him, and, muttering a At seven in the lobby ready , left the room, closing the door.
If Tom believed that his nervousness had reached a limit, when he had to change his mind, turning her eyes to turn to his brother, he saw in his eyes, in addition to all the hysteria and despair, irrefutable dose of complacency.
"Have you seen? The holidays have it on anyway. Every so often I'm right too. "Watched with haughty air.
He would never confess it aloud, but, for once in life, George had been right: she loved him too much to kill him. And that was good, because, otherwise, in addition to two years in prison for incestuous relationship, in that instant they would add at least another twenty for murder culpable.
"What Bill means," somehow managed to explain Tom, overlooking the voices that barely had returned to create the room, his voice animated by hope and dall'incommensurabile amount of good that Bill wanted to - they were really the only two things that convinced him to, respectively, do not send to fuck everyone and not take kicks his brother bled to death - in an attempt to save the day. "Is that sometimes it seems really simplistic to diminish our relationship with that of fraternal affection : what does not imply anything about incest, not that. You can not explain what Bill and I, there are no words to do it: I think this is the great advantage of having a twin, as sometimes a person knows how to be extremely temperamental, spoiled and unbearable. "Attempted to defuse with a nervous laugh.
"Despite this," he continued. "The most annoying thing I see now is unbearable and the presumptuous attempt to want to put a label to our relationship. True, Bill? He smiled through gritted teeth, while under the desk, his foot was looking for his brother's leg, just in time to give up another kick, with the result that jump on the chair Bill, he had to strive to maintain a minimum of restraint and not get to whine in pain.
"E-exactly. "Muttered the dark in a low voice.
"Sorry, the frontman is now in full possession of his mental faculties. "Tom went on, the light tone. "You know, after being accused of being gay, anorexic and suicidal, you can well understand that it is not nice to feel even said to have a relationship with his brother. "
" If you have any questions, we would have ended here. Thank you all. "Concluded the guitar standing up and having to make efforts to pull considerable weight twin, who seemed to be finished in a catatonic state. No reporter
said anything, people too busy to wonder if he really had not exaggerated their articles - is still talked of little more than two teens, after all - who careless, pondered on the monologue quietly Tom, interrupted occasionally by the gesture furious hands of the vocalist and microphone stuck up the thread of the tap on the table by her statement and nervous, almost out of place, wondering what really boil in a pot and planning a series of ambushes in strategic corners to shed light on the matter.
'Bill, dear . "Chirped David, mellifluous voice, once through the throng of screaming fans - how the hell had heard of conference? , he asked himself mentally - that had formed in front of the building and set in motion the machinery. "If there is something that rewards you for telling me? "
Every single word coming out of the mouth of the manager exuded, syllable after syllable, pure poison, and, literally, was asking the question that the vocalist could be translated as a you, emerita asshole that you are nothing, you'd better give me a plausible explanation for your outputs brilliant, if you do not want to tie his arms and legs, you gagged with a piece of parcel tape and then you throw in a dark alley in a meal to a hungry pack of stray dogs, before you make me lose a lot more money than you're worth actually .
"No." He muttered Bill head down, his head tilting to the right and beginning to stare out the window.
"What, pray? "Asked the surprised man, threatening to stop a car in the parking lot exit maneuver.
"I said no, dear David . "She repeated in a louder voice, using his own cloying tone.
"So let me understand well: you just came out with a statement that suicide bombers only God knows how much it will cost the band in front of dozens of magazines and representatives of the most watched TV channel in Germany and around and, even so, You have nothing to say. "
" Exactly. "
"Tom, tell him something. "
" What do you tell him? "Asked the churches, which in turn stared at the window opposite, with a voice that strove to maintain a controlled tone, but in reality the apparent ill-concealed resignation. "I hope you realize that he was a dickhead, but now held a grudge and will be inaccessible for hours because the conference did not go as he wanted. But, of course , through no fault of his. "
" You two, 'muttered the manager, fixed by the mirror and seeing them sitting at opposite ends of the machine, each with its head turned towards his window. "You're impossible. "
'End is the end. "Tom had barely time to close the bedroom door of the hotel that had already begun to lose his temper at a constant speed which is close to that of light, self-control that both had pledged to maintain during ' interview had already gone completely now.
He was only a desperate need to vent anger, but, ironically, the most effective way to dissolve the nerves coincided with the reasons for which he appeared with his brother on the cover of every tabloid in Germany and was now risking defamation and the attached disbanded, with careful reflection, in short, was best avoided.
Bill, on the other hand, had continued to not utter a word and had thrown himself on the bed, burying his head under the pillow: if he did so in the throes of remorse or because he wanted to sulk with Tom, this was unknown.
"Bill, damn, you talk, sooner or later! "Tom snorted in exasperation, grabbing the pillow and hurled across the room.
"Not now. "Bill muttered softly, pressing his face on the mattress.
"When Bill, when ? "Asked the Major. "Now or twenty minutes, what's the difference? Do not change anything, get stuffed air on the bed. "
" So what? Let things do not change. "Said the dark, turning to face his brother. He pressed so hard on the mattress by leaving the signs of make-up on the sheet, and the remaining eyes was completely ruined: drooling on all sides, making it so ridiculous that if the situation was not so damn critical, it would be had to laugh . "We do not know everything, people will forget it. "
" Oh, yes, it is not at all suspicious. "Tom said sarcastically, approaching the front door. "In fact, I'll go tell David that we take six months holiday, so people will forget us! I believe that will make you jump for joy. "
" If you had not pulled out the story of misunderstanding, we do not now-"
" You're right, Bill, now would not be here! "Dry said he, interrupting her brother. "We made worse than they already are not! I do want to understand the victim-"A insistent knock knock on the door stopped him, her hand already resting on the handle, opened the door unceremoniously. "What? He asked, annoyed, confronted the remaining half of Tokio Hotel: one that had not been accused of illicit relationship with his brother, just to understand each other.
"Quiet, quiet! Not so nice! "Georg said, raising his arms in surrender and entering the room with the drummer, who was anxious to close the door more quietly than they had had Tom to open it. "We will not kill anyone ... Wow, Bill, did you run over by a truck? "Jeered ironic, indeed deeply pleased to see that even the almighty front-man, currently untidy hair and makeup shattered, sometimes descending into the world of mortals and gave no sign of being able to have even a semblance of humanity.
Without bothering to answer, Bill jumped up and flung himself into the bathroom, trying to regain a modicum decorum.
"Permalosetta, Princess today. "Muttered the bassist, his eyebrow arched as he watched Bill disappear in the maze of the bathroom, slamming the door. With a smile, then turned to the other twin. "My warmest congratulations for the interview: very, very dramatic. Never thought of doing the front-man job? "
" Oh, fuck. "Muttered Tom, the increasing nuisance, throwing down on the bed. "Bill is giving head and I do not know why I'm still listening to him and I have not killed. "
" I love to do it too, no? "We laughed over Georg, a principle cause of myocardial guitarist. "You could tell us that you were drunk! As if we had not already seen it in all colors ... "
" What! "Shouted the twins simultaneously, in particular Bill, and if, in fact, the bathroom door was initially served to cushion the casino, when he had opened wide, her hair still frizzy and only the left eye makeup, her shrill voice was not slow to show in all its pride.
"When you are drunk, joking? "Another laugh escaped the bass player who seemed to find the situation very funny. "There unglued from each other not to die! "
" What, pray? 'Gasped Bill, while Gustav was another sign of silence, but it did not seem to catch the signal.
"Yes! You then go full speed you up: you rustle up your brother like a scratchers! "
" What, pray? "Tom was, this time to repeat the question, attempts to stop the drummer George, meanwhile, became more insistent.
"You do not have the slightest idea ! Not to mention that night in Nancy: You were so crazy that at some point you have started-"
" Georg! "Snapped Gustav exasperated after throwing a look at the twins, the faces of both almost completely colorless, except for the yellowish tinge that certainly was not reassuring. "I do not think they wanted to know. "
And, as usual, the drummer was right that eluded him, however, was the fact that the two were dwarfed by the immorality of what they had done and the horrific thought of having touched his brother in not exactly a fraternal , the fault was the embarrassment of being found out about doing it in front of someone, after so many fine words about privacy, now discovered that whenever we did a couple of drinks too much, could not not even to get their hands on. How often and how much dick had gone in there without remembering?
"I ... Di Non .. We ... You ... 'In a vain attempt to find some excuse to make sense, Bill began to gasp, and suddenly the blood began to flow, focusing heavily on the cheeks and ears, now red as tomatoes. His face purple, and without an excuse, he ran back into the bathroom and barricaded inside you, click the that followed gave him to understand that it was locked inside with a key.
"No, not again ... "Muttered Tom stunned, looking up to heaven.
"If you take it? "Georg asked, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door.
"What do you say? Retorted Gustav, stating the obvious.
the discretion of our psychologist in part, "replied the drummer" to the point where we came first, is: if we can do something, anything for the band, we will. We have not even going to stop playing because some paparazzi can not keep my digital camera in your pocket, the fact that you two reckless, than we will talk when the waters have calmed down. Why you should know that we'll talk. "
" Thank you. "Tom sighed, knowing that when Gustav promised - or in this case threatened - something, then surely he would remember, when everything would be over - unless they were finished their jail before - would have had to put up one of the famous drummer of the paternalistic, before which even the reproach of David seemed friendly chat. "I think I have a brother scastrare the bathroom now. "
The two took their leave, and as soon as the door closed, Tom exhaled a sigh of relief no doubt: it was the end. Gustav was not convinced of their behavior, and it would be extremely difficult to dissuade. The drummer had always fucking reason, and knew even then resent.
probably a few hours had passed since Tom, after giving up his brother to pray to get out of the bathroom, it was placed the door and sat in front of us, falling asleep after half an hour of waiting: for this reason, did not notice that Bill had unlocked the bathroom door until it fell at his feet and clapped a sound head on the floor with no carpets . Shutter opening his eyes, crossed them with those of Bill, who seemed busy with all of himself in order not to see what was really upset and felt like crying in the back of the bathtub.
"Ouch. 'He muttered, not moving about and running a hand through his dreadlocks to alleviate the pain.
"Sorry. "Bill murmured, not knowing if he was asking for forgiveness for having done or falling to the ground for his behavior. A bit 'for both, perhaps.
"Nothing. "The Major said, not taking his eyes off him, almost expecting to see him burst into tears at any moment. "We talk about? "Finally managed to ask, making richiudesse courage and praying that the bathroom door, because if he did, he would cut off the head from the neck of the net.
'... Ok. "Said the dark, not even trying to pretend to have desire. By making half-hearted, climbed over the brother, without even bothering to give him a hand, and sank down on the bed.
Tom snorted, got to his feet: ok, Bill was certainly party with the best intentions, but at least now agreed to talk. With a little 'luck, it was the right time to be able to pull off some decent plan. Toc toc. Or maybe not, it was not.
'Who the fuck is that? "Muttered Tom, who, being already on the road, opened the door, had also become the gatekeeper, now?
"Your fucking manager who is trying to save his ass. "David said, entering.
"Ok, a few ceremonies. "He continued, standing at the end of the corridor that crosses the small room. "Pack your bags, spun Loitsche tomorrow morning. "
" Because, excuse me? "Asked Tom, puzzled.
"Why do I need to have you out of the ball while trying not to lay all in the trunk. And, apparently, your public actions bring more trouble than anything else. "
" Okay. "Bill said, interrupting her brother who was about to open his mouth and that doing so would certainly have started to fight with David, and had no desire to spend the next fifteen minutes trying to divide them.
"Thanks," said the manager, backtracking. "Yet, a pair of neurons have them working again. "Low blow.
passed in front of Tom, who glared at him, and, muttering a At seven in the lobby ready , left the room, closing the door.
If Tom believed that his nervousness had reached a limit, when he had to change his mind, turning her eyes to turn to his brother, he saw in his eyes, in addition to all the hysteria and despair, irrefutable dose of complacency.
"Have you seen? The holidays have it on anyway. Every so often I'm right too. "Watched with haughty air.
He would never confess it aloud, but, for once in life, George had been right: she loved him too much to kill him. And that was good, because, otherwise, in addition to two years in prison for incestuous relationship, in that instant they would add at least another twenty for murder culpable.
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