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Title: caught red-handed (third chapter)
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Torque: tom / bill
Prompt: 001. Start
Rating: PG-13 ... u_u "

Tom sighed for the umpteenth time, the hand in mid-air, clenched in a fist, a little less than twenty centimeters away from the door: it was a good half hour that lifted and lowered intermittently, taking a long series of deep breaths to keep calm, but could not find the courage to knock. With an exasperated snort, he let himself go and, in a reflex, a head banged hard against the solid wood, then retreating after a nanosecond.
"Shit, shit, shit ," swore over and over again mentally, holding his head in his hands and feeling freeze the blood in the veins.
was officially in total panic: had not the slightest idea of how to succeed in calming and David, judging from the curses that are discourteous closer and closer, we felt that the manager really had a devil hair. He had every intention of turning on his heel and run wildly through the corridors, but for some reason, his feet would not move out.
"What is it? "Breathed the dried manager, opening the door and face to face with none other than that one of the reasons why he was risking dismissal, jail for complicity in illegal acts and, last but not least, the depletion nervous. "Let me guess. Did you find some other excuse that is neither in heaven nor on earth? "
Not bad for being only the beginning of the conversation.


"Are you kidding? "The grim glances that trimming David earned excellently in response.
"The offices of the Universal are making a fool: there's millions of e-mails and calls asking for explanations. In Berlin, the office is attacked by fans and paparazzi, and God only knows how we'll handle it. "The manager summed up the situation with patience. "It's not a joke, Tom. They are seriously considering to break up the band: they are desperate , my goodness. "
" They can not do it, damn it! "Tom sprang up, pushing back the chair he was sitting up and beginning to go back and forth across the room. "Not now. Not after everything we've done to become famous. They can not break up, they can not! "
" The point is that they can, they do. "David said, contradicting the outburst of eighteen. "You are one of the largest sources of revenue for Universal, and no one puts it beyond doubt. But for this, when you do some shit, the consequences are a hundredfold: and the leaders have no intention of sacrificing the integrity of all the premises of the European offices because of fan Assatanate. " concluded with pragmatism.
"No. They can not do. "Repeated the stubborn boy, tracing the perimeter of the room with so much vigor that it seemed only a matter of moments before it formed a hole in the floor. "They can not. Think of something, damn, you're our manager! "
" Do you think you have not already done? "Asked the manager, visibly annoyed by the lack of respect for Tom. "Dave and Peter are doing somersaults in Berlin: they are trying everything to get them to fix a press release. You are not the only ones risking their jobs, and for me, I have no intention of becoming unemployed your fault. "
Tom seemed somewhat reassured and stopped torturing carpet floors as David was a hysterical asshole materialistic and superficial, was undoubtedly a good manager. He would cut his hand in order to keep up the band, and frankly, the fact that he did more for him than for them did not have all that amount: the end (maybe very bottom), he too was fond of in its own way to the boys, and had no intention to divide them.
"Thank you. "Muttered Tom in a tone of voice so low that David was not even sure he had heard.
"Thanks a shit, do not do it for you four brats. "Insisted the manager. "I do For my work, "the sentence was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. Although the situation would cause the nerves on edge, the first notes of You made me believe in magic of Bed & Breakfast, Tom could not suppress a grin, quickly silenced by the menacing look of David.
The call lasted just over a couple of minutes, but Tom's eyes seemed to spend thousands of years: the fact that the conversation consisted almost a monologue done by anyone on the other side of the handset, moreover, made it even more agonizing. David had not bothered to make even a nod to let him know that things were going well ( relatively well, in other words) and a few moans and assents scappatigli certainly not enough to comfort him. When David hung up with a ok, thank you, hello , he noticed that Tom was staring at him with a look so decided that could easily pierce through and through.
"You have a press release. Tomorrow afternoon at three. "He said simply, while Tom indulged in a sigh that he had not even noticed to hold.
David did not have time to say more, because a second after the announcement, Tom had already jumped out of the room like a flash, slamming the door behind him and leaving the manager to ruminate on what had actually trust what the guitarist had in mind.


"... Tom did not love me anymore ..." piped Bill, her voice still shaken by the tears that show no sign of stop down, when he heard the call recipient to answer.
"You're an idiot. "Said the person on the other side of the receiver, without beating about the bush. "Tom is fucking obsessed from you, and the only reason that could stop morirti back is attached with a brain injury amnesia. And I'm not even sure that we succeed in that case. "
" He said to David, who last night was a misunderstanding. "Murmured the dark, resting his head on the tiled bathroom and spend does not hit until you lose your senses, to wake up and discover that he had dreamed it all. "She told him that was only because we were drunk. She told him that will not happen again ... "
" Bill, you're freaking out? He asked incredulously another. "What had to tell him that you are together for three years, which swept four times a week and probably spend the rest of their lives together? David said that he believed in that crap, do not you . "
" think like him. "Bill sniffed, with a sob. "And the fool that I am always wrong. "
" There is no need to be stupid, but now admit to being wrong. You can not blame Tom if he will let the world know that you have an affair with his twin brother. Not a question of reputation or otherwise, it is because you are already fairly targeted by journalists. Not to mention that both would end up in prison for God knows what. "
" At least in prison would stop breaking my balls in each step we take. "Sighed the dark.
"Yes, because obviously you would have to share a double suite. "Replied the other as if it were the most logical thing in the world. "Accused of incestuous relationship, surely you would end up side by side. "
"Andi, you're bad. "Protested Bill, still trying to be right.
"It happens. "He replied with a careless tone. "Bill, seriously, talk to him, and I intend to talk face to face, so stop making the victim and exit the process. "
Andreas was the best friend of Bill and Tom for a lifetime, and knew exactly how to handle such situations: it was the only person in the world, as well as their parents, who could bear those two without feeling the irresistible impulse to kill them in the most bloody and painful as possible. He had spent a dozen years to attend the arguments of the twins, and that meant a lot: the two were using any excuse to fight, and were so stubborn that their bickering went on for hours and hours before one gave way. As if it were not enough, three years in that part had become too involved to reconcile the quarrel by sweethearts: they were so many times that the Bill had thrown him out of bed at three in the morning, hysterical, complaining that Tom had not returned home that he had given up keeping track. It was the only person in the world that the twins trusted blindly, and was also the only person who knew of their in short, to two hours earlier, when the news had swept up all the papers.
"And another thing, Bill. "He continued after a moment of reflection. "I'm ten. "
" ... And then? "Asked the puzzled dark, now the tears had stopped falling.
"In an hour will be eleven. "Said Andreas, the voice of those who seemed to have just had a mystical revelation of the century.
"... And then? "Bill asked again, thinking that his friend was starting to go crazy.
"God, Bill, do you move the wheels! "Snorted in exasperation. "Your mom goes to eleven to buy a newspaper. "
" ... "Bill gasped a couple of times before finding the right word. "... Oh, fuck. "
" Oh, yeah. You see to think of something, when you call screaming like crazy. "
" Think Again ... Tomi and I will already be reconciled in an hour. "Bill muttered, trying not to think about the reaction of the mother. "Ah ... Andi? "
" What? "This time it was his turn to ask.
"Thank you. "Muttered the dark, outlining a half-smile.
"business as usual. "Chuckled Andreas, hanging up.
Taking a deep breath, Bill decided to leave the bathroom, glancing at my watch, which marked ten ten. Lacked fifty minutes to those that provide was the beginning of the end.

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Title: caught red-handed
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Torque: tom / bill
Prompt: 077. Why?
Rating: PG13 - in the second chapter. XD

"It is a misconception. "Repeated Tom slowly, staring at a point indefinitely near to the manager: he never looked in his eyes when a person was nervous, and soon but sure, at that time it was a lot.
"A misunderstanding? "Echoed David, astonished. "You tripped and your tongue is stuck in your mouth to your brother?! "
" David, I said it was a misunderstanding, not an accident . "Pointed out the blonde with a sigh, seeing the corners of the eyes of Bill fixed upon him: his face was twisted in a grimace, a sign that he too can not wait to hear the explanation for Tom, and by the way where his brown eyes were glued to him, seemed to have every intention of killing him as soon as possible. "God, we were drunk ..."
"Drunk?! "Interrupted the manager, yelling. "Drunk? All the staff dell'IndoChine knows that if you leave out of there with a drop of alcohol in the body too, will the pain of hell "did not finish the sentence, between a headache and another, David had found time to put two and two. "Because you're gone all'IndoChine, true?"
"No, we did not go all'IndoChine. "Muttered Tom, thinking that much, now, things could not get any worse. "We have been in Sankt Pauli. "
" A Sankt Pauli ... You are the morons. "Murmured the man, adding the information to the general picture: a trip to the German district of destruction was just what was missing to complete the puzzle. "What the hell were you drunk? "
" Enough. "Said the elder brother did not consider it appropriate to specify that, indeed, was still doing the deal with the effects of alcohol.
"Pretty-quan" David froze, her eyes, which were fixed on Tom, moved quickly on the Kaulitz. "Bill, please. 'Then cried, his voice pleading. "Tell me, for heaven's sake, that under the covers ports boxers. "
" Yes, David. "Said the dark dried. "You see? "
"No! "Promptly denied the manager, more so because the situation was dire enough for that confidence in Bill: seeing him naked in front of it was really the last thing he needed.
"David and reasons. "Tom broke in again, trying to change the subject. "You're raising a big fuss for nothing ..."
"Tom, look for even a nanosecond to defrost the brain from the vodka. "Sighed the man, pledging not to give completely crazy. "You have been caught by paparazzi in what will probably be one of the scandals over the next rough times. You seem a little? "
" Neghiamolo. "Proposed the blonde with a shrug. "There's a lot of people who claims to be us, because this time be any different? "
'Cause this time we have proof. Shit, look at the photo: you see the fucking tattoo on the arm of Bill, I find it a coincidence? Or perhaps you think that the paparazzi have not found any witnesses? "Asked the manager looked up to heaven. "Be realistic, Tom. "
" I do not want to be realistic, slutty whore! "Tom snapped, beginning to lose patience hated not having control of the situation. "Once! We should not get married, Christ, is a successful fucking time! Inventiamoci some shit: a bet, a threat, anything! "
" Excuse me. "Interrupted Bill, nervous as he stood up in a hurry out of bed and sped to the door of the bathroom in the hotel room, banging forcefully once came in and locked.
"We're fucked. "Concluded David, realizing that for the moment the debate was over there, probably because Bill would spend the rest of the morning on the toilet bowl in memory of the stunt the night before.
The manager sighed, leaving the room and thanking whatever gods there in heaven in having established that Bill, in fact, was wearing boxer shorts and in the meantime, Tom, puzzled, was wondering when he had time to re-shoving.

'Bill? "Tom called out, approaching the entrance to the bathroom.
"Eh. "Muttered the other side brother.
"Are you okay? She asked concerned the blond, leaning against the door.
"Yes," he muttered in response, the dark, not adding more.
an eternity passed before either of you decide to break the silence, and the first to return to speak was Tom: at the expense of the proverbial manic Bill, in fact, the first one to give up in times of nervousness was usually just the larger twin. They were both stubborn, but when it came of stubbornness, Bill was able to quit sulking and a total silence for hours, if necessary: consequently dominated by the big brother syndrome, was what Tom had to break the deadlock.
The blond knew perfectly well that every time Bill got drunk, he needed at least a quarter of an hour in the company closed in the bathroom cabinet to recover, and then merely to wait smaltisse, at least in a reasonable manner, the hangover: started However, to become uneasy when, after yet another look at the digital clock on his desk, he found it had been nearly three quarters of an hour when his brother was in the bathroom and armored, to think well, do not flush the toilet had not heard even once.
'Bill? 'He called again, the concern evident in the voice now.
"Eh. "Said again the other, while the other side of the door's brother pulled a silent sigh of relief at the fact that he was still alive.
"What's wrong? "Asked the blond, going to rest your hand on the door handle, hoping, incorrectly, that the twin had decided to open.
"Nothing. "Bill said, biting his lip: he had slumped in front of the door, waiting for Tom's talk. It was an outright lie, Bill biting his lip only two occasions: in the event that was going to cry, or one in which he had just said bullshit. In that situation, he observed Tom, it was probably for both reasons.
"Why? "Was the dark, this time to ask the question, his voice trembling to the point that barely managed to cross the wood.
"Why, Tomi? "He repeated, to a lack of response of his brother, even more hesitant. "Why do not you care about us? "
" Bill, are you stupid or what? "Tom was a real blow to the heart. How on earth could even the slightest thought such a thing?
"Why should I be stupid? " piqued said the child. "I am not what I told David that was a misunderstanding. "
'Bill. "The blond could not believe his ears: Bill was angry with him for having denied. "Do you realize I have not said what I said because I wanted? We went through just for a tiny moment the idea that has done for us? "
" For what, Tom? They have seen us, right? Might as well admit at this point. 'He muttered, refusing to satisfy the claims of his brother.
"Is that why you fool, Bill. "Sighed Tom, his blood was boiling in his veins. "You do not care for the consequences? Not is just the career is something illegal, fuck. Do you really want to spend the next fifteen years of your life locked in prison? "
" Yes I would spend a hundred, if I were with you! "Bill said, his voice rising. "Where is the story of ' together forever, Tom? If you had told me that they were all crap, now I would not be locked in the toilet of a hotel to cry! "
" You know that's not the point! "Tom countered, in turn raising the volume to catch up with his brother. "I'm not going to spend the rest of my life in prison if a dickhead decided that any criminal offense is to love a person, that it my fault?! "
" The same that I have, Tom. "Said the dark seriously. "The difference is that you yourself that you're doing something wrong, now. "
" I'm doing something wrong, I'm just trying to make you understand that we can not go around trumpeting from the rooftops. "Said the blonde, in an effort largely impossible to put a bit 'of salt to his brother. "You're not the only victim in here, Bill, you know. "
" How could I not know? You're reproaching the fact that if it were not for you who heroically saved the immolation, I would be locked up in solitary confinement. "Bill said sarcastically, not not even finding the strength to scream.
"I see you're so convinced you are right not even take into account the fact that maybe I did just to make you wrong? "Asked Tom, as he stood up. "I'm going to talk to David. See to grow a little, 'you. "
" Fuck. "Muttered Bill, once heard the bedroom door close. Snuggle up even more against the door, her legs close to his chest, rested her head on her knees with a sigh, because things were going to hell just when it seemed that everything was perfect, because people continue to meddle in their private affairs, and why, although he knew that Tom was right at the bottom, could not help but think that Tom does not care about him?
The head was spinning, and the rest of his thoughts was a mass of disconnected and incoherent words between them, began to cry as he had never done in his life, and black with tears running down her legs, the only question did not want to leave him alone because he was .

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Title: caught red-handed
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Torque: tom / bill
Prompt: 077. what?
Rating: PG13 - at least, the first chapter. For others, we'll see.

Hamburg night offered, without a doubt, a wide range of alternatives to spend a sleepless night worthy of mention. One of the most popular choices by teenagers, and not only fell on the classic walk in Sankt Pauli: between strip clubs, sex shops and brothels, it was mathematically impossible to return home the next morning without something to tell your friends.

David would surely have tied them to a pole and whipped until their death, if he knew who had set foot in the Reeperbahn, the manager was categorical in regulating the output of the boys: they had the weekend completely at their disposal, provided the evening remained near the recommended area of Hamburg. At that moment, in fact, the Kaulitz twins should have been a hypothetical party all'IndoChine club: a typical small party of VIPs in the name of caviar and champagne, so to speak. After many entreaties, had convinced David to let them go to the party alone: between coaxing and pleading to the protests of Bill Tom, had been unable to say no to them. And that was why, instead, at that time, Bill and Tom were coming back from the entry of a nightclub that led to the Grosse Freiheit, laughing like crazy: was almost five in the morning, and the road was practically deserted. Tom, that between the two was that better tolerate alcohol, had pledged to support his brother who, by contrast, was completely drunk, you could tell by the way without any restraint squealed when the arm of the other that the holding on for life slipped dangerously down. On the other hand, even the larger twin was so healthy as he wanted to see: If it was, surely would have told him to stop playing the demure schoolgirl and make a spectacle in a public place.
When they succeeded, with many difficulties, to get the Cadillac of Tom, the fair had opened the door and had almost knocked the front seat of his brother who, in response, had been dropped without reply, before grabbing the collar of the extra-large t-shirt and pull it toward you with the intention of sinking the lips on those of 'one with all the strength he had left: they were separated only when, minutes later, they had the need to breathe again. Still panting, Tom had broken away from his brother to reach his seat: Then, he put the car in motion and had returned to the hotel, as usual.


Waking up at eight in the morning was in second place in the top ten of the most hated in the world by Tom Kaulitz. Especially if it was Sunday morning, especially if he had fallen asleep for just two hours, especially if he had to deal, once raised, with the aftermath of an impending hangover. It followed that it was not easy at all pleased with his awakening, and dick, dickhead quell'emerita who was beating up on the door of the hotel room and seemed determined to break through?
"Tom Kaulitz! "The voice bellowed through the solid wood door," Open this fucking door immediately before the throw down to strength! "
With his mind still clouded, the blond was able to identify the voice as belonging to none other than David Jost, who won the prize for the best break-balls in 2008 and all years to come. She got up reluctantly from the bed, pushing the enterprise arm of Bill, clinging to her, did not want to secede, and, putting on the first t-shirt that he had found scattered through the room, walked to the door. He made time to open the manager, in a rage, had already entered and was screaming nonsense left and right.
"David? She tried to draw attention to the age of eighteen, but his voice was completely dominated by the cries of the other that did not want to stop.
"Tom, tell me that this is another damn shit set up by paparazzi! Tell me that has nothing to do and nothing happened! "David, in disconnected phrases and seemingly inconclusive, he began to do up and down the room with a frantic pace, waving a newspaper with all his might.
Meanwhile, the confusion brought into the room from the manager had managed to pierce the REM stage of Bill, which, among grumbling meaningless and clumsy movements, was sitting on the bed, with a yawn, he had rubbed his eyes, before going to fix David, in an attitude worthy of a mental patient suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then Tom, who had paid her puzzled look with equally bewildered look.
"You! "Suddenly cried the manager, pointing the finger at Bill, as if he had only noticed at the time of his actual presence, and maybe it was just like" Bill, heck, at least you! Have the decency to tell me that they are all crap! "The twins exchanged
yet another look dumbfounded" David. "Tom was the first to have the courage to face him," If, for the sacred love of heaven, we explain what happened. "
" This! "David threw the newspaper on the bed in a bad way, the pressure now to the stars" This has happened! "
Bill, still trying to fully activate your mental functions, extended an arm to grab the newspaper when he was in his hands, suddenly, drowsiness passed suddenly. If Tom had hoped that his brother was an advocate of good news to give him the confirmation of the now mentally unstable by David and his overwhelming paranoia that any articles in the press, had to change his mind at the sight of his face.
"Oh, fuck. "Was all that came forth from the lips of the dark, after an interminable silence.
"But that will never be so shocking? "Tom asked in a loud voice, irritated beyond belief now, approaching the bed and tore from the hands of the sister magazine. The gesture was followed by another interminable ed imbarazzante silenzio, rotto dai borbottii di Tom stesso « No, non è possibile. »
Sulla copertina, in bella vista, una foto altamente compromettente faceva la sua porca figura: Bill, bellamente seduto sul sedile anteriore della Cadillac, con un braccio stretto al colletto della t-shirt del fratello e l’altro avvinghiato al suo collo, bocca a bocca (e, da quel che la foto lasciava ad intendere, probabilmente anche lingua a lingua ) con Tom, che pareva molto indaffarato a darsi da fare con il biondo, il quale, a sua volta, non sembrava affatto infastidito; le mani sul bacino dell’altro, anzi, sembravano voler dimostrare tutto il contrario. Evidentemente non convinti che la foto would make enough to take her there, in the bottom right, a caption with a sleazy attempt to joke about "Siamese twins" with consequent invitation to browse through the newspaper to find out more.
"So? "Interjected David, who, truth be told, he had expected a reaction far more chaotic that gave Tom's crazy, shouting that the defamation was a criminal offense, and Bill commented on the success of montage would have been infinitely more comforting to their total lack of words "What we want to tell me it's all a mistake? You want me to take a heart attack? "The
another exchange of glances between the twins only served to make exponentially increase the nervousness of the manager. Bill, swallowing, tried to find the right words, "Listen, David ... ... I mean, we ..."
"David, in fact. "Snapped Tom, interrupting his brother mutters" Sorry it happened, but it's all just a misunderstanding. "
" What! "Bill and David shouted simultaneously, staring wide-eyed.