Syaoran: HEYA PEOPLE. KILL ME IF YOU MUST FOR THE LATE UPDATE, BUT WELL, I HAD MY REASONS :D ANYWAY, THANK YOU PEOPLE SO MUCH, 14 REVIEWS FOR ONE CRAPPY CHAPTER, YOU GUYS ARE THE REASON I EVEN UPDATE IN THE FIRST PLACE! x3

Debitto: -mutters- Cadela louco.

Syaoran: -to Tyki- Will you quit teaching the twins Portuguese? Damn you. And what did he say?

Jasdero: He called you a crazy bitch, hii!

Debitto: Will you shut up? Traitor! -hits-

Jasdero: Ow! Syaoran, Debitto hit me!

Syaoran: -orders Jamie the wolf onto Debitto just 'cuz I love Jasdero as much as Debitto & don't like the other brat to bully him-

Debitto: Hey hey! I don't like your pathetic dog! Get him offa me! -scuffles-

Tyki: -sighs- Syaoran doesn't own D. Gray-Man.

T h r e e . ( A n d . T w o ) ' s . A . C r o w d .

C h a p t e r . T w o – N o a h .

Rhode Camelot doesn't usually sleep in, being one who prided herself on being an early bird. But after packing her ass off the night before—not only for herself but for her pain-in-the-ass teenage roommates who called themselves Jasdebi—no wonder she found herself shuffling into the kitchen at noon after a quick shower, wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts (she upkept her monochrome Gothic image even at home). She was lucky Tyki Mikk, her other roommate who was, very thankfully, a mature adult, was still there, sipping his coffee and just blanking like he always loved to do. He glanced over as she came in, yawning.

"Finally decided to grace the living with your presence, eh?" Tyki smirked a little lazily. The day was pretty hot and it affected the atmosphere of the apartment as well. Rhode pulled a face, yanking the refrigerator door open.

"You don't know how troublesome the twins are!" she grouched, reaching into the cooling fridge and retrieving a bottle of milk. "I mean, I can expect them to have a bit of problem packing when they were, say, thirteen or so. But they're nineteen now. 1-9. Twenty next year, real adults, no longer teens. And they can't even get themselves organized!"

"I don't know? Believe me, irmã, I know a lot better than you. After all, I was the one who had to deal with them every other time," Tyki reminded, finishing the last of his coffee. "Except of course, when Rinali was still with us."

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Rhode's sleepy face darken slightly. But it was only for a split second before her expression cleared into one of indifference. She shrugged and took a swig of her milk.

"Rinali's an angel. She can deal with anything and anyone," she grumbled. "But me, angel? Hah! I think I gave those two a couple of bruises last night with your drumsticks… wait, did I pick them up?"

"No you didn't. I found one under the coffee table and the other behind the couch," Tyki said dismissively, and Rhode giggled.

"Whoops. Might've thrown them a bit off from where I was supposed to. Sorry." She looked around. "Where are those brats anyway?"

"They went to pick up their new guitars," the drummer replied, putting the mug in the sink. "Funny thing, eh? They can't even behave maturely and yet they can get their motorbike licenses with flying colours. I can never understand what goes on in their heads."

"So what? You can ride a 'bike too," Rhode shrugged again, then smirked. "Besides, who's complaining about them being able to drive motorbikes legally if you can hitch rides off 'em?"

A door slammed. "We're baack!"

"See? They've been gone just half an hour and by the sound of them they're not hurt or whatever," Tyki said, walking out of the kitchen. "Why can't they be as expert in their everyday life?"

"We heard that, stupid Tyki," Debitto sneered, cradling a guitar case lovingly in his arms, though not as lovingly as his blonde twin, who was gingerly walking into the apartment while caressing his own case like it was his newborn child. "And so what if we ain't as good at other stuff? Not any of your business!"

"It is my business, and Rhode's too, because we have to deal with your messes after you're done with them," the older man retorted, shaking his head. "Never mind. How many speeding tickets did you rack up this time?"

"Why would I get speeding tickets?" the dark-haired teenager demanded indignantly, but at the glare from Tyki he shiftily mumbled, "Okay, okay, I got two, you don't have to look like that."

Rhode, who just came out of the kitchen, tch'd. "Debitto, when are you going to realize that if you keep getting speeding tickets you'll earn The Noahs a bad name?" she said in exasperation. "We ain't the kind of jailbird rockstars who do pot and all that shit."

Debitto tossed his head, sending his spiky black hair flying. "Have no fear, the fans love me," he smirked. "My makeup's not failing me anytime soon, hehe!"

"Any moment and you'll start kissing your own reflection next," the vocalist/bassist muttered, but Debitto just flipped her the bird and followed Jasdero.

Jasdero had finally made his way to the sofa, where he lay his guitar case down on it in a reverential manner before unlocking it. "Hii! Check out my new guit!" he hooted proudly.

"Mine too! We got the same!" Debitto added, unlocking his.

Rhode and Tyki walked to the sofa and took a look into the cases, reeling back almost immediately. "My eyes!" Rhode squealed, shielding her precious orbs.

The twins ever so carefully lifted their guitars up by the neck, both of their faces radiant with childish delight. The bodies of both guitars were blindingly gold, like trumpets, but even more dazzling to look at. The fretboards were made of rosewood, and at every fret there was an intricate diamond pattern down it. On both guitars there was a decal of a revolver at the side.

"Shiny~" Jasdero sighed, wrapping his arms around the fretboard like a lover. Debitto grinned, running his fingers over his guitar's decal design.

"Careful not to get any dirty finger marks, Jasdero," he said. "These things costed us a bomb, I can't pay for those speeding tickets now, what the hell…"

"You're kidding, right?" Tyki immediately protested. "Debitto!"

"Kidding! Seriously!" The black-haired teenager held up his hands innocently. "Man, can't a guy use figure of speech anymore around here?"

"Not when it comes from you guys; we can't trust you," Rhode shook her head.

"You don't trust us, irmã?" Jasdero gasped, his heavily-made-up eyes looking like they were brimming with tears.

"Oh, all right, don't look at me like that!"

Rhode pouted in annoyance as the twins both smirked at each other and high-fived. Those two could get away with anything if Jasdero blasted his 'innocence' full force. If Debitto ever looked innocent, you know you had to run for the hills without a second to waste.

Tyki looked idly at the guitars. "D. Gray-Man label tour, eh?"

The twins glanced up and Rhode just raised an eyebrow. "Why bring it up like that?"

The other man just shrugged. "No particular reason." His eyes shifted to Jasdebi. "Hey, boys. Do you know what band Rinali's in now?"

"Yeah," Debitto said, plucking a few strings on his guitar. "Black Order, I think. Why?"

Tyki didn't respond, but even in the silence the other three looked up, realization smacking them in the faces like rolled-up newspaper.

Isn't Black Order signed under D. Gray-Man?

Instantly the twins shot glances at Rhode and dropped their gazes when she looked back at them pointedly before a slow little smirk spread over her lips.

"Wouldn't you guys just love to see Rinali again," she said in a sing-song voice, walking towards the kitchen again and disappearing into it.

The twins both tilted their heads to make sure she was really gone and then looked up at Tyki with the same petrified faces.

"Tyki! Why did you bring that up, hii?" Jasdero hissed, looking positively scared to death, hugging his guitar even tighter to his skinny frame.

"Why do you love to keep reminding her of the past?" Debitto added darkly. "Let her let it go, Tyki, or she'll flare up and because we've never said a word she'll take it all out on you."

Tyki shrugged. "Now I wouldn't mind that, really—"

"Masochist!"

"—but hey. Even you two dimwits know. She can't let go of her even without me reminding her," the drummer finished, ignoring the interruption.

The twins were about to protest against the insult Tyki threw at them but hearing the rest of his sentence they paused, thinking, then subsided, looking at each other as they pulled their faces. "Keh, girls are so sappy with their angsty romances…"

Tyki couldn't help snorting in laughter at the statement. Same old Jasdebi.

x x x

In the kitchen with a can of beer, Rhode was sitting on the counter, knocking it back in quick gulps. Sometimes it helped, really, because she could hold her alcohol very well but it still affected her somewhat, made her high, made her forget—

Damn. Was it gone already?

Rhode scowled at the empty can. Stupid shit alcohol. She wasn't even close to forgetting this time. And the beer wasn't even hers, it was Tyki's.

'Ah well. He prefers red wine anyway. Can't let beer go to waste.'

She walked over to the refrigerator and at the same time tossed the can into the bin with stunning accuracy, grinning in triumph before pulling out another can and cracking it open.

As she was downing it, she could hear the twins and Tyki talking from outside. 'They really don't know the meaning of keep it down, idiots.'

"—but hey. Even you two dimwits know. She can't let go of her even without me reminding her."

Rhode spewed out whatever amount of beer she had in her mouth.

WHAT?

She had a very pleasant mental image of locating the candles she loved to collect (always the very pointy, sharp-ended kind, those were the candles she loved) and just throwing them randomly at Tyki's stupid head. And maybe a few down at his family jewels.

No wait, bad idea, Tyki loved pain. He was just that kind of guy. What the fuck.

Rhode looked towards the direction of the door, scowling even harder. What did Tyki mean by that? She could let go, she could forget, she could stop being such a goddamn coward and make peace with her and watch her smile and feel her lips against hers and have her in her arms again…

For a moment she was stunned by the thoughts. Then she smiled, her shoulders slumping slightly. Well. It was true, what he told the twins. The guy was more perceptive than Rhode had given him credit for.

"D. Gray-Man label tour," she said aloud.

'It's going to be so. Much. Fun.'

Syaoran: LOL, IT'S SO SHORT. But it was supposed to be short even if I didn't update this late, because it's supposed to be a filler for The Noahs' background :D

Rhode: Are you, like, seriously more straight than bi? Because you seem to be diggin' the shoujo ai a lot.

Syaoran: God, shut up, will you? MY HORMONES NEED CALMING DOWN, DANGIT.