Want to get rid of the annoying adverts? The answer is simple. There are 4 levels of advertising on Yaoi Ai:

**TrueBeautiflDarkness** · November 19th, 11, 07:17 PM

The music world isn't some place that is forgiving to most. You either have what it takes to make it, or you don't. Most of the time its the later of the two. Simple because the way it works, makes things hard for those who either have no will to keep fighting for it, or can easily be overshadowed by someone with greater talent or will power to get what they want. But for Najira, Its a different story. With his small nature and good looks, even though he's at the age of 19 already. His fan base as grown to the point were his name is starting to get known. Being the 'Angel' of the music world isn't something he likes though. He wants to be something more cool, but for now, he's setting for what he has..Hoping one day to surpass the one person who he's always been fighting. Some what of a childhood friend, his rival...Though he seems to always be starting fights with this person, he in fact only does it to hide something deeper. His feelings for this person that have some how grown into love.

"Najira!! The recording is over, why don't you go out and take a break? We'll be heading to the photo shoot later." his manager called out while Najira came out of the recording room. "ah..Okay! Thanks" he said with a small smile and a light bow. Even though it has been a few months since he had started, the young male still hasn't grown use to the busy life style that he now lives with. Letting out a sigh, he made his way to the waiting area so that his manager can finish wrapping up, wondering why they had to book a photo shoot that day as well.

Kaido · November 19th, 11, 08:18 PM

The life of a musician it that of a hard one. Sure you may see them on TV with big houses, fancy cars and have their own private jets to go flying all over the world, but that's only if you are good. Otherwise you either have to give up on your dreams or be stuck playing at small underground clubs for the rest of your life. But that wasn't a problem for one young man. He's been in the music business since he was 16. Now that he was 21. He is still on top and well known all over the world. He was the lead singer for a band named 'Silver Tongue'.

They're well known for hard rock music. Singing about heartbreaks, struggle of the human life and other dark things. Their first album was sold out within the first week. They did a bunch of TV and Radio interviews and played for some charity parties. So who was behind to voice of this band. A man by the name of Ambros Evans. A tall well built man. With slick blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Well known to wear his famous black leather jacket for everything.

He had just finished his recording with his band on their up coming album. They were told that they were done for the day, but had to go to a party tonight. So they split off and he was left alone. Making his way down the hall. He spotted a familiar face sitting and waiting. It was the 'Angel' of the record. If Najira was the angel then he was the demon. He can see that he was rather bored looking. So he smirked and walks over to him. "Well look what we have here? A little angel sitting around like a human. Shouldn't you be in the sky sitting on a cloud. Playing a harp?" he asked in a teasing tone. For it seemed since these to met. They were at each others neck.

**TrueBeautiflDarkness** · November 19th, 11, 08:32 PM

Najira blinked a few times before looking up at Ambros. His expression shifted from confused to that of a pout. "Don't call me that! I don't know why they call me that, but it makes me even more mad when you do! I'm not an angel...I can't help it if they just think I am...At least I'm not some devil worshiper like you mister 'demon'." he said back crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes had closed and he didn't really know if that counted as a good enough come back, but he honestly didn't care about that. At the moment, he was just trying to make his flustered face seem to be flustered out of anger rather then embarrassment from having the person he 'liked' talking to him. He's known Ambros for a long time, and to be honest, it was the man before him that had given him the will to try out for becoming and artist in the music world. Though for some reason, he can only say mean things and act cold to the person he so much wanted to be with...Maybe he was weird? Honestly, Najira wasn't sure...He just couldn't help but do what he did.

Opening his eyes, he glanced up at Ambros, taking a moment to 'look' at him, his heart thumping in his chest faster and faster with each passing moment before he stood up and placed his hands on his hips. "Shouldn't you be going to worship you're demon king or something by now?" he asked when he felt that his heart beat would give him away if he kept silent much longer. "Besides, I need to go to a photo shoot soon, so I don't have time to play with the likes of you." he muttered, though feeling a bit upset from his own words. Maybe this time his manager would finish soon and come and get him for the shoot so that it didn't seem like he was just trying to run away. And as if his silent hope had been heard, the manager made her way out, rushing over. "Sorry It took so long, ah, Hello there Ambros! I hope I'm not interrupting anything? Najira we need to go soon, so please hurry up with you're conversation! I'll get the car, we are already running late." she said in a hurry to get to the car.

Najira let out a relieved sigh. "See? Gotta go now, sorry sorry I couldn't give you any more time. Maybe you can find a priest to help you out or something?" He joked with a wave as he turned to leave. Though he lingered, not really wanting to walk away yet so that he could capture the males addictive voice once more...Honestly, to melt from simply hearing his voice. It was so shameful.

Kaido · November 19th, 11, 11:45 PM

He stared at the singer as he made a come back. The side of his mouth started to twitch and let out a hearty chuckle. "Mister.Demon? Well ain't that an interesting name you come up with. Maybe I can use that for a song." he said baring his teeth. Showing off his unusually large canines. Thinking that he looked rather cute with the pout on his face. Even though they didn't really get along. He couldn't help to find the singer rather interesting. For all the expression he can make from happiness to pouting like a child. The hard rocker found him so amusing. He sometimes wish that they didn't argue so much. But with all the papers and media. It was stated that they were the biggest rivals in the music business.

Hearing Najira asked him if he should be worshiping his demon god. He looks at him and chuckles in a dark way. Leaning in closer. "I would but I need an offering. I need a drop of angel's blood. Mind of a barrow a little bit of yours?" he asked in a seductive tone. Staring him right in the eyes. For just a few , then pulls away. When told that he had to go to a photo shoot. He smirks and said "A photo shoot huh? I can see it now. You with wings wrapped in a robe made of silk. Having a holy light shine upon you.?" he said joking with the angel name once more. For he knew that bothers him a lot.

Just then he backs away for a moment to see that his manager was coming over. He smiled at him. "Oh hello there. You not interrupting anything. We just finished our discussion." he said to her. In a friendly and polite way. Then looks at the singer once more when he told him that he had to go now and doesn't have time. "Same here. I have to go and meet up with someone. Then addend a party. And while you out and about. Maybe you can put in a good word for me with your boss. You know, the man upstairs?" he asked in a joking matter. Pointing up to the sky. Then walks away from him. Making his way out of the building.

**TrueBeautiflDarkness** · November 20th, 11, 12:30 AM

Najira flushed a deep red as the other began to tease him from the name he'd come up with. Stating things such as another song and other things. When the comment about the blood came up, Najira paled as he blinked a few times before shaking the thought off and pushing it out of his mind. 'He's just toying with me' he told himself again and again so that he wouldn't freak out. For some reason, the idea of being part of whatever it was that needed blood didn't sit well with him. Why couldn't it be something less painful like...well, he didn't know what else to use for a demon thing...Oh well.

When Ambros asked about putting in a good word with the man upstairs, not to long after making fun of his photo shoot deal, Najira snapped, sticking his tongue out and turning around. "There will never be a good word about you! And I will never be an 'angel'. Besides, the photo shoot is over something completely different!" he said as he stomped off. He kept note that the other was going to a part, and would some how get his manager to figure out what one and have them make a 'random' drop by. Najira often tried to make it so that Ambros and him would meet at least once or twice a day. If not he just felt a bit odd that day...

-skip to the shoot-

At the shoot, Najira had been asked to dress in a black dress like fabric. Of course he was a bit confused as he was put into the clothing, his hair was fixed up in some odd style and he was placed before the camera in a rather embarrassing pose, sort of like those girls who try to tease guys. "Is this really what you want? I thought the product was suppose to be something cool..." he said a bit confused. "It is, though being as you're not really...ah, fit for the aspect we wanted when we found you, we changed it to be more of a sex appeal" the director muttered as he ordered Najira to move around for a few more shots, "sex appeal?" Najira asked between takes. "Yea...You capture the buyers because you're cute..I would have done an angel but...the color wouldn't fit if we placed you in white So..you're the 'fallen' angel today" the male muttered. Najira flushed before clearing his expression for the last shoot.

When he finished, the male headed back to the car, "Damn them..Why must everything deal with angels? Well...I suppose a fallen one isn't to bad...is it?" he wondered. "I wasn't able to get any gossip out of the other members of the board, but I could call Ambrose about the party if you want to attend." Najira blinked a few times. "ah..call him and tell him that I'm not an angel. I'm a fallen one!" he stated with a sudden feeling of glee. For some reason, he felt that Ambrose would be displeased to hear that...Though he didn't know if more gossip or jokes would be made out of it just yet...His manager did so..Waiting for the other to answer.

Kaido · November 20th, 11, 02:01 AM

Far away from the recording studio. In a small brick building. Inside there were people dressed up like his kind of people. They smiled and waved to him. He might be a famous rocker now, but he will never forget where he started. For this was an old rock cafe. Where people of any type of music could go and show off their stuff. He walks up to the counter. Made out of old car doors. Behind it was a male in his late 30's, with a cue ball head and a mustache that goes down to his chin. Wearing nothing but a black vest, exposing his tattoos that were all over his chest and arms.

He smiled and shoot hands with him. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Look you decided to show up. Here I thought you forgot the people you stepped on." he said in a joking manner and both of then laughed. "Yes, it;s been awhile. But I would never forget what I had to do to get where I am today." he tells him with a smirk. They chatted for a bit. As they listen to the new bands playing. Some were good. Some were not. "So have you been to-" "Yeah I have. You know I always go there every day before heading off to work or shows. Tonight I am going to a party, for a charity." he tells the owner of the cafe. "That's great. Remember that it's a fancy place so wear a suit." he tells him. They they said later to each other and he was off.

Just as he arrives at his home in a gated community. He feels his phone going off in his pocket. He pulls it out to see that the number belongs to the 'angel's' manager. Trying to remember as to how she got it in the first place. Then again he really didn't care. So he pressed the talk button and put it against his ear. "Hello? How may I help you this afternoon?"

**TrueBeautiflDarkness** · November 20th, 11, 02:13 AM

Najira had situated himself in the back of the car with a smug feeling as he waited for his manager to finish the call and take him to where ever she would take him next. To a party or not. When the phone had been picked up on the other line, he leaned in, his heart thudding rather fast as he waited for Nina, the manager, to give a small sorry for calling while he was busy.

"Well, to be honest" she continued. "Najira asked me to call. He wanted me to inform you that he wasn't an 'Angel' at the photo shoot, but rather a 'fallen angel'. Honestly I'm not sure why he wanted me to tell you..Also he wants to know if he can attend the party as well." she stated, Najira flushed for a second before starting to panic, "You weren't suppose to tell him that part!!" He said in a hushed tone as he began to grow embarrassed. It was to be a surprise, him randomly showing up and proving he wasn't some goody like everyone thought he was.

"I'm sorry, but it appears he really wants to spend more time with you." she stated, Nina might be a very kind person and rather flustered at times. Perfect for Najira, but the girl was very cruel at other times when Najira was being unreasonable with her...Such as ordering her to find out about the part on the down low, calling Ambrose to say something unreasonable such as the angel matter, and all that. So she was just 'getting even' with him. Of course, it also helped that she loved to see him so flustered!

Kaido · November 20th, 11, 02:45 AM

He walks up the spiral stair case as he listens into Nina. Going up to his room. Hearing as to why she was calling. He was rather confused. Fallen angel at the photo shoot? He knew that he was doing some pictures, but not understanding the fallen angel part. But the thought made him chuckled if he could be dark. "I see...That's interesting to hear. But tell him that it take more to be one then to act like one." he said in a teasing friendly way. For he was not going to believe that he was a fallen angel. To him, Najira is the the angel cutie.

Then he hears about him wanting to go to the party and wanting to know if he could. Follow by him yelling saying that she wasn't suppose to say that. Making him laugh. For he picture him with that cute pouty look on his face. As Tina tells him that he just wanted to spend time with him at the party. He felt a tightness in his throat and cleared his throat. Taking. "Well it's mostly invite only, but lucky for him that one of my band members couldn't make it. So we have an extra one laying around. So he may come. Just make sure he dressed properly. For it's formal wear. But I'm sure he would clean up good. After all...he's the perfect little angel we all know and love." he said with a big grin on his face.

"Since I have the extra invite. You have to tell me where I have to pick him up. We are going in the same place. It would save gas."

**TrueBeautiflDarkness** · November 20th, 11, 03:07 AM

Nina let out a small laugh, "That is true! I see...Very considerate of you...Alright, I'll make sure he's dressed to please...hn, Hmn. Would it be possible to meet at 2nd and 43 street? I'm a few blocks from there." she stated, "That and I always have a change of clothes for him..Despite the fact that he's rather cute, he tends to try and dress....against his looks" she muttered glancing in the mirror at Najira.

Najira flushed as he looked down at his clothes. What was wrong with them? He dressed like most guys his age...There shouldn't be anything wrong with that...Of course he refused to wear most of the clothes picked out for him, but he did want to attend the party..It appeared that Ambrose was going to meet them some place...So he could inform Ambrose that he hadn't asked such an embarrassing thing to go hang out with him at a party... But he wasn't sure how to make it sound like he meant it just yet... Chewing on his lip, he waited for a reply..Forgetting about having to change before some clothes were tossed into the back seat. Najira looked at them before getting the hint. The window rolled up to give him some space, and Najira quickly changed into the outfit that was given to him.

The clothing was something that was cute and did fit the size of Najira's body, and as well as accommodated his 'angel' facet but was still considered formal. Though he wasn't at all pleased to look adorable or cute in attending Ambrose's party. "Lets just go already..I don't see why this is considered high fashion" he muttered depressed. Nina was still on the phone with Ambrose as she headed off to meet him.

Kaido · November 20th, 11, 03:36 AM

Ambros put his phone on speaker. So he can strip out of his clothes while he listens to Nina. Saying that she would have him dressed in a way that was fit for the party. While it stayed with his 'angel' image. "That's great to hear and I know what street you mention. We'll be there soon. just give us about 20 minutes." he tells her. Then picks up and puts it in front of his mouth. "I got to go now and get ready. Tell Najira that I can't wait to see him and to leave his white wings at home." he said before hanging up. Not before politely saying bye to his manager of course. For someone who sang sad songs. He was really a gentlemen.

After a quick shower, removing his piercings, grooming himself and put on a formal black suit. He gather a few things he would need. His cell of course, his wallet, some pain killers, some hang over drugs just in case and a condom. For may get lucky tonight. But if the little 'angel' was going to hang around. There might be a chance that he won't. But he'll try to look on the bright side. The limo arrived with the others and was waiting in front of his house. He stepped out and locked the door. Getting in and was greeted by his band mates.

As the blonde promise they arrived to where they were told to meet up in 20 minutes. The limo came to a halt and the singer of Silver Tongue stepped out. Yet the way he looked. It was like he was a whole different person. Nothing screamed hard rocker. He looked more like a serious, but young business man. He spotted Nina and walks up to her and shakes her hand. "Good evening, Nina. You look lovely as always. Is the angel ready?" he asked in a friendly tone.