Sewn Backtogether WRONG - A Dethklock RP
Private to Clorissa and artbabe
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A lone wolf stalked the yard finding a half eaten human limb the canine laid down and began to gnaw on his treat. His ears pricked up suddenly when a large man stalked out of the castle. The wolf pulled his meal into the shadow of the building hiding from the obviously angered man.

Nathan walked aimlessly through out the door of Mordhaus, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His eyes had large black circles under them, his nail polish was chipped from where he had chewed his nails. The vocalist was trying to keep from killing his band mates. Once again the idiots had messed up their new recording, again, resulting in Nathan having to spend all last night re-re-re-record his vocals.

“Ehhh…dicks.” He put out his cigarette and lit up another, the smoke filled his lungs letting the sweet nicotine race through his blood stream calming him down. Normally the singer would have just gone to his room to sulk, but he didn’t want to be around the guys at all. Nathan had to think and he couldn’t do that with the others constantly popping in to talk to him about their latest problem. He had his own problems. The hulking man was worried his second guitarist.

The kid had been messed up since they got back from Norway. Drinking all the time –at least more than usual- and the singer could tell the kid had been crying. “Damn it.” Nathan wanted to say something to give the little guitarist a hug and tell him everything would be alright. BUT he had to keep up his reputation around the others – It wasn’t metal to care. Then why was it the sole thing that dominated is mind?

[[Okay, so I had a serious problem a little bit ago. I spent a long time writing a really nice post and the token expired.. So, it didn't give me my post back and I'm stuck writing again.. I'm sorry if the efforts not too great, I'm pissed though lol and I'm sure my next post will be better, given Mene doesn't destroy it again.]]

A bottle cap clattered to the cold stone floor, followed soon by an empty bottle. CRASH! Green glass shards were cast across the floor as the bottle shattered. Toki's room was literally covered in debris from the past few weeks' drinking and drug binges. There were cases and bottles, broken glass, and even discarded panties and whatnot from the whores he'd been bringing back to help him drown his sorrows. It was pretty disgusting, and the room was beginning to give off a pretty metal odor. He'd been bingeing harder and harder recently over the loss of his father, and his own mistakes around the Band. He deleted the re-re-re-re recorded album, again. And Nathan was extra pissed this time. He felt as awful about making his bandmates do all of this extra work. How could he fucks up this bad this many times?

"PICKLE!" Toki's cry echoed through the halls of Mordhaus. He needed more booze, or drugs. And Pickles was usually lounging around, willing to contribute to anyones' intoxication. "PICKLEEEE!" He yelled again. The case of beer he'd been cuddling with was almost gone, and ugh, it seemed like Pickles must be out. Upset and lonely, Toki began to chug the rest of his beers, throwing the empty bottles against the wall. They exploded on contact and it was pretty entertianing to the extremely drunk rock star. Before he could throw the last bottle, he passed out, and into a nightmare about the night his father died.

Nathan ground out his cigarette butt and turned heading back inside the house. He handed his coat to the nearest klokateer and headed for his room. He thought again of the Toki, maybe it would be good to check on the kid? The singer grunted as he saw a very drunk Pickles passed out in the middle of the hall, he’d know where Toki was. Nudging the red head with his boot he tried to wake up the drummer.

“Pickles, Pickles! Get up man!” His gruff voice turned into a roar making the redhead’s eyes pop open.

“Eh, Nathan, wadda ja want man I’m ‘as sleepn’.” Pickles cuddled a bottle of Jack Daniels and closed his eyes.

“Pickles, WAKE UP!” Nathan picked up the drunken redhead. Taking Pickles’ booze he poured over the drummers head.

Sputtering Pickles pushed out of Nathan’s grip. “Wat thee heell man!”

“Were’s Toki, He was partying with you a little while ago…” Nathan growled.

“Hee’s in his room Natan…I’m going to bed.” Pickles fell back to the floor and started snoring. The big man shook his head and grabbed a klokateer pointing to Pickles.

“Put him in his room…” Nathan stalked down the hall. Upon nearing Toki’s bedroom he heard the distinct whimpers of the little guitarist. He knew that those were not whimpers of pleasure. The vocalist tried the doorknob and on finding it unlocked didn’t hesitate to go inside. He found the usually tidy room full of broken bottles, underwear and sick. He shook his head in disgust and made his way over to Toki. The kid was tossing and turning in a nightmare. He put a gentle hand on Toki’s forehead. The kid was warm and reeked of booze and sex.

“Toki, wake up kid your safe…”

The dream was awful. It happened almost every time he went to sleep now, the entire scene played out in his mind, perfectly recorded, no, burned into his head. Toki was so close to the top of the mountain, and his father just.. slipped. It was all his fault, all his fault. Toki had killed his father, before he'd gotten the chance to die naturally where he wished to be. That horrified, helpless face beneath the ice flashed vividly in the man's eyelids, every time he shut them.

Toki was watching his father drown beneath the ice in Norway when suddenly, he opened his eyes, with a start, to see Nathan feeling his head.

"Nathans.. Wh.. what's are yous doings here?" He tried to sit up, but immediately got the spins, and quickly laid back down. "Wowwie Nathans.. cmkffahcdjkeiwjsd(garbled nonsense)cbghds" Toki's speech was so slurred, he himself hardly knew what he even began to try to say.

Nathan was glad to see those baby blues open up. He had to restrain himself from leaning over and pulling the very drunk Toki into his arms. The vocalist wanted to tell Toki why he was there, that he loved him, wanted to make him feel better…but that wasn’t metal. “I heard ya crying. I decided I better wake you up before you pissed off the rest of the band. You been drinking to much Toki, your gonna be getting a liver transplant like me before long if you don’t knock it off.”

"Youves gotten like fives liver transplant though Nathans.." Toki stammered out drunkly. He couldn't focus on anything, it was all spinnging spinning spinning. "Ohhh, wowwie.. " He clutched his stomach and curled up, moaning in pain. "But thanks Nathans.. I's, I's appreciates yous," he whimpered, looking up to Nathan. He felt safe in this vulnerable state with Nathan there. '...I wants a kittens..' Toki stopped and favored the random drunk thought for a moment before noticing how bad he felt again.

"I thinks I might just better sleeps it offs maybes.. Ill be better tomorrows I thinks Nathans.. " Toki whispered, twitching a bit to lay on his side.. it was almost a reflex now, upon getting close to sleep when he was drunk. He'd almost drowned in his puke before. It was fucksed up.

Nathan listened to the Norwegian ramble on getting more and more upset by the moment. ‘Shit, stupid kid…’ Then he heard the part about the kitten. Toki was always good with animals. Nathan had seen the little guitarist even playing with the yard wolves and their pups at one point. Maybe if he gave Toki something to care about again he would be able to get him back on his feet. It was time to go talk to Charles.

He brushed his hand over Toki’s head one last time and pulled the covers over the brunette. “Night Toki…” The goliath of a man, left the messy room and headed for their manager’s office. Reaching the big black doors Nathan opened the door and let himself in. Charles wasn’t at his desk which meant he was in the connecting bedroom.

The vocalist tried the bedroom handle finding it locked…a heavy fist connected with the richly engraved wood. “Ofdensen, open the /guitar rift/ door. We need to talk.” There was the sound of some very creative cursing then Ofdensen opened the door. He was dressed in a robe his hair and glasses still perfect as always. He looked up at Nathan a little miffed.

“How can I help you Nathan, at…” he looked at his watch, “three o’clock in the morning?”

“I want to get Toki a kitten.”

“A kitten, couldn’t this have waited till morning?”

“No it won’t.” Nathan relayed to his manager what he had found in Toki’s room and how sick the kid was from the booze and drugs. Charles crossed his arms and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll take care of it in the morning Nathan…thank you for telling me. Now get to bed we’ve go to finish that album tomorrow.” He turned and shut the door in Nathan’s face. The vocalist went back to his room and took off id clothes laying down. He finally fell asleep a few hours later with thoughts of Toki on his mind.

Toki appreciated Nathan's concern for him, however un metal and against band rules it was, and he cared about Nathan, too. He passed back out into a deep sleep. Some of his dreams included Nathan comforting him, or being there as a strong, protective figure. Other times throughout the night were just blackout deep sleep, his body was restoring itself, at least somewhat. He'd sure be hungover in the morning.

Nathan rolled over and watched the sunlight filter through the window. He had spent most of the night waking from dreams of he and Toki. He turns and looks at the clock…11am. It was still early, he laid back on the bed and looked up at the canopy. Then he remembered his conversation with Charles…He decided to get up and look in on Toki before having to finish the album with the other members.

The behemoth of a man walks to his closet and puts on his cloths. He headed to the kitchen and had Jean-Pierre cook him a ham and cheese omelet. “Merci Jean.”

Toki awoke with sunlight washing over his bed, bright, burning, fucking painfully awful sunlight. "Ugh, wwwoowwieee..," he groaned, making the extreme effort it took hiim to turn his head away from the window. Curling up in a ball, Toki tried to fend off intense hangover. He swore he was still a little drunk, even.

The scent of eggs drifted into the room, causing nausea in the poor Wartooth, and that wave of nausea rose.. Toki darted to the bathroom off the corner of his room and threw up a massive amount of alcohol and possibly a little blood. "Oh mans.." Slowly, Toki crept out to his shades and pulled them, darkening the room significantly. He pressed the Klokateer button and requested one bring him an abundance of fresh cold water and toast.

Nathan watched a klokateer carrying a large pitcher of water and dry toast. His head perked up, “Whose that for?”

“Master Toki, My lord. He is feeling the effects of the alcohol he consumed last night…” Nathan nodded and waved the servant on his way. It was then that the other members of the band entered the kitchen. Murderface scratched himself then ordered breakfast, Pickles downed another beer (Hair of the and whatnot) and Swisgaar nibbled on some toast and eggs.

“Weere’s Toki?” Pickles asked after about 30 minutes, finally noticing they were missing their fifth member.

“Hungover…” Nathan growled out. It pissed off the vocalist that noone else, but himself cared about the kid. “You drank the kid under the table last night Pickles. Doncha remember.”

“Yeea! Maan that kied can drinke…I mean” Before Pickles can finish his statement Charles walks in. His arms crossed over his chest and his assistant following at his heals.

“Ahh boys…you were supposed to be in the studio an hour ago and were is Toki?”

Toki sat up in bed when the Klokateer entered and set his toast and water on the table. "Thanks yous, dismiss!" He downed about half of the pitcher of cold water, and it was wonderful. The alcohol had dehydrated him and it was great to drink a nice large amount of water. It made his stomach less queasy almost instantly. His head still pounded, but that would get better with time.

After nibbling on a few pieces of toast, and guzzling the rest of the pitcher, Toki decided he'd go ot and see the band.. Hopefully they wouldn't be too loud and ridiculous this morning. He walked from his room down the cold stone hallways to the kitchen, where he met the band and Charles were standing around. The scent of eggs made him queasy again, but he tried to breathe through his mouth.

"Gmornings everybodies.." He rasped, voice half-shot from the crazy night with Pickles.

Nathan looked up as Toki walked in. Poor kid, he looked worse than when the vocalist had seen him last night. He gave a gruff hello and went back to finishing his eggs. He listened as Charles rattled on about the days schedule and what needed to be done. Nathan wasn’t really paying attention though…he was watching Toki out of the corner of his eyes.

“Nathan…Nathan do you have anything to say?” The vocalist was jarred out of this thoughts by Charles’ question.

“No…no sounds good.” Charles just shook his head knowingly and continued on. Soon the boys found themselves being ushered towards the studio. Nathan worked on the lyrics for the new pieces and sighed in annoyance as Murderface screwed up his bass line again…

Toki noticed Nathan watching him whike Charles talked. It was kind of funny, when he was snapped out of his thoughts by the question. Toki suppressed a small smile. Also, while in the kitchen he managed to drink a bit of juice and have some more toast, this time with a slice of ham.

In the recording studio, Toki finished his rhythm guitar bits relatively quickly, them being so much easier than Skwizgaar's intense solos and whatnot. He had to, to go help Murderface with his bass line, which he was repeatedly fucking up on as always. He wondered how the hell he managed to perform on stage, when he couldn't even record.

"Moidersface its likes this, not that's!" Toki was getting frustrated, and repeated the line again slowly, and Murderface again messed up. "Ugh, fucks this you just cants learn!"

"Toki toki hey man, I can do it calm down come on"

"No Moidesface! Just get out of here's I'm going to records your tracks!" Toki was looking pretty angry, and the bass he was holding was threatening to collide with Murderface.

"HEY what are you doing telling me to get outta here, YOU get outta here small fry!"

Nathan watched as Toki quickly worked through his parts. The kid was still doing really well, even with the massive hangover he had to be sporting. He looked back over his lyrics and changed a few things while he waited for Murderface to finish. He was grateful for the little Norwegian, especially after the basest kept screwing up. The vocalist then looked up and noticed the tension in the booth. He saw Murderface reel back ready to slug Toki. He lept off the couch and ripped open the door. He grabbed Murderface’s arm and threw him out of the room.

“Don’t touch him!” Nathan towered over the tubby basest nearly growling like the yard wolves. He didn’t move until he noticed the others looking at him in fear. The vocalist had hat hit the others before, but it had usually been in jest, this…this was different. He swallowed and without another word stalked off to his room.

Toki was speechless, as were the rest of the bandmates.

Murderface was stunned, and quickly got up and stormed away muttering expletives. Skwizgaar sort of shrugged it off, he being a nihilist, not caring about much anyways, and returned to his complex guitar playing. Pickles, he was already wasted and going crazy on his drums in the silent room, so he didn't even really witness it.

Toki sighed and thought he might go after Nathan, but he needed to finish Murderface's bass tracks. He headed into a booth and quickly hammered out the fast and heavy basslines that give Dethklok the deep, dark sounds behind their music. Why couldn't Murderface do this himself?

As soon as he finished, Toki set out to find Nathan. He couldn't find him in the lounge, so he decided to check in the lyricist's room. Upon arriving he walked over to Nathan and gave him a concerned gaze, "What's was that's for Nathans? But.. thank yous fors standing ups for mes.."

The vocalist left the studio at a near run, when he finally reached his room he grabbed a bottle of liquor and pulled off the top. Nathan sat on the edge of his bed and took another deep swig. He looked at the amber liquid filled bottle and cursed. ‘Damn it! Why had he done that…God, he was so stupid!!’

It was then that Toki came into the room giving a him a look. The vocalist couldn’t look the little guitarist in the face. “You…I-I…” Nathan sighed and took another deep drink, “I like you a lot Toki...I know its not metal, but I really do. It’s so brutal!!” He hung his head and waited for Toki to either laugh at him or deal out a punch to the face.

Toki took the bottle from Nathan and smashed it right on the floor.

"Oh , Nathans.."

He sat beside the huge man and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I like yous toos, Nathans.. Why are you sos upsets?" Toki was confused, why was Nathan so sad about liking him? He sighed, and gently rubbed Nathan's back.

Nathan watched the bottle hit the ground, the amber liquid seeps thought the stone. The hand on his back though comforting burns his skin. He turns and looks Toki in the eye…

“No, Toki I really LIKE you…” He leans over and presses a gentle kiss on the Norwegians lips.

Toki was stunned by the kiss.

"Ums..Ums.."

He took Nathan's hand and looked up at him. "I like you toos, Nathans," he murmured softly, a soft smile on his lips.

Nathan closed his fingers around the smaller calloused hand in his. He gave Toki a small smirk…almost a smile. “Brutal…” He gave the guitarist another kiss, this time on the top of his head as the vocalist pulled him close.

He is quite content to have the skinny man in his arms for the moment and doesn’t notice Charles walk in his room. “Ehm…Nathan we still need you to uh…finish the vocals on the album…and I have the thing we talked about last night.”

“Yea, coming…Come on Toki.” The behemoth of a man stands up and heads back towards the studio. ‘I wonder what Toki will think of kitten.’

Toki snuggled into Nathan and tilted his head up to give the large man a kiss on the cheek after he had gotten a kiss on the head. "Yeah.. Brutals.." he sighed happily.

The small guitarist blushed in the vocalist's arms when he noticed Charles standing there. He sort of slid away from Nathan a bit, slightly embarrassed. It would be hard to make this a public thing, if they ever even could.

Wondering what Charles had gotten for Nathan, Toki followed them to the studio.

Nathan’s gruff voice shook the microphone, “YEAAAAAAAAAAAA!” As the gravelly voice receded and the music faded out the vocalist pulled off his head phones and looked towards Knubbler to make sure that they had gotten everything. The blond gave the thumbs up, “Ah…All clear Nathan.” Came the nasally whine.

He stepped out of booth and took the offered glass of water. “Thanks.” He sat down with the other band members on the couch, purposely putting himself between Toki and Murderface. He slipped a hand down near Toki’s and hooks his fingers with the Norwegian. After listening and signing off on all of the tracks for the next album the band is allowed to disperse.

“Toki, meet me in your room…I got you something okay?” Nathan asks the guitarist. Then heads off to Charles’ office. He knocked on the door and is met with a, “Come in…”

Charles is behind his desk and looks up when Nathan enters. “Ah…your here for the…yes…well I got a couple you can choose from.” Charles picks up a large plastic box with a towel in the bottom. Inside are four tiny kittens. Each are adorable and make the vocalist cringe at how cute they are. The one that catches Nathan’s eye is a little Havanna Brown kitten. It jumps on the others playfully demanding attention. Nathan picks it up and cups it in one hand. “This one, yea he’ll do.” Charles nods and hands the rest of the kittens to a klokateer who comes back with a bed and all the supplies that Toki will need for the kitten. Nathan lets the servant carry everything except the warm ball of purring fuzz in his hands. “Thanks Charles…”

Toki, and the rest of the band enjoyed Nathan's performance as he recorded the last of his vocal tracks. Toki thought he heard an extra gruffness and strength in it today, compared to how he usually sang. It was brilliant, and they all thought so. The band applauded slightly as Nathan exited the booth. He heard things like "Greet job meaan", and "Guds jobs I thinks youves improveds" from Pickles and Skwizgaar.

The guitarist was very surprised when Nathan linked their fingers together. If the rest of the band found out about how they felt for eachother, they would surely kick one or both of them out of the band. His hand twitched away from Nathan's and he looked at him with "I'm sorry" written all over his face.

"You.. haves somethings for mes? Okies Nathans, Sees you there.."

Toki was puzzled as to why Charles wanted to talk to Nathan so badly, and what Nathan might have for him. After chatting with the band for a bit about the music, Toki headed up to his room. He was happy to see that a Klokateer had been in to clean up, it wasn't so disgusting without all the broken glass and vomit all over. He opened the mini fridge and grabbed a beer. Just one, ecause he was thirsty and wanted a nice quenching drink. He wouldn't be having much more today.

Nathan stood in front of the door to Toki’s room. The kitten in his hands wiggled and placed both paws on the vocalist’s chest. He meowed and tipped his head to the side. Yea…this kitten was perfect for Toki. He knocked once before he turned the knob and entered the room. Nathan took in the now clean room with an approving nod. Then he notice the guitarist drinking a beer. There was nothing wrong with him having a few drinks or a bender every now and then, but Nathan still felt that they needed to talk about Toki’s alcohol problem.

He walked over to the bed where Toki was sitting and knelt in front of him. Nathan reached out and placed the kitten on the guitarists lap. “You said…that you wanted a kitten so I talked to Charles and um…yea…I got you all of the stuff you’ll need for the little guy.” He tried to smile up at Toki, but it felt unnatural…”I hope you like it.” The klokateer placed all of the kitten’s toys, litter box, food and litter on the floor next to the bed.