The Cab - Angel with a shot gun
Citrusy of Soul-Maka :D
Thank you for the request my lovely! I hope this was written to your liking <3

I just love band stories...they're so...inspirational~
don't you lovelies think so ;)?

-thefluffyotaku
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Get out your guns, battles begun! Are you a saint, or a sinner? If loves a fight, than I shall die~ With my heart on a trigger.

"Are you ready?" Her eyes where giddy and excited, reflecting his own look.
"Y-yeah! I think I am!" Lead singer of Spaorti squeezed his girlfriend's hands, grinning from ear to ear. The crowd was roaring from behind the curtain, thousands of people waited for the world-renowned band to sing the song that had started it all.
It had started with a fight.

They say before you start a war, "You better know what you're fighting for," Well baby, you are all that I adore~ If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

He really screwed up this time, even after he had swore off name calling...
"I really need to do something." Red eyes stared glazed over at the ceiling, white hair sprawled over  the maroon beanbag, worn band shirt wrinkled from its wearer slowly sliding down.
"Why?" Now the eyes rolled lazily over to the blue-haired boy sitting in front of him rapidly smashing the buttons on his controller corresponding with the TV sitting on the floor in front of him.

I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fighting til' the wars won! I don't care if heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe~ Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.

On the beanbag Soul sprang up, "Cause we practically broke up! What if someone tries to woo her in her moment of vulnerability?!" 
The game was paused so his friend could turn around slowly and give him a look that just screamed 'really?'. Soul felt pink creep on his cheeks; he definitely spent way to much time with his/the bookworm.

Sometimes to win, you've got to sin~ Don't mean I'm not a believer~ And major Tom, will sing along. Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer~

Black*star just let out a scoff, throwing his controller to the side. He wore the same band shirts sold it only his sleeves had been ripped off by his massive biceps. "Look dude, don't you two fight-like- all the time? You always make up, I think your overreacting." He rolled his eyes at his friend's abandoned puppy look. He might as well be, it's been a week and the bookworm won't come within three feet of him. They try to talk but they end up arguing all over again. Soul let out the hundredth long sigh of the evening, much to teen's annoyance. Geez you think he just found out he had leukemia the way his head rested on his hands as he stared at the cement floor.
"Yeah but... I really hurt her this time. I can tell! I can see it in her eyes-shut up- and I have to do some thing." His eyes narrowed, "I have to make sure she's still mine."

They say before you start a war, "You better know what you're fighting for," Well baby, you are all that I adore~ If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

Black*star let out a tsk and a 'whatever man' before looking for where his controller ended up. He crawled over towards the wall of his basement pulling the device out from under his dads red and white base. Wait.
"Hey dude?"
"What?" Soul mumbled at the floor.
"DUDE!!!"
"Oh my god! Why are you so fricken loud?! Wait-whoa!" Soul flew up from his position on the beanbag, "careful with that!"
Soul held his hands in front of him in a defensive position watching helplessly as his friend waved an electric base around by its neck.
"What's the one thing you do at home when you're bored?" His smile went ear to ear as he shoved the guitar in Souls hand.
"Uhhh, play guitar?"
Black*star ran over to grab his mothers drum sticks, waving at soul to set up the speakers, "And what's Maka always wanting you to do?"
Souls heart felt light as black*star whipped the sheet off of a pair of drums,
"Play for her."

I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fighting til' the wars won! I don't care if heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe~ Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.

Soul laid out all the sheet of music out on the floor beside the grand piano. He had painstakingly listened to his friends recordings of their parts to the song. He had gone to Klink's house and wrote down the lead guitar, Kid on base, Tsubaki and rhythm guitar, Liz had keyboard, and finally having to suffer and sort through black*star on the drums. 

Oh, oh whoa whoa oh whoa

The piano rang throughout the night, page after page written and rewritten. Testing and piecing together each part each instrument. It was perfect, he made it perfect and forced it to be perfect at 2am. He separated each part into their respective folders to hand out to each respective band member. And now,
He let out a yawn, sharp teeth poking out from under his lips, his eyes glanced over at his homework. He had opened a notebook to a clean page.
He needed his part.
He needed lyrics.

I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fighting til' the wars won! I don't care if heaven won't take me back!

What better way to get inspiration, than from the person the song was written for. He admit he could have done it better, but he was tired and desperate to hold her hand again. The pencil dangled halfway down the page as his tired eyes unwavered from their target. The target who continued to give him a sad, halfhearted glare before returning to the work he's not doing. Maka had always called him her guardian angel... hmm. He wasn't just any kind of angel, he wasn't loyal to heaven or anything like that. He was loyal to her! An angel that carried around a cool weapon to protect her. He was an angel with a scythe! Or wait- on the top of the page he scribbled,
Angel with a shotgun

I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fighting til' the wars won! I don't care if heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe~ Don't you know you're everything I have? (I'm an angel with a shotgun). And I~, want to live, not just survive, tonight. (Live, not just survive)

"Liz! Why are we going in black*stars basement?" Maka looked past the blonde down the stairs hearing voices, "I am not playing strip poker aga-"
Her eyes widened at the sight of all the instruments, of all her friends. She blushed a little at their knowing smiles, this must have been the big secret they were all keeping as to why none of them could hang out.
"Soul?" Her in-the-dog-house boyfriend shuffled out in another worn band tee, ripped jeans that looked too good on him, and clunky black combat boots. He looked up at her as he nervously handled the mic in front of him, red spread across his face as he gave her a wobbly smile,
"Maka."

And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight.

The crowds screams started to die out to sing along to the last line of the song that had unknowingly secured his love forever. Sweat poured down the singers face, lights burned his retinas, his throat hurt from shouting his soul out to the world. To her.
But, he glanced to the side and seeing green eye glowing at him with pride and adoration, soul took one last breath,

They say before you start a war, "You better know what you're fighting for," Well baby, you are all that I adore~ If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.