This story will have the following routes: Clear, Noiz, Aoba, Koujaku and Mizuki. A chapter shall be written separately for each characters Lemon scene, each slightly differing from the other.

Please read and review! Suggestions are welcome for other Lemons, PM me if you have any idea’s!

(Please note that the idea for the band name and origin is Umiknad’s idea, and I wholeheartedly give credit for this. Thank you so much, and please check out @Umiknad ‘s profile for great stories!)

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“Aw, seriously?! C’mon!” Your friend stomped her feet in frustration and glared at you angrily. You shrugged your shoulders, sighing. “This is so not fair! How can all the tickets be sold out already?”

“Come on. We’ll get a takeaway, ‘kay?” You said, trying to reassure your friend, who was now close to tears. You glanced back at the poster she had been staring at with undisguised love a few moments before, rolling your eyes. The poster had been advertising a new ‘up and coming’ band, named SCRAP. There were 5 members of the band, but none were girls. Typical. They were all cute though, so they should have a massive female fan base; perhaps even a few dedicated male followers.

Your friend had been fangirling over these guys for months, and had practically fainted with happiness when she heard they were coming to play in your home town. Alas, when you had arrived a few days later after their announcement of their tour, every ticket had been sold out, much to your friend’s distress. You, on the other hand, hadn’t really listened to their music; and since your friend was prone to instantly falling in love with any one thing at any one time, you found it hard to keep up to date with her interests. So instead, you just nodded and accompanied her to whatever concert or event she was drooling over. Then again...

“Oh. My. God!” Your friend leaped away from you and pressed her face against the glass of an AllMates store. She turned to you with wide, puppy dog eyes. “(name)! Let’s buy one! Please! I’ll pay you back, promise!”

“Fine. Don’t go crazy though!” You followed her inside, observing all the different arrays of AllMates. There were birds and dogs, lizards and cats. Hell, there was even a blue lion over there! When you looked up, you saw your friend was admiring a small long-eared rabbit with pink and white stripes. Laughing quietly to yourself, you returned to scanning the pages of a guide on one of the counters. As you turned the page, you saw something that made your heart skip. It was a (fav colour/s) (fav animal) that was unbearably cute. It wasn’t a particularly new model, but all the same you felt the need to buy it at once. Noting down the category number on the information slip you made your way over to the desk, calling the attention of the assistant and showing him the card.

“Are you sure?” He asked, eyeing you up.

“Yes I am. Why?” You replied, ignoring him completely.

“I recommend a newer model, exactly the same but with higher grade standards.”

“I don’t care. I’m buying this one.” You brushed him off instantly. You weren’t interested in buying a newer model, especially one that was most likely triple the price.

“Very well.” He sounded put down, but nonetheless sidled into the back room to retrieve your new AllMate. As you were waiting your friend popped up beside you, once again adopting the innocent puppy dog eyes. Internally you sighed, what did she want now?

“I made my choice...” She sounded guilty, and it made you feel a little uneasy. What had she done?

“Which one?”

“That one.” She pointed to the largest AllMate in the shop, a towering Dragon that stood at least 9ft high. The price was ridiculous, over ¥200,000! (£1089.99+) Your jaw dropped, was she serious?!

“There is no way-” You stopped when you realised she was laughing at you. Realisation hit you hard, she had pulled a ‘spoiled princess’ joke on you. You smiled anyway, although you felt a little foolish for letting yourself believe it. “Oh haha. Very funny. Who says I’m still gonna buy you one now after that little stunt?”

“What?!” The smile was wiped off her face. “You can’t be-!”

“It’s okay, I’m only teasing!” You reassured her, and she stuck out her tongue in return. You grinned; sometimes she was just so childish. The man returned with your AllMate, groaning when your friend handed him her own information slip. While you were waiting, your friend admired your AllMate.

“It’s so cute! Is it a boy or a girl? What are you going to call it?” The barrage of questions was starting to give you a headache, so you decided enough was enough. Headaches didn’t exactly put you in the best of moods.

“Can’t you be quiet for just a minute?!” Your friend fell quiet with a cheeky smile. “Thank you. It is actually a (gender), and I’m calling it... (AllMate’s name)!”

“Oh, okay! It’s so cute! I wish I had picked it, I’m so jealous!”

“Are you ever happy with anything?” You sighed. Your friend was always so... flighty. She thought for a second before happily answering you, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“Nope!”

“Here you go. There is an instruction manual included, to help you get started. Please come again!” The clerk returned and slid a carefully packaged box over the counter. With both AllMates paid for, you left the shop. As your friend was skipping ahead you recollected that your AllMate hadn’t come with a box, or a manual. Something told you that activating the little AllMate was going to cause some problems, and probably a few mini rages.

Some days later, you sat in your flat, boiling with frustration. The AllMate had yet to be activated, and no one you knew could provide any help. Searching online wasn’t helpful either, most people just recommending an upgrade.

“For God’s sake just turn on!” You yelled. The emotionless AllMate remained inanimate. This further angered you, and once again you turned to searching online for help. You opened up the ‘search’ screen on your Coil and suddenly; an ad popped up in the left corner, and before you could dismiss it you saw that it was advertising repairs for old models of AllMates, alongside other trinkets.

“Junk Shop Heibon... Interesting.” With that you picked a warm jacket, stuffed your uncooperative AllMate into a bag and set off, locking the door with a satisfying click. The shop was only a couple of miles down the road, and it took you a few minutes to reach the battered old place. The sign was a little lopsided, and hand-painted, the windows piled high with products of all genres. Despite all of its run-down appearances, it emitted a cosy aura that was strangely inviting. You pushed open the door, distracted by the huge, towering piles that were stacked precariously on rickety shelves. Suddenly you came to a halt, soft fabric pressed against your cheek. When you looked up, your gaze met that of a young man’s. Feeling your face heat up, you jumped backwards hurriedly; bowing your apology.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see, I was just looking and I-”

“It’s fine. I should have said something, but I was lost in your eyes.”

“I, uh...” Your face felt on fire, the tips of your ears searing. The man was smiling gently at you. He looked around his early 20’s, no more than 25 tops. He had pale golden brown eyes and stark, electric blue hair that fell on his chest. He wore a dark blue t-shirt that was open necked, and light blue jeans held up by a studded turquoise belt. He was slim, and good looking. Really good looking. Then again, he looked familiar somehow...

“Don’t worry.” He laughed softly; his voice making your heart beat uncontrollably. His tones were light and lofty, but seductive. No! Don’t think about that, not here! His melodic voice brought you back from your fantasies.  He replaced the boxes he had been holding on the shelf above his head. “What are you here for?”

“Oh!” You mentally slapped yourself. Don’t go falling for every guy you see! You thought to yourself. Embarrassed, you explained to the young man why you were here. “I’m here because my AllMate, won’t um... turn on.”

“Hmmm... Let’s have a look at it.” You passed him your AllMate, watching him carefully as he eyed the flip up control panel in the stomach. He broke into a smile when he looked up at you, handing back your lifeless AllMate. “It’s fine. Just old, I have a new part if you want it.”

“Yes please.”  You agreed almost immediately, not knowing why. He smiled again and retreated to the back section of the store, where you could hear muttering and ruffling through boxes. While you were waiting (which you seemed to do a lot of nowadays) you spotted a small jellyfish plushie atop the counter. It was a pale silver, and extraordinarily cute. You reached out to grab it, the material strangely soft and tantalizing. Not being able to resist the urge to hug it, you squeezed against your chest, nuzzling it.

“So you like jellyfish?”

“Huh?!” The voice startled you, and you immediately withdrew the plushie from your chest. A figure stood over you, though his face was covered with a strange gas mask, though tufts of silver hair stuck out of the back. He wore a long white overcoat, with a lime green/yellow scarf curled around their neck, a white shirt and navy blue ¾ length trousers and large white boots to top off his strange attire.

“Do you like jellyfish? I have a jellyfish song; do you want to hear it?” He pressed, leaning forward so your face was inches away from his mask. You could see two shining purple eyes watching you carefully through the panes of the mask, and it was slightly unnerving.

“I’m not so sure...” You replied, uncomfortable to say the least. At that moment you heard footsteps approaching from the back room of the shop, but found yourself frozen; entranced by the man’s violet orbs.

“Clear! What are you doing here?” The bluenette had returned, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. “Stop scaring the pretty young lady and go home! And take the mask off, please?”

“Yes master!” The albino replied heartily, unbuckling the straps that held the mask around his face. When he removed it completely you felt a blush arise on your cheeks, this guy was... fit. He had a pale complexion, but vivid indigo eyes and a soft smile, perfect face bordered with soft white hair. Although his clothing choice was... strange, he was still pretty cute. You felt warm breath on the back of your neck, and felt goose bumps emerge on your arms.

“Sorry if he bothered you. This is Clear, a friend of mine.” You turned to face him, determined not to blush like a little girl.

“He’s quite sweet actually. Thanks. Have you got the part?” The boy laughed softly and winked seductively.

“You don’t need to get harsh; playing coy was enough for me.” Instantly you felt your face heat up again, and was about to stutter a retort when the boy turned away, sliding around the back of the counter. Forgetting the albino completely, you strode up to the counter, attempting a cool demeanour... and probably failing horribly, judging by the bluenette’s expression.

“Can you get it working?”

“Sure. It’s up and running. Have a look.” He passed you your new AllMate, of whom was making adorable eyes at you.

“(gender) has a name actually. (gender) is called (AllMate’s name).”

“Oh.” The boy looked taken aback. “Most people don’t give their AllMates names, well, not the older ones anyway.”

“Yeah well, I did.” For some reason the boy smiled gently, his golden brown eyes sparkling gently. As he packed up your parts and manuals, he paused for a moment, causing you to meet his soft gaze.

“Yeah, look. I don’t know if you want these, but...” He slid a VIP concert ticket across the counter. Suddenly the memory clicked into place, this guy was the lead singer of SCRAP! But before you could say anything he carried on. “We have a gig on Saturday, come if you want.”

“Sure!” He grinned mischievously at your instant answer. “No! I mean, my friend really likes you but all the tickets were sold out-”

“Calm down! Here.” He pulled another identical ticket out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Make sure you’re there, I’ll look out for you. Come back here and see me if you get nervous!”

“Shut up!” You retorted with a good-natured grin. Maybe this guy wasn’t such an asshole after all. Well, apart from his obnoxious flirting and apparently strange choice in friends...

“Names Aoba, Aoba Seragaki.”

“I’m (full name), nice to meet you Aoba!”

“My pleasure!” He waved you goodbye with a flirtatious wink, and you rolled your eyes with a smile. On the way out, Clear held the door open, his free hand extended for a handshake. You shook hands with him, and left, trotting down the street with a contented sigh. You wondered about the bluenette and jellyfish man, and how exactly they met each other.

“They are a strange pair... I wonder what the rest of them will be like...”