Ying Yang

Ying-Yang
All characters belong to us, the authors, and no one else.
The story is based in the UK.

Prologue

Candle light flickered sinisterly onto the poster filled walls, highlighting the faces of such rock legends as Corey Taylor and Marilyn Manson. Contained inside this domain of teenage goth roomage two girls of similar age frantically prepared for the night ahead. Annie buried her head into a drawer of miscellaneous clothes and randomly threw garment behind to contribute to the already mounting debre on the floor. Faith however sat encircled by potent smelling candles lost in her own meditation, and determined to rid herself of the pre- concert jitters. However her humming was in vain, Annie’s cursed attempts of finding an out fit sliced through her inner sanctum and created a hilarious atmosphere for onlookers.
“What the Fuck are doing? Your meant to be getting ready not sitting their like the idiot you are” Annie yelled, things were not going as planned.
Faith ignored the frustrated girl whilst increasing the volume of her humming. Annie glared at her before stomping over to where Faith was sitting. Filled with rage she whacked her viciously.
“Hey what was that for?” Faith responded whilst rubbing the back of her head.
“To get you out of idiot mode, besides I don’t know what to wear” Annie stated.
“Well you can wear white for a start” Faith pointed out.
Annie gave her the ‘I-know-that-I’m-not-that-stupid’ look, while slightly glaring.
“Okay, Okay, hmmmmm try the white skirt with the bows on with the ivory corset, and have the white satin shimmer top on above that. For the boots you should wear the knee high Snakeskin, ice coloured boots with those heels. Your hair should be put up in two pig tails with white bows on the top” Faith suggested.
“Sounds good, I’ll go change” She replied whilst finding the suggested items.
“Right then, what should I wear” Faith mumbled to herself when Annie rushed out of the room to change.
Faith rolled some stones to let the fates decide her wardrobe.
“Okay so I have to wear black velvet corset, leather trousers, and leopard print boots. Okay, if that is what you think I should wear” So she proceeded to find the items that fate had picked out for her.
Annie had finished getting changed into her uber cool white and ivory concert outfit. She went to the room that held hers and Faith’s many concert clothes and accessories. What she saw was a fashion disaster.
“Right, so you are able to give me good fashion advice, but you can’t seem to take it yourself- you didn’t let the fates decide again did you?” Annie asked.
“Ummmmm, maybe I should change” Faith decided.
At that moment Kanaye, Annie’s younger brother, came into the room.
“Oi 5minutes until we have to go and” he looked Faith “ I didn’t know that you owned Leopard print boots?” he asked.
“Yeah Well there’s lots of things you don’t know about me” she swiftly replied to him.
“Yep, like you two don’t know about my bondage fetish… Shit, see ya in a bit” he quickly said while running out of the room “Oh yea sis there’s a package for you, think its for mum” he shouted back.
“Kanaye… my brother… bondage… ewwwwwwww… who the heck would do that with him… ewwwwwwwwwww” Annie said while twitching slightly and closing her eyes, trying to get rid of disgraceful images appearing in her head.
“If I had known that about Kanaye, I would have gone out with him, before he turned gay” Faith said aloud to herself.
“Ewwwww… that’s my brother your talking about… and he’s gay so he’s not attracted to you, so hah! Now get changed and be downstairs in two” Annie ordered as she left to collect her package.
She walked down the stairs of her huge house that she had brought with her parents money, :).
“Right brat, you ready to go, and where is my package” she said while picking her guitar up that she had called Gilbert.
“Yeah I’m ready, do you approve your highness” he said while giving a little twirl to show off his full outfit. Electric blue spiked tips erupted from his dark hairline, Contrasting against the skin tight red top and baggy black combat trousers. A black chocker reinforced his sexual preferences, an eye, engraved on a metal part of it, surveyed Annie below. ‘Tar’ his guitar hung loosely by his side, unfortunately like his elder sister Kanaye had picked up the trait of unnecessarily naming items, it came with their materialism.
Faith strutted down the stairs looking better and older than before, her silver hair rolled down her back like a smooth steam of water, against the darkened flesh beneath. Stood beside her friend Kanaye was reminded of why their band was named originally. Faith an image of darkness with her crown of white, Annie the shining figure of virginity and her lustful dark hair… together they were ‘Ying-Yang’.
“Kay then, lets go” she suggested once she was downstairs.
“To the concert” Annie shouted while grabbing her car keys and pulling the other two out the door and to her banged up F-reg. Nissan Micra that Annie had named ‘Sparky’.