The Brother Complex
By Lazurline
Pairing:…hmm…BillxTom…
Rating: M
Hopefully I can find a community about Tokio Hotel fanfiction, I can barely find any!

Chapter1: Rent & Ricana’s


“Tom! Tom! Come out here, I need you to play ‘Reden’ so I can warm up my voice!” the delicately rushed voice of Bill Kaulitz can through the door of the suite of his older twin brother Tom--me, who was buried deep between two soft black and white down covers. I cringed before peeking over to the left to see the alarm clock say 16:00. Even if it was 2:00 in the afternoon it was WAY to early for Bill to be and so damn excited.

“Shit! Just warm-up with out me! Get Georg to play it!” I shouted back before removing one of the multi-blond dreads from my face.  Soon as those words left my mouth, I heard the curses from my thinner brother from the other side threatening to do something to me with soap, my guitar picks & a tube sock.

“Bill! I’ll just play it, okay?” the voice of Georg came from behind the door followed by Gustav.

“Plus, what if he has a girl in there? You’re totally ruining his vibe.” That made my hazel eyes widen and I sat up.

“You guy know if I had a girl in here--!”

“You’d have a ‘Don’t Disturb’ sign! Just like in the song!” a click was heard and the door was open and Bill rushed in and jumped on my bed and started pummeling me brother with a pillow while the other two watched on. “Now get your ass out of bed!” Bill yelled with a grin while he looked down and his mildly pissed off twin. Bill snatched away the teddy bear next to him and jump away quick. I made a bitch nose...not this again!

“Fuck! C’mon gimme Teddy back!” I screamed  jumping out of bed to attack himbut Bill nabbed a butter knife from the room service tray and held it under the poor bear’s neck.

“Uh-uh, come any closer and Teddy gets it!” he threathened with a one of those sly & evil, sickly grins.

“You’re sick you know that?!”

“If you want him back come to my suite.”

“Why can’t we do it here? Everyone else is here.” I said before I pulled on a tee shirt over my head.

And with that Bill looked around and he was right the whole band was their and Georg did bring his guitar and my acoustic guitar was on the other side of the bed. Bill shrugged and threw the teddy back on the bed.

“True…so c’mon guys. Gustav you can just keep tempo right? Good--Ein, zwei, drei.”

--

After kicking my band mates out my room after the impromptu practice on our days off from tour, I laid back on my bed and let these thoughts boil in my head. So far life has been so good to me, I had everything I wanted, Scream America after a rocky start, went double platinum, we’re playing sold-out arenas every night, being planted on every major magazine cover, blowing previous records out the water and my personal achievement—I performed alongside with Samy Deluxe at the BET awards and present an award. Everything was coming into perspective except in the one area that counts…love.

Yes, I, Tom Kaulitz is the salacious lady-killer of Tokio Hotel but I never really been in love. I don’t even believe in true love. And after hearing how great it is to be in love, I have to say I’m actually intrigued by it and would like to give it try. But how does that work? I’m an international star, how will I ever find someone for me and not Tokio Hotel?

“Tom?” I heard Bill’s voice and this time it was little and almost shy. Oh great, I bet there’s a…I dunno…a fly he wants me to kill and by the time I get there, we won’t find it and then he’ll realize it was just a little glimpse of his hair at the corner of his sight and sees it every time he turns his head...again. I opened my door to see Bill with sunglasses, a hoodie and a fake beard.

“What the hell?” I said in shock. Bill , looked manically around him and down the empty hall.

“Shh, c’mon let’s go out.” He whispered excitedly and I raise one of my eyebrows.

“Out? Dunja will kill us!” I whispered harshly and he stomp his foot childishly.

“C’mon this is fucking Miami! I’m not missing this experience!”

“Where will we go?” I asked and we heard s few voices from down the hall.

“Well damn, are you gonna let me in, brother?”

“Oh, sorry—where will we go Bill? We don’t know anyone here.” I questioned as he entered with his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“True, but we’re in South Beach and Ocean Drive is right around the corner and they always have big parties at night!” Bill smiled brightly as he jumped up and down in excitement. I grabbed his shoulders to still him.

“No…Bill, what if something happens? Our fans will kill us if something happens to us.”

“I have no problem if our fans kill us. They love us! It’ll be the best death ever!” my younger identical double grinned joyfully and still managed to jump up and down.

“No—it’s too dangerous!”

“Really? But with all those girls jumping around in barely anything by water? Unlike you, I’d like to see action—not get in action.” Bill remarked with a sly grin. Hmm…he did have a strong point…

“I don’t have a disguise!” I bebated as I scratched my head.

“Man, everyone here has dreads! Seeing a German with dreads isn’t shock and awe.” Bill began and I just had to snatch that ridiculous beard of him.

“With what clothes, idiot?!” I mulled over my clothes in my friend but then he took off the messenger bag.

“I got that covered!” he snickered as he turned the bag upside down to have clothes spill out. The first one he picks up are some black cargo pants. I looked at the pants and then his cheesy smile in disgust.

“Oh fuck go yourself Bill!” I said as rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom but he followed me.

“C’mon!” he beeged and I turned around to him sharply.

“Did you forget about the leg thing?!”

“Oh…” his faced dropped and he covered his mouth like it struck a nerve.

“You insensitive jerk. We shouldn’t go though, and you can’t get Georg to persuade me either.”

“No, I didn’t tell them.” My younger carbon-copy said in a small voice.

“Why not?” I asked. That was weird, everytime we’d try to go somewhere, and everyone goes. Hell, last time we got Gustav shit-faced in Las Vegas.

“I just wanted to spend some time as twins a little. We never really did. Plus I heard so much about the girls here.” Bill’s comment kinda surprised me. I mean, Bill’s interests in girls were only when he talked about fans or when he’ll fall in love.

“Oh really…like what?” I feel had to tickle this thought.

“That most of them are slim but curvy in all the right places! I’m-a bag me Cuban girl! Please Tom…they’re even Jamaicans you know you love those girl…and even white girls with dreads!”

“And you’d help me sneak one in?”

“Duh! Come on! At least wear this!” the vocalist squealed as he held up an olive green short sleeve shirt.

“What the fuck is that? A baby shirt?”

“Oh really funny! It’s mine!”

“No! I’m not wearing that bullshit! It’ll so tight you could see my heartbeat!” I nearly shouted before I heard a knock on my door.

“Tom? Tom, is Bill in there?” one of the tour hands asked through the door and Bill panicked.

“Yeah, he’s in here.” I said calmly and Bill blew out a breath.

“Yeah, I think I might sleep in here tonight Tobias.”

“Okay,” and with that we heard the footsteps fade. I looked back at the pleading version of myself. I sucked my teeth.

“Alright…fine.” I conceded. I always give in when it comes to him and yes, it does piss me off sometime.

“Yes! You know you’re my favorite brother right?” Bill said as he hugged me tight. I pried myself away from tight grip.

“I’m your only one you idiot.”

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“Aren’t you happy, we did this?” Bill said as they walked down the lively Ocean Drive. Bill was dressed in slightly baggy jeans, Nikes, and a long sleeves shirt under his sleeves black hoodie. He had a beanie and sunglasses on his adorable face. I snorted as we passed elaborate neon stores, and loud bars playing dance music. Of course I was happy; I’ve never seen a place like Miami. The ocean was literally across the street, the smell of the oceans was calming to the completely contrast of loud Reggaton music, the packed cars, gorgeous natives and drag queens in the street.

“I’m still here right? You were right, dreads are pretty common here.” I observed as I watched a sexy as hell girl walked right passed me and I had to break my neck to see her dark brown dreads falling over her plum bottom. Oh yes Bill, you rock. But what doesn’t rock is this shirt. I mean it wasn’t that bad. It was snug, but I work out every now and then. I guessed it made me look even sexier. That’s impossible, but still.

“Do you feel weird with your hair down?” Bill asked as we watched two intimidating guys pass us looking too interested in us. I had to laugh.

“No, I have a bandana on, so it doesn’t show the roots. I haven’t re-twisted them since we left Boston I think.” I said as I shoved my hands in the pockets of my Marithe + Françoise Girbaud pants. I did feel comfortable, except with these glasses that Bill said will make me look smarter and our fans wouldn’t know it’s me since I’m such a dumb fuck.

“Let’s go into here!” Bill said suddenly as he pointed into an entrance of a club. I looked up at the title.

“Rent & Ricana’s?” I said, inwardly proud that I didn’t have such a heavy accent.

“Ja, c’mon.”

Bill grabbed my arm and rolled my eyes are we flashed our I.Ds and the door. It was in German and the bouncer just raised an eyebrow to us.

“Tourist?” she asked in German and Bill was excited…black people speak German too!

“Uh…yeah! Can we go in?” Bill said with a flirty smile.

He step aside and we were met with a dark party with strobe likes every where. It was absolutely huge on the inside. It was like an arena, but outside it didn’t look like anything. Like a hole in the wall then an uber-chic and wild urban party. Bill jumped up and down in excitement and began walking into the center I grabbed his elbow.

“Where are you going?!”

“To dance Tom! That’s what people do in dance clubs! So smart!”

“We have to stick together!”

“Look just meet me at the door at 4am! Let loose a little, you’re not even acting like Tom! See ya!”

I watched Bill dance himself to Janet Jackson’s ‘Feedback’ to the mass of bodies and glowing lights. Yeah, Bill is right, what’s got into me?! I soon followed into the party and started dancing with everyone else. At first I wasn’t so into it but after a while I was dancing with everyone. I mean--I was dancing with white girls, black girls, mixed, Hispanics and this one girl, I didn’t know what the fuck she was but I was totally into it. And after a while I started dancing with this one guy but it wasn’t like we were up on each other like I would with girls. We apart and dancing across form each other and I guess I caught his attention.

“Are you new to Dade?!” he screamed in my face and I made a questionable face.

“Isn’t this Miami?!”

“Yeah, in Dade county!” he snickered and I nodded.

“Oh, yeah, I just here on vacation!” I said proud of all the English I could now understand.

“Oh, my name is Ian!” his smile was cool and inviting like he’d be someone I’d hang-out with if I ever had down time.

This Ian was very….hm…how do I say this without sounding gay? He had a caramel complexion and longer hair than me I think, it was in a low ponytail and really frizzy, he had a nose pierce and was a real good hip-hop dancer, he doesn’t look gay either.

“My name is…To…bias?” I almost slipped up and said Tom, but he didn’t notice.

“Cool! Let me show you somethin’!” We stopped dancing for a second and he started doing this dance—it was *weird Tom-sound effect*! It looked so simple but so cool. I started doing it too and he nodded his head and laugh like a proud parent would after teaching their kids how to do something incredible. I soon found out later that I was called the Wu-tang and really popular. Soon into the night I and Ian started dancing with more and more girls! God, it was like a plethora of women almost naked dancing and sweating. Soon my pockets were filled with numbers.

“Wow, for a white guy you can really dance! Where are you from?” He said as he sat at the bar during the more lame songs that weren’t so exciting. I smiled.

“Thanks…I guess. I’m from Germany, you?”

“I’m from here but I have my roots in the islands. I went to Germany once, my dad’s from there.” He said in German and my mouth dropped.

“Cool, so don’t have to struggle with my English with you then?” I said is Deutchs and he smirked.

“Nope, not at all. What do you drink?”

“Anything…wow what’s that glowing thing he’s drink?” I said as I nodded my head towards the guy next to us drinking a green glowing the dark liquid. Ian shook his head.

“That’s called the Hulk. One shot and you’re fucked up for the whole night, and two days later.”

“Wow, never mind!” I giggled before he tapped my shoulder.

“Hey look at that guy on the platform!”

I turned around to see a real familiar figure on the platform and the crowd going wild while he danced slow and seductively on the stage. Fuck! That’s for being under cover Bill.

“He’s having too much fun ain’t it?” Ian asked as Bill popped his hips and wind his slim hips so slowly and salaciously. The crowd went wild.

“That’s my brother…” I said as I turned back around and chewed on some almonds that they had on the bar. Ian’s adorable face was contorted in confusion.

“Really?” he said as if it was an inconceivable thought. I snickered.

“Yeah my twin…identical.”

“You lie like a rug…really? You guys look so different.”

“Yup,” I said before I finally ordered a shot of Hennessey.

“Is he gay…oh…wait never mind.” Ian began before he end slowly. I looked back and the song changed and Bill was dancing with his really cute shorter girl.

After a while Bill got off stage and then I heard an all too familiar guitar riff. Ian went crazy!

“Oh shit! They’re playing ‘Scream’!” Ian shouted before jumping up and down and off to the crowd. I followed right behind him, fighting my on coming grin.

“What?! You like Tokio Hotel?!” I said teasingly and he shook his head “No” so hard I thought it’ll rip right off his slim neck.

“No! My kid sister went to their concert last night I think…and …she’s always playing it, so after a while, ya know!”

We ran into the crowd and went wild and I couldn’t stop grinning. Everyone knows our song! I mean even the bartenders! Soon I found Bill and again and we started screaming our lungs off. Of all the concerts we’ve performed…this experience is no better. I mean being among the fans is indescribable! I actually felt, really proud. Of all the songs and all the race of people they all are singing one of our songs in total harmony.
--

After a few drinks and dances Ian had to leave.

“It sucks, because I knew I had to go to work tomorrow.” Ian giggled as we ordered our second shot.

“So you came anyways?”

“Uh...ja! That’s what you do in Miami. I’ll be so shit-facedly hung-over tomorrow. Here’s my number just in case you stay longer here.” He smiled as he scribbled his number down on a napkin. I folded it and placed in my pocket.

“Thanks I haven’t ever made a true friend since Germany.” I said genuinely and he blushed as the bartender came with our drinks. We made a toast and took the shot to the head.

“No problem, I’ll see you Tobias.” He said politely as he patted my back.

“OK, bye Ian. Dream of me!” I shouted as he left and he turned around and snorted.

After saying bye I took out my phone, to program the number in...wow I get no service in America…it was 4:30 already.

“Shit, how am I gonna find Bill?” I said to myself. I siphoned through the crowd until I reached the back to see Bill full-on, flat-out making out with the same girl he was dancing with earlier. I didn’t know why I felt physically sick just observing the scene but I was. It was just tongue and groping. I didn’t even realize the jealousy in me rising.

“Bill!” I shouted and he turned around to me. He was giggly as he locked eyes with me.

“Oh Tom…is it time to go now?” He asked before the girl kissed his check and he rubbed her thigh.

“Yes! It is! Let’s go now!” I barked and all the wrath I didn’t know I had spewed out of me.

“Well what the hell happened to you? Are you ready to take your girl to the hotel now?” Bill asked gently as he stood up. I felt like something in me snapped, to be honest.

“No, were not taking anyone with us! ”I grabbed Bill by the arm and dragged him through the crowd.

“Shit! Tom let me go!” he countered but I drug his little ass until we got outside the club and down the street and stared him down.

“What’s wrong with you?!”

“What?! What the fuck did do wrong?!” he flared up and I just barely had control of my anger.

“You were just there…dancing on the stage and making out with strangers--!” I geban before he sliced me off.

“Listen to what YOUR saying! You do that almost every night!”

“So!” I don’t think I ever yelled at Bill, at least not like this. He then shifted his eyes around.

“You’re making a scene!” he whispered harshly and I sucked my teeth.

“I don’t care!”

“You are such a contradiction! You’re just fucking jealous! You want all the attention from girls to yourself! You make me sick!”

With that said Bill stormed off in the direction of the hotel and felt a headache coming on. I blinked and suddenly it was starting to get a little brighter.

“Shit, I can see sunlight creeping up, Bill! Bill!”

I ran after him. Sneaking out the back is no sweat, but how are we gonna get back in the hotel with all the fans camped in front?!