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Silent Prayers and Unspoken Goodbyes
By: RIP
Song One:
Meeting Gaku-sama
Verus One
The sky in Tokyo was a glow with a bright yellow light. It was sun rise. The shop keepers were beginning to open up their little stores, shouting “Moshe Moshe!!” to one another from the front steps of the establishments. A few cars drove down the street, none really catching the proprietors wandering eyes. None, Except a long white limousine.
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Ryou stared out the tinted windows of the limo she was currently confided to. She sighed as she watched the buildings flash by and the looks on the pedestrian’s faces, watching their car drive past.
Ryou was twenty years old. She was tall with long hair that was pulled into to elegant pigtails. It was naturally brown but she was constantly dieing it. Today it was blond with violet and ice blue streaks. Her skin was a light color which she painted white. Her lips were purple to match her eyelids. And, rimed in black, the thing that stuck out the most were her eyes. They were naturally purple, with red around the pupil’s edges. This, more then anything else made her appearance striking.
Her attire today was a Lolita style, form fit, long sleeve shirt. It came form her neck in a square that showed a slight bit of cleavage. Its cuffs started an inch from her elbow and were white and ruffled. On her chest and waist was a tight corset that followed her thin body line. She bore black gloves and a gold ring on her right hand. Her skirt was black with a lace trim. Upon her feet were tall black combat boots. The buckles were silver and were shaped like skulls. Her legs were crossed and her head in her hand.
The car was silent, most of its occupants asleep from the fourteen hours they had spent on the plane to pick up one of their band members who lives in the US, when the rest live in Germany. This Limo belonged to the band My Bleeding Angel and its manager, Felix. They were in Japan to begin their tour with Gackt Camui which would end back in Germany. And they were on their way to meet the man right then, after which they were to sign with Midi:Nette, Mana’s record Label.
The silence continued. The only sound was a soft Shif! Shif! Which came from a girl sitting next to Ryou. She was the same height as Ryou sporting short black hair with red bangs. She had strong green eyes that made her look cat like. She was wearing a black tee with MCR written across it in bold white letters. She had on black flare jeans and fingerless black gloves to reveal her black fingernails. She was reading a book called The Emerald Looking Glass. “Hey Zakuro?” Ryou asked the girl “What are you reading?”
Zakuro looked at Ryou and then at the book. “Oh! This?” she said “It a weird romance novel Fang lent me! It’s about to lovers who become blinded by jealous and they begin to hate each other. It’s a nice plot…”
Ryou looked at it. ‘‘Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of losing him to another woman. She couldn’t bear it. She closed her eyes and…’’
“What a load of crap!”
The two girls looked up to see the man across from them sitting up, his Azure eyes finally open and focused on them. “And what would YOU know about romance, cousin dearest?” Zakuro asked tauntingly.
The Man scowled at her as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was a Twenty-five year old punk with a strange attitude. He was taller then the girls by at least eleven inches. His hair went straight up then swiped to the right to cover his eye. It was died black with alternating green and red tips. He wore many piercings: one in his nose (dead center), a string lace on his eyebrow, seven rings in each of his ears, one through each of his nipples, and a spike through his abnormally long tongue, which merited him the nickname, Spike. He was wearing an open short sleeve, collared blue shirt to reveal his hidden piercings and his many tattoos. He also bore regular blue jeans and gloves to match.
His makeup was odd. On the corners of his eyes his eyeliner kept going and brought out his Japanese eyes. Then on the bottom it came half way down his cheek. His lips were painted deep blue with a slight sparkle to them. He glared at his cousins then said “It’s to girly, that’s all.”
Ryou snorted in angry. “Well,” he rephrased “It’s to girly for me, anyway.”
He kicked his feet up to a rest on the seat in between the girls. He was about to fall back into sleep when someone began screaming “SHO!!!!!!”
He, Ryou, and Zakuro snapped up to see a boy struggling to put the heads back in his portable Sony DVD player. He succeeded and the cry’s stopped. “Black!” Ryou giggled “You fell asleep watching MoonChild again?”
The boy nodded. Black-Sun Purrin was a sixteen year old boy. He was shorter then the girls but only by a few inches. He had purple hair that curled out at the edges. He was an albino with pure red eyes but a bubble personality. His painted black lips were always curled in a smile.
Today he wore a long sleeved black shirt with three belts strapped around each arm. On one hand he wore a purple glove; on the other he had raven claws. His parents were black and covered in little chains and handcuffs. They pockets and straps were embroidered in red. He was wearing black and red converse.
He smiled sheepishly as he closed the player and set it in between him and Zakuro. “So were there then?” they man across from black said in a flat, uncaring tone.
Fang was a cruel man. His hair was long and black. It was pulled into an aristocratic style ponytail at the base of his pale neck. His bangs fell down the sides of his face, framing it. His eyes were rimmed in heavy black liner that spiked out in many directions. His lips were black and thin to match his patience. His eyed were a sparkling blue.
He wore a long, black trench coat over a purple turtle neck and coordinating leather pants. It was tied at the center by an ammunition style belt. On his feet were high heeled boots. He scowled as he looked out the window, seeing they hadn’t quite reached there destination. Black was now rubbing his stomach hungrily. “Let’s stop for crepes!” he suggested that was met with an immediate NO from Fang.
Black pouted. “Come on bro!” Spike said giving the man a noggie “I know you’re hungry to!”
Fang pushed his twin away angrily. Ryou clapped her hands together. “Crepes sound great right now!” she said happily.
“Majority rules!” Mya laughed “We stop!”
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-I hope you liked part one! I'm currently working on part two as I speak! Thank you!
 xXAbyssal.DemonXx · Mon Jan 15, 2007 @ 06:51am · 3 Comments |
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