Voice Without Speaking
Ha ha!!! It's me ^_^ This'll probably be short; I'm not good at sticking to things… (I'm not sure yet wheather I mean the chapter or the story…) HE he… as usual, don't own any of the characters, or I'd be one rich phsycho. As opposed to just a phycho. Don't sue, no $. L
Shinji shuddered as an unexplainable tremor tore through him. Walking steadily on, he barely noticed that he had forgotten to drop off his chello in the beloved orchestra room. The bulky instrument wheeled steadily behind him on a small wheeled form, designed originally for suitcases, but proudly adapted as an 8th grade project to accomidate the chello perfectly.
Clack. Clack. Clack. The contented sound of wheels meeting cracks in the sidewalk didn't awake the highshooler from his stupor.
Soft strains of music drifted from somewhere in the distance. Shinji's subconcious registered them – Ode to Joy. His mind flickered, and finally broke free from his detatched state.
(AN: Yes, I know that was a weird sentence. Gomen…)
Shivering, Shinji marched gloomily on, now fully aware of his ridiculous burden. (It was so easy to forget his chello; it was as a part of him as his own skin.) Ode to Joy, to him, seemed to hold a hidden meaning that he couldn't grasp, as if in some other world, even such a radiant song was mearly the beginning of a painful tragedy. That song, in particualar, haunted him, and tugged at his soul.
Fragrance of the seashore.
Now where?…
Phrases, lately, had a habit of slipping in and out of his mind on their own accord, senseless little snippets that had no right being there…
Fragile like glass.
//Hardly me//, Shinji thought amusedly. //Hardly me. I've aced the test today in History, got first in track, and I am first chello. Among other things, that is.//
---Shinji's POV---
The ground is soft, now a dirt path, and I know I must have strayed. Music is in the distance, music that calls to me. I'll admit, I enjoy music, but this is…
Passion. Betrayal. Fierce joy, and the need to live. The will to live, so high strung and desparate as to cling to last minutes… then the sense of throwing it away for…
To be or not to be. It makes no difference.
Such a frightening thought, that death was similar to life. Hardly one of my own – it was as though the music spoke, putting such ideas into my head.
I stumble towards the general direction of the music; it's silly, but I really want to meet the composer with a talent for such a voice. A voice able to speak without words. It's a violin, by the sound, but I was so sure it sang, somehow. It was a lure, dragging me towards it. And I didn't care, it was so entrancing.
Forest is enclosing the pathway, now. My feet seem to know this trail, and I don't need to think about where to step. My body is so sure, and my mind is a tangle of confusion, only following bare instinct. Needles prickle beneath my tennis shoes, and dust rises to soil my school uniform. I don't really notice much about the passing scenery, except for one angry squirrel who seemed to believe I was whatever had stolen the nut that was so impossible to find. And the other squirrel, later on, who seemed quite pleased with himself. The devious rodent had a nut that I could guess easily where it came from.
Slowly, the humble road emptied into a well-trodden clearing. The music was eerily close now, and I looked around for the souce. I was greeted with a majestic sky, lined with a ragged border of evergreens, and for a moment, I feared that there was nothing, that I was hearing things, music with no origin, and that I had finally cracked…
When I came face to face with two ruby eyes staring intently from a pale, albino face.
Ha ha!!! It's me ^_^ This'll probably be short; I'm not good at sticking to things… (I'm not sure yet wheather I mean the chapter or the story…) HE he… as usual, don't own any of the characters, or I'd be one rich phsycho. As opposed to just a phycho. Don't sue, no $. L
Shinji shuddered as an unexplainable tremor tore through him. Walking steadily on, he barely noticed that he had forgotten to drop off his chello in the beloved orchestra room. The bulky instrument wheeled steadily behind him on a small wheeled form, designed originally for suitcases, but proudly adapted as an 8th grade project to accomidate the chello perfectly.
Clack. Clack. Clack. The contented sound of wheels meeting cracks in the sidewalk didn't awake the highshooler from his stupor.
Soft strains of music drifted from somewhere in the distance. Shinji's subconcious registered them – Ode to Joy. His mind flickered, and finally broke free from his detatched state.
(AN: Yes, I know that was a weird sentence. Gomen…)
Shivering, Shinji marched gloomily on, now fully aware of his ridiculous burden. (It was so easy to forget his chello; it was as a part of him as his own skin.) Ode to Joy, to him, seemed to hold a hidden meaning that he couldn't grasp, as if in some other world, even such a radiant song was mearly the beginning of a painful tragedy. That song, in particualar, haunted him, and tugged at his soul.
Fragrance of the seashore.
Now where?…
Phrases, lately, had a habit of slipping in and out of his mind on their own accord, senseless little snippets that had no right being there…
Fragile like glass.
//Hardly me//, Shinji thought amusedly. //Hardly me. I've aced the test today in History, got first in track, and I am first chello. Among other things, that is.//
---Shinji's POV---
The ground is soft, now a dirt path, and I know I must have strayed. Music is in the distance, music that calls to me. I'll admit, I enjoy music, but this is…
Passion. Betrayal. Fierce joy, and the need to live. The will to live, so high strung and desparate as to cling to last minutes… then the sense of throwing it away for…
To be or not to be. It makes no difference.
Such a frightening thought, that death was similar to life. Hardly one of my own – it was as though the music spoke, putting such ideas into my head.
I stumble towards the general direction of the music; it's silly, but I really want to meet the composer with a talent for such a voice. A voice able to speak without words. It's a violin, by the sound, but I was so sure it sang, somehow. It was a lure, dragging me towards it. And I didn't care, it was so entrancing.
Forest is enclosing the pathway, now. My feet seem to know this trail, and I don't need to think about where to step. My body is so sure, and my mind is a tangle of confusion, only following bare instinct. Needles prickle beneath my tennis shoes, and dust rises to soil my school uniform. I don't really notice much about the passing scenery, except for one angry squirrel who seemed to believe I was whatever had stolen the nut that was so impossible to find. And the other squirrel, later on, who seemed quite pleased with himself. The devious rodent had a nut that I could guess easily where it came from.
Slowly, the humble road emptied into a well-trodden clearing. The music was eerily close now, and I looked around for the souce. I was greeted with a majestic sky, lined with a ragged border of evergreens, and for a moment, I feared that there was nothing, that I was hearing things, music with no origin, and that I had finally cracked…
When I came face to face with two ruby eyes staring intently from a pale, albino face.