Bitter Sweet
Radio Girl and Angel Boy
My body froze. She was smiling? Why was she smiling? I was going to kill her. She would die. No. No. No. My heart felt heavy and cold. I couldn't let her die. I felt tears run down my cheeks. My breathing refused to obey me still, remaining horribly calm. My gaze blank. I won't kill her. The force of my determination burned in my chest. I won't hurt her. I refuse. The Kyuubi was telling me to tighten my grip. No. Kill her! No! Strangle her! NO! I refuse. I won't. I won't hurt her. KILL HER!
Prologue
In this town, just west of nowhere, this screaming busker had fallen in love… In love with a voice, which I'd heard just… once before on the radio, such a long time ago...
I bang it on the table. A low, crackling sound buzzes in my ears. White noise. I'm starting to think the radio's broken, but then it splutters into life. A sweet high voice echoes in my ears. I've heard it before. Somewhere. Sometime. So… so long ago, and yet…
I will always remember that voice.
She laughs, softly, sweetly from my crackly radio box … seemingly at the silly grin pasted on my face. She is discussing music with a strong, male voice, he laughs with her. I feel jealousy bubble inside of me. But then... she sings.
And all the fears, the worries, the cares… the cold... they're just swept away like someone has taken a broom and simply brushed them aside. It's an old, old song, some parts about love, some about sorrow; it is sweet and simple, yet… I feel my heart flutter. A smile on my lips.
The radio crackles loudly.
A glass is slammed against the table at the bar next door. I hear raised voices and… yep… definitely the tinkle of glass. It probably broke.
The radio dies. Furiously I bang it on the floor – suddenly acutely aware of the buzz and bustle of noise around me.
Her voice is gone. Lost in the hubbub of this street. I throw the radio aside in disgust. It hits the edge of my guitar – the strings hum at me like angry wasps. I apologetically take it into my arms, and play a few notes. Someone drops a few coins into my cap that lies at my feet. I nod my head in thanks.
Then I look up to see the feet walking past me. A pair of converse… Doc martin's… a potentially deadly pair of stilettos. Then a pair stops. Grubby trainers.
"It needs new batteries".
I look up. Female, young, quite pretty, lilac eyes, blue-black hair, and pale-skinned with a dainty, pointed nose. She wears baggy, designer ripped jeans and a purple and black Batman T-shirt. Her hair is down and flows across her back to her waist. She smiles and nods towards my radio.
"I beg your pardon?" I mutter.
"Batteries, for your radio" She hands me a five pound note "wouldn't want to miss the show".
"But…" I begin to protest.
"Keep the change" she says, with a smile… and just simply… walks away.
It was only later… when buying batteries at the local store, I realised that I'd heard that voice before. It was the voice of the girl from the radio.
It was her.
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A.N: Short Chapters, lots of updates – that's the way it goes! :D
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Extra Note: Inspiration for this story was also taken from the Maximum Ride stories by James Patterson. This is a edit from last year's NanoWrimo. :D