Author's note: Here I present you the first chapter of Awtsily's sequel for Shizuru's birthday! Enjoy everyone.
References:
Viele dank: Thank you very much in German.
Frau: a way to address woman.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mai-Otome or Negima!? but I do own every little character I create on this fic besides the usual XD "Disculpame por mis malos pensamientos" is owned by Panda while "Don't stop" by Innerpartysystem.
Chapter 1: Bleed, love
Australia, Sydney –Museum of the Contemporary Art
Small groups of young women and men chatted about the paintings around them as quietly as possible all around the museum. Shizuru's cherry eyes scanned her surroundings with a tiny glimpse of pride as she saw how the environment combined with her latest pieces of art. The exhibition room had lavender walls matched with the sapphire lights. Both combined with her silver framed pieces created a gorgeous scene, clearly enjoyed by her guests. The painter's gaze was solely upon the painting nearest her right side as she slowly walked toward it. Although many just watched curiously, some could barely refrain from ambushing the obviously displeased woman with their compliments or attempts to get her attention. At last she stopped in front of the painting she had been looking at. First, Shizuru traced the silver frame then went toward the name of painting and then finally stared at the sight it presented to her.
The cobalt lights and violet walls had converted the black and white painting into a mixture of various sapphire tones leaving the audience more room to interpret Shizuru's painting. The azure sky with its cerulean moon created an atmosphere of longing, likewise did the woman who stood at the sea shore. A simple 19th century, light-blue dress adorned her fine frame; her long, black locks complimented her attire. She had one of her hands stretched toward the sea and the other was on top of her chest. Looking closely enough, one could see the tears waiting to be shed from the blueberry eyes of the silky porcelain face. The painter's detailed inspection was soon cut off by the abrupt sound of Chie clearing her throat.
"Is something the matter, Ms. Hallard?"
The short black haired woman hardly flinched under the harsh glare and heartless tone of Shizuru. Instead, Chie chose to bow, smile softly and offer her arm. "It is time for the official inauguration, Ms. Viola."
The chestnut haired woman scolded quietly and took Chie's arm reluctantly as she was guided toward the center of the room. The closer they got, the more visible Shizuru's "team", who were lined up and formally dressed, became. The crowd waited patiently and soon surrounded Shizuru in a circle. They gazed at the thin yet beautiful figure of the painter, dressed in a long, smooth and elegant white dress, made cobalt thanks to the lights.
Shizuru ignored the lustful and admiring stares of her audience as she finally spoke. "Welcome everyone to my newest collection entitled 'Cyan'. As many of you have noticed, this is the first part, corresponding to the winter season, as I am using the color blue to enlightening my black-white paintings. An exquisite breathtaking scene isn't it?" she motioned to their surroundings before continuing. "I merely hope everyone enjoys my paintings and looks forward to the summer exhibition."
Shortly afterward, Shizuru disappeared from her colleagues and admirers, unaware of a shadow following her. The chestnut haired painter sighed tiredly when she finally arrived on the rooftop; she inhaled the fresh sea air of the city.
"She still has two week, daughter," Lynette Viola finally spoke once she noticed Shizuru relaxing. A little startled at the statement, the painter's eyes showed a glimpse of hope and surprise to her mother. "Do not give up hope, it's something you must not let go."
"My heart is broken in pieces, the love of my life is who knows where, and within two weeks my fiancée will be back to choose our wedding day. Forgive me mother if I don't have any hope," Shizuru replied harshly, covering her emotions with a familiar mask.
"It wasn't supposed to take this long."
"It has been done and I can't do anything because I have put my word on the line," slowly the painter began walking away, "Sometimes I hate myself for being such a prideful person. If I weren't, I could easily go back on my word and pursue my beloved."
"I'm sorry, daughter."
"Sorry won't erase the actions I have taken, my dear mother," Shizuru whispered coldly and finally left her mother alone with the one last haunting sentence. "Sorry won't bring back my love to forgive and forget the past so easily."
Gradually bypassing strangers on the street Shizuru's sharp ears caught the sound of a familiar voice. Her eyes widened when she stared at the wide screen television on display for one of the electronics shops. Hastily she walked closer to the shop and couldn't believe what was being transmitted.
A film strip flickered and began rolling hastily until it slowed down and the picture of Natsuki sitting on a chair, in an almost empty room was presented. The camera zoomed in on the singer whose head was cast down, blacks locks covering her entire face and shoulders. It began to descend and it now focused on the dripping hands of Natsuki. In a blink of eye the music began with loud guitar and drum beat. The singer's head snapped up and she began singing as she lifted her hands until they were in front of her face. A red drop of blood fell on Natsuki's cheek once the audience had seen the bloody gloved hands of the raven haired singer.
These hands, tainted with red are
for all the times I have dreamt of passionately murdering you
let's wash off all those times that you told me you loved me
a little poison and oil
let's dare a little deeper
A quick flash and Nao with Mikoto were revealed behind playing their rightful instruments. Natsuki, now standing over the microphone, singed loudly with her hands gripping the microphone tightly.
Because you, dead you are!
dead you will be!
chill out, already
since I only dare murdering you in my dreams
The screen flashed to another black-white scene where a tuxedo dressed Natsuki kneeled next to a bed. Her hands slowly found another woman's as she stared at the "sleeping" blonde on the bed. Steadily, she brought her hands toward her face and caressed them with her cheek. Still singing, the camera zoomed in on her face to reveal a wicked smile.
Forgetting all those moments we were together
I swear to you, I won't forget
since priority is revenge
let's toss, toss for the end with a cheap vodka in our hands
if you want beer, if you want, if you want a little more
The scene blacked out and became the first room with the band playing enthusiastically. Natsuki's eyes sparkled with mischief as she almost shouted the lyrics, soon Nao was singing along her.
Because you, dead you are!
dead you will be!
chill out, already
since I only dare murdering you in my dreams
Because you, dead you are!
(What you wanted, I gave it to you)
dead you will be!
(what I had I offered it to you)
chill out, already
since I only dare murdering you in my dreams
(now all I have left is wicked thoughts about you)
Another scene, this time the singer was carrying the same blonde as before in bridal style. Zooming in on their faces, one could finally realize that the blonde woman was dead and Natsuki's tuxedo had been covered in blood. The singer, with an expressionless face, kept walking until a garden full of white roses greeted her. The raven haired woman threw the blonde corpse into the roses, oblivious to whom or what she had between her arms. Slowly the white roses were covered by blood from the still bleeding wound of the murdered. Afterwards she kneeled in front of the woman and caressed her face.
Red looks good in you
mix with your eyes and skin
red looks good in you
bloody red
Natsuki stood up and bowed elegantly. She smiled at how the wedding dress and the majority of the roses had turned almost completely red with the blood of the blonde.
Red looks good in you (red looks good!)
Red looks good in you (red looks good!)
Red looks good in you (red!)
The scene went back to the room and the singer was rapidly singing with her band mates doing the same. Natsuki stretched her left arm as an offering while her right hand kept a firm hold of the microphone.
(red looks good in you!)
what you wanted, I gave it to you
(red looks good in you!)
what I had, I offered to you
(red looks good in you!)
now all I have left is wicked thoughts about you
(red looks good in you!)
because you, dead you are!
(red looks good in you!)
dead you will be!
(red looks good in you!)
chill out, already
(red looks good in you!)
since I only dare murdering you in my dreams
The film began fading with a grinning raven haired pointing at her head as the last picture became visible. Then a bedroom was shown and the camera zoomed out, revealing everything to be a dream and Natsuki wide awake in her bed with a living blonde sleeping next to her.
Everything began to feel dizzy for Shizuru as she put a hand on her face to prevent the unstoppable tears. Thoughts and regret invaded her mind during her walk back to her house.
On her way back, Shizuru kept bumping into many bystanders. The chestnut haired woman was too shocked to even acknowledge the quiet whisper of recognition coming from the latest. It was none other than Konoka Konoe who was also too shocked to chase after the clearly distressed woman.
Once she was safely in her house, Shizuru let out agonizing sobs one after another until she couldn't any more. Afterwards she moved to her couch, took a deep breath and turned the TV on. Her heart beat painfully as she watched Natsuki. The raven singer was noticeably enjoying the debut of her latest music video. She was comfortably sitting on a single sofa-like chair, a blonde man next to her sat on a chair of his own and a little further down a wide TV screen hanged.
"It seems you have turned to even darker aspects, have you not Frau Kruger?" A German man asked.
"Well, what can I really say?" Natsuki replied with a smirk. "I always wanted to try something like that, especially after I re-enforced my Spanish during my tour of Latin America." Vivid olive eyes looked at the camera and Shizuru felt a slight sensation of déjà vu. "They say Spanish is the language of love then why not try something totally opposite?"
"All I can say is you have gained a whole new range of fans."
"Vielen dank," The singer thanked before blinking and frowning.
"Is something the matter?"
Abruptly Natsuki smirked and shook her head. "I merely somehow began remembering a comment about long ago," she chuckled before standing up. The camera followed her as she waved to the small crowd in the studio. "Words will only become infinite if I expressed how grateful I am for everyone to come. That's why I have something special for everyone here" she then glanced at the camera and winked, "as well as for the ones watching me."
The camera's view turned to another side where Nao and Mikoto, with their instruments, awaited the singer. Natsuki grinned like a cat when she heard the cheering of her fans. Steadily she took the microphone and began singing softly, her gaze firmly on the camera as if she saw Shizuru in it.
The road I walk is paved in gold
to glorify my platinum soul
I'll buy my way to talk to God
So he can live with what I'm not
The selfish blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I'm the lie that you adore
I feed the rich and fuck the poor
At the lyrics words, Natsuki closed her eyes with a pleased smirk adorning her face.
I got, what you want
It's just, don't stop
I got, what you want
It's just, don't stop
This is entertainment
lies are entertainment
you are down on your knees
begging me for more
Once a Natsuki opened her eyes, Shizuru was greeted by a glimpse of agonized yearning before it turned into an enraged heartless one.
The road I walk is paved in gold
to glorify my platinum soul
I'm the closest thing to God
So worship me and never stop
The wretched blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I'm the lie that you adore
I feed the rich and fuck the poor
I got, what you want
It's just, don't stop
I got, what you want
It's just, don't stop
This is entertainment
lies are entertainment
you are down on your knees
begging me for more
Slowly, the rapid electronic beat stopped. Natsuki took a deep breath before continuing with a wicked smirk in her face and both of her hands extended to her sides.
Dear future
I bought you
I own the rights
To let go
Destroy you
This is my life
Dear future
I bought you
I own the rights
To let go
Destroy you
This is my life…inside
I got, what you want
It's just, don't stop
I got, what you want
It's just, don't stop
This is entertainment
lies are entertainment
you are down on your knees
begging me for more
(begging me for more)
begging me for more
I got, what you want
It's just, don't stop
The song was over and Natsuki gave a bow before the screen turned off.
"Natsuki…" Shizuru cried out.
She turned from the TV and closed her eyes, allowing fresh tears to fall from her pale face. The painter gripped one of the cushions of her couch and hugged it on her chest. A silent sob escaped her lips as the residual of the song still affected her. However, it was Natsuki's painful use of tone as she sang that affected her so much.
Outside, drops of rain began falling and a flash of thunder illuminated the dark living room of Shizuru's house. It was merely the piercing drops of water and thunderous sound that accompanied the painter's rather hushed sobs in the lonesome and dreadful house.
Omake:
Natsuki: Hey! I thought you belong there!
Beauty of Madness Natsuki: Well –smirk- I couldn't help visit, sis.
Natsuki: don't call me that!
BM Natsuki: -shrug- I can say I loved this –evil laugh-
Natsuki: -sniffs- where's Shizuru T.T
Rainee-chan: where indeed…
Happy birthday, Shizuru!
I will gladly hear what everyone has to say about the sequel…especially at my try of angst in it xD
