Songs of Fire and Ice
Prologue
Yawning, Christoph got up from his bed in the hotel he and his band mates were in, his black hair a mess, as usual, and, reaching for the nightstand next to his bed, Christoph thought, "This tour in Shibuya is going to rock. Now, what songs to do, what songs to do......." as he took his glasses out of their case and put them onto the nightstand, and went to his suitcase, getting clothes out for the day.
Then he heard the shower turn on and a yelp occur. "Turned on the cold water, Carl?" Christoph said to the boy in the restroom, standing in front of the door.
"Oh shut up, would ya, Christoph?!" came the reply from the restroom. The voice of Carl's was deeper than any of the other's, which was why he was the lead singer.
"WHY did I get forced to share a room with Carl, anyway?!" Christoph thought, stomping over to his suitcase and getting out of his pajamas and into his clothes, a black shirt with a pale horse, the band's logo, on it, black pants, and black Nike shoes. Than he put his glasses on, and waited for Carl. Guy was definitely not one of the ones that could handle themselves in a strange place when alone.
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Max grumbled as he waited for Benjamin to wake up. Sure, he could have just pushed the guy, or shaken him, but that would make the drummer mad, and a mad Benjamin would mean no drumming during rehearsal.
Sighing, Max got out his DS and started playing Pokemon Diamond, volume off. Benjamin's snoring was definitely dieing down, and Max knew that meant he was gonna get up soon.
Max himself was in a red leather vest, black jeans, and gold and black sneakers, as well as a golden cross in honor of his grandmother, though only the band knew that. His dyed crimson red hair was slicked back in a spiky style, with a spiky ponytail. The purple eyes of Maximof Vergil Yorsinski, called Max by all his friends, stared at the screen of his DS, wanting to just skip Cynthia's speech at the endgame match.
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A few hours later, we find the band of Pale Horse at the Concert Stage area, filled to the brim with fans. Most, if not all of these fans were Japanese, as the band's tour had taken them to the Shibuya district of Tokyo, Japan.
The concert was going well, until the intermission, which the band of Pale Horse spent backstage, just lounging around, panting, Carl more than anyone, and Christoph was the only one breathing through his nose, even though he told everyone else that nose breathing was better than mouth breathing, as the lips wouldn't dry when breathing through the nose.
Taking a drink of water, Carl said, "Alright, what song are we gonna play next?" to his other Riders of Apocalypse. It was an inside joke that the band mates were the four riders of apocalypse, since their logo, which only Christoph wore, was the symbol of the apocalypse, a pale horse. None of the four band mates actually BELIEVED that apocalyptic stuff though, they just had it as an inside joke.
Christoph suggested one of their less played songs, but it was shot down by the others because of that reason. "Oh come on, it's a good song! Why NOT play it?" he asked, thinking they didn't have a reason to not play besides it was less played.
Max looked like he was thinking, Benjamin was just lying on his back, and Carl, still panting, said that Christoph just wanted to play it because of the solos. "Okay, yeah, the solos are fun to do, but come on, the fans deserve something different, don'tcha think?" Christoph fired back, and all three others thought about it.
The stage manager came into the room, saying they had five minutes left till they had to get back out there.
Shaking his head, Christoph got up, said "Think about it." and left for the restroom. After almost accidentally scalding his hands from the hot water while washing his hands and leaving the restroom, Christoph met a boy with rather light colored hair, looking about his age, give or take a year, and wearing jeans and a button up shirt that made his girlish looks somewhat girlier.
"Uh, hi. Who are you?" Christoph asked the boy, who just said he was a fan that wanted an autograph with a shrug of his shoulders. Shrugging himself, Christoph said, "Got anything to sign and sign with?"
The boy took one of their hit CDs out of his back pocket, and a pen out of the other. When Christoph took the CD, he noticed it was the only one NOT made platinum. "To…?"
"Joshua." the boy answered. Writing down in print the boy's name, and his own in cursive, Christoph then gave the CD back, not at all curious as to why the name was American, or why the boy said it without an accent.
"So," Christoph began, "why're yo—"
Then the stage manager came over to him and said, in a frantic voice, that the others were getting ready now. "Ah crap. Seeya later, Joshua-san!" Christoph said in farewell, running for the stage.
Looking at the CD in his hands, Joshua reached to his back pocket, again, but, instead of putting the pen in, which he dropped, Joshua pulled out a……gun. Aiming the silenced nozzle at Christoph's back, Joshua fired three rounds. They all hit their mark.
Christoph's body made a thump upon landing.
Several minutes later, the other members of Pale Horse saw their bassist on the ground, covered in blood. Only one of them, Max, turned around in time to see the very same boy that killed Christoph pointing a gun at him. For some reason, his mouth wouldn't open, and he couldn't even move upon laying eyes on the boy.
Three more silenced shots, and Max fell over, on top of Christoph's facedown body. No one ever saw Joshua as they passed him.
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Welcome, to my and a friend's work on a TWEWY fanfic. I, am Shinku Ryuuga, my friend, Lyon. He and I shall be alternating chapters, so expect no normal schedule. Thank you, and please review, and expect a new chapter sometime soon.
