Everything and Nothing

by Blake!

Really, I don't know where I'm going with this, so I guess you could say it's all improvised. XD I hope you like it! Please R&R, too, because I need motivation to get the rest done!

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Perfect. Everything seemed just and true when he sang. His heart nearly ached with pain just from the amazing adrenaline and pure joy he'd gotten when on the stage, with the assistance of his two companions behind their respective instruments. The lights shimmered, or what he would like to say 'sparkled', in a perfect twilight which seemed to surpass the feelings beyond anything else. The music surrounded him as he sang all of his heart and mind, feeling triumphant, as if nothing could ever tear him from what was discovered to be his destiny.

It was a stomach-turning decision; to leave for a solo career, an attempt to expand his horizons and touch different parts of the globe. One at a time, starting with America, in which he'd been assisted by a tall blonde. His life, and lifestyle, changed in those moments, no longer recognized as member of an elite band, and he'd found himself taking his time. Only to live along the standards of the middle class -- not that such was awful, but it wasn't what he'd planned.

He was made for Japan, and vice versa. Here, they knew him and idolized him; worshipped him; begged for what seemed nearly scribbles, and in fact they were, on pictures of himself. It made him wonder when or how it was that so many people had pictures of him, his own fame nearly inconceivable, incomprehensible to even himself.

Yet, he felt useless.

His performance was through, and all was accomplished. It was almost as if that was all they needed from him -- his talent; his voice; his passion for music. Kumagoro was the only one that could recognize him beyond the talent, beyond what emotions he'd acted out among his peers. Not one was caring enough as to observe him beyond that, save Kumagoro. He wasn't a mere child at heart. His plush bunny he'd kept so sincerely, sacredly close was there not because he was less intelligent, or more naïve than others, but rather due to neglect. Throughout his life.

It was raining. Rain to him was almost comforting, in its gentle scent and admirably careless sojourn amongst the sidewalk. He closed his eyes, bowing his head in a wise of still melancholy, taking a careful stride as he passed occasional men and women in suits, adorning their little attractive black umbrellas, which protected them from the gentle drops of water. He kept Kumagoro protectively hidden beneath his jacket, keeping its head slightly in the open, allowing it to 'breathe'.

By the time he reached the park, the tips of his olive hair had begun dripping water, his navy blue jacket darker now from the absorption of rain, causing him to shiver occasionally, although coping. "Ne, Kumagoro", he said as he took a seat on a wet bench, oblivious as he pulled out his faithful companion; his state of mind again acted, as if anyone he knew could be watching him, "I didn't think it was going to rain today." After taking a last glance about, he held the plush close to him; closing his eyes, tears mixing with rain.