Melody Breakers
by SethRyne
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Rantings of the Deranged Writer:
OK people… First and foremost sorry for the messy outcome of my first post. I didn't have time to clear that out. Now, I don't know if there's any use writing this down, but I'll do it anyway. This story was first written under the pen name 'verge404'. I would like to point out that we are the same person. I tend to use a lot of pen names. Hehehe
I would also like to clarify that the songs and the characters are not and I repeat NOT mine. I just borrowed them for my evil purposes. Mwahahahahahaha!!!!! (Lightning and Thunder background). In this area, I would like to ask its owners to please and I mean PLEASE (takes out Puss in Boots with those cute eyes… ) not sue me. I am a pauper! I AM A FOOL! I AM AN ESCAPED CONVICT! Opppssss… Not that one… Hehehe
Lastly, I would like to say that this is actually a true story and is in fact based on the life of one of my closest friends. I just altered a few things so that it could fit into my hideous schemes. Oh Yeah! By the way, don't forget those reviews! I just love getting flamed! The way Byakko's Recon (look for Forever Promise under Zoids) loves being depressed….
Enjoy!!!!
In the beginning…
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Chapter 1: When I See You Smile
He wanted to get away. Sure, being an only child has its perks, but then, to have your mother dote on you and keep looking over your back, and an army of nannies bursting in on you and go into hysterics at the slightest sign of dirt on you, well, you'd rather wish you were like other kids. Or better yet, you are another kid.
But Nicholas Tasuki O'Brien wasn't like any other kid. He was the only son of Douglass O'Brien, one of the most powerful men in Europe, owner of six telecommunications companies, three computer software developing firms and countless of other companies. Not to mention millions of stocks and shares in various banks and investment firms. His mother, Kamatari Fujiwara, on the other hand is of Japanese descent. Born of the great Soga Clan of ancient Japan and relative to no less the than the Emperor. In both eastern and western regions of the world, his family is treated like royalty, and him? Like a prince.
And he's bored. Tasuki felt caged. Constricted. It's like every move he makes is monitored by a surveillance camera or something. He needed, no, wanted to get out. And what's a kid got to do? Go out of course!
Tasuki walked the streets of Tokyo like it was his second home. As if he had lived there all his life. Well, there is truth in that. He knew every street, every alley, and every dead end. His family, after all, had come and gone to Japan for years, either for business or just pleasure. And, obviously, each time he found a way to sneak out and spend time with his beloved city without being noticed. And now, he peacefully spent his day sleeping under a Sakura tree and eating peanuts.
'Finally! Peace and Quiet!' Tasuki relaxed against the tree, not a care in the word, and fell asleep.
Tasuki woke to the sound of shouting from the clearing not far from where he was. Acting on his instincts, he stood abruptly and sprinted towards the source of the sound. What he saw was a skinny, young girl, probably his age, with longish purple hair surrounded by three gangly looking boys. BY the looks of things, they were ganging up on the poor creature just for the sport of it. Although he very well knew that the frail-looking creature could defend itself, judging from the blood on one of the attackers' noses, he knew that the odds were still against the girl.
'Well…' he thought cracking his knuckles, 'we can do something about that.' He grinned. He casually approached the group, like he has just another passerby taking a stroll at the park instead of looking for trouble.
"Three to one?" He started. "That's not fair ya know."
The gang stopped suddenly and simultaneously turned to the voice, momentarily halting the assaults on the girl.
"Oh yeah?" Said on of the three boys, sneering.
"Ses who, twerp?" Tasuki grinned at the boy, not even flinching at the sound of trouble that was ringing in his ears.
He put his weight on one hip and said cockily, "Well, I did of course!" He answered. Then, looking at the boy at the very center, assuming he was the leader of course, "Got a problem with that?" With that said, Tasuki quickly calculated their chances of winning, taken that the kid stayed to help him fight rather than run sob in her momma's skirts, and found it fairly good. Sure, the three boys were huge. Too big for their age, with stocky builds, trunk-like arms but zero on brain power. (a/n: Think Crabbe, Dudley and Goyle of Harry Potter! Hehehe!! Joke!)
Tasuki smiled at the last thought, 'Yup! All brawns, no brain.'
"Yes! A big one." Said 'Goyle'.
"Hehe. You asked for it!" 'Crabbe' started cracking his knuckles readying for the first blow.
As years of training taught him, Tasuki took a ready stance and surveyed his opponents, ready to block any move. The fight was just to begin, when suddenly…
"Wait just a cotton pickin' minute!" The purple haired girl stood from where she was huddled on the ground. All four boys stopped at their tracks and simultaneously looked towards the girl. Not noticing the attention she was receiving, she marched towards Tasuki stopping only when she was but a few inches from him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The girl snapped making Tasuki cringe. "This is not your fight! Don't you know how to mind you own business?"
The girl was fuming mad and Tasuki couldn't muster the energy to speak. He just stood there gawking.
"Well…well…well… Isn't that a pretty sight." A voice from behind stopped the girl's ranting. The two of them looked to see who it was. It was 'Dudley' looking at them with disgust.
"Gaijin pests sticking up for each other." 'Goyle'
"How sweet… It makes me wanna puke!" 'Crabbe'
The girl pivoted facing the group and shouted. "How many times do I have to tell you low-lives? I am not a gaijin!" With that, the girl threw a well-placed left hook towards Crabbe sending him flying backwards. Turning towards the other two, she crouched readying for the next attack.
Tasuki looked rather impressed at the girl's fighting skill. 'If I didn't know any better,' he thought, 'I'd think she's actually a he.' He chuckled and got in to the program.
Dudley and Goyle watched as Crabbe flew from his position then turned to the girl. They were about to attack when Goyle felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and stars exploded.
"Ch'! Don't forget about me!' Tasuki quipped as he looked at an unconscious Goyle. Grinning. Tasuki stole a sideward glance towards the girl, 'Hmmm…' he thought, 'she's pretty.' Smirking. 'Fights good too.'
The girl on the other hand hadn't realized that she was being watched. She was busy fending off Dudley. The fight was intense, Dudley being the most muscular and the strongest of the three.
Just then, Dudley made a move to grab her. Moving on instinct, she grabbed Dudley's extended arm and turned such that she was behind him in one swift motion. She then thrust her hips upwards and put all her weight on her arms, successfully throwing Dudley.
Tasuki, on the other hand, was too occupied watching the girl that he didn't see a shadow approaching him from behind. Crabbe swung his trunk-like arms at Tasuki. And then, darkness.
Tasuki tried to open his eyes, but the action seemed to worsen the pain on his head. When he finally managed to open them, he found himself in alien surroundings.
'Where am I?' He thought as he slowly sat up on the bed raking his eyes around the area.
It was a room, by the looks of it. But not his room. Beside the bed was a study table lined with books, scattered pieces of paper and open mangas. Not far from it stood a bureau lined with hair gels and empty CK1 bottles. Tasuki grinned at the site of the bottles. 'Good taste.' Then continued his observation.
A rather large walk-in closet that would probably pass as a department store occupied one side of the room. On the other side was, he wagered, the entertainment corner. There were several beanbag chairs, loads of CDs, a sen-surround audio-video component, a ps2 and a PC.
'Bet my boxer's, this is a kid's room. But whose?' Tasuki sat on the bed, confused. Just then the door opened and in came the purple-haired girl.
"Oh! You're awake." The girl said more to herself that to Tasuki, whom she noticed sitting on the bed. She walked towards him and sat on the chair next to the bed.
"Daijobou desu ka?" For the very first time, Tasuki noticed the girl's eyes. It was purple, just like her hair. And she had a beauty mark right under her left eye. She was beautiful. Tasuki couldn't help but blush. He just couldn't take his eyes of her. He didn't even realize that he was already staring until he noticed a hand waving in front of him.
"Neh? Wakarimasu ka? Tsuyaku ga imasu ka?" She asked the still confounded Tasuki.
"Eh?"
The purple-haired girl sighed, then asked again. "O'namae wa nan desu ka? Atashi wa gaijin desu ka? Ono shi ittai doko kara kita no da? Doku no kuni no monoda?" ~What is your name? Are you a foreigner? Where did you come from? What is your nationality?~
"Hai. Watakushi no namae wa Tasuki desu. Tasuki O'Brien tomoshimasu. Ireland no shu ni sunde imasu." ~Yes. My name is Tasuki. Tasuki O'brien. I came from Ireland.~
"Sou desu ne?" ~Is that so?~
"Hai. Sou desu. Anata?" ~Yes. It is. You?
"Watakushi no namae wa Uesugi Nuriko desu. Doozo yorushiku o-negai shimasu, Tasuki san. Yosoko oide kudasareta." Nuriko said and smiled at Tasuki. ~My name is Uesugi Nuriko. I am very pleased to meet you. Welcome to my home (or make yourself at home)~
Tasuki nodded and smiled. He was starting to like his girl.
"I thank you for your welcoming me to your home. Although… is it ok with your parents that I'm in your room? This is your room right?"
Nuriko looked at Tasuki, confused. "Yes. This is my room. And I think it's ok with them that you're here. Why would they think otherwise?"
Tasuki blushed slightly. He bowed to hide the color that was slowly burning to his cheeks. "Uhmmm…" He cleared his throat. "Good thing your parents are open-minded. Some parents would throw fits if their daughters took boys into their rooms."
Silence.
For a long time, Tasuki didn't here any reply from Nuriko. He lifted his head to see what was happening.
"Nan ja?"
Nuriko looked rather offended. Raising one delicate eyebrow, "What made you think I was a girl?"
Tasuki was dumbstruck. His jaw fell as he stared at Nuriko. "You… y-you mean, you're a guy?!" He blurted. Cheeks deepening in color. Nuriko sneered.
"Hell yeah! And I have the equipment to prove it too!!" He said. "And what's it with me that makes people say I look like a girl? It's getting pretty annoying you know! I mean, I don't even have a girlfriend because of it!"
"Gomen." Tasuki bowed again. He couldn't look at Nuriko, finding his fingers fascinating at that moment. "Anou…" He started. "But you do look like a girl. A pretty one at that." He told Nuriko as a matter-of-factly, finally finding the courage to face him.
"Your really think so?" Nuriko asked batting his unbelievably long eyelashes at Tasuki. "Flatterer. You are just charming." He said blushing prettily as he giggled like a teenage girl experiencing her first crush. And they burst out laughing.
A few more minutes of rolling in laughter, Tasuki said, "I don't know… Are you sure it's ok? Won't your mom and dad be angry?"
"Nah. My folks are cool." He waved his hand as if the topic was absolutely preposterous. "How about yours?"
Just then, struck by a sudden thought, "Hey! What time is it?" He sounded frantic.
Nuriko was confused but answered nonetheless, "It's 6:30. Why?"
Tasuki shot out of the bed almost toppling over Nuriko in the process. "What?! Shit! I'm in big trouble."
"Eh?"
Tasuki started pacing on the carpeted floor. "You see, I snuck out of the hotel we were staying at. I should have gone back ages ago! My mom is probably having kittens."
Nuriko giggled slightly at the remark. Tasuki glared at him, eyes narrowing. "It's not funny. I'm gonna be in a hell a lot of trouble!" Nuriko just couldn't stop giggling.
"No it's not." He said. "But you are! Would you stop pacing? It's making me dizzy! Plus, you're gonna wear out the carpet."
Tasuki stopped pacing and once again, sat on the edge of the bed. "What am I gonna do?" His voice was low as he hid his face behind his hands.
Nuriko stopped giggling and smiled impishly. "Weeelll… you could try calling them."
"Eh?"
Tasuki turned to look at Nuriko. His face a picture of confusion. Nuriko rolled his eyes and pointed towards the phone on the other side of the bed.
"Call her. Tell her where you are. Unless of course, you want more kittens for siblings."
Tasuki sneered sarcastically. "Haha! That was so funny, I forgot to laugh." He said picking the phone up and dialed.
"Moshi moshi. This is Hotel Nikisha, how may I help you?"
Tasuki coughed slightly to clear his throat. "Yes, connect me to the penthouse please."
"Right away, Sir."
RING! RING!
"Hello? Tasuki? Is that you? Kora! Answer me!" a near-frantic voice rang from the other side of the receiver. Taken aback, Tasuki hesitated. He had never heard his mom like this before. It was his mom (mind!), and he knew her voice all too well. And never was there a time that she lost her poise and composure, even during that time when an angry mother stormed their house demanding Tasuki's hide because he had bloodied her son's nose. He was seven at that time. Tasuki smiled at the memory. But his unexpected trip to la-la land was cut of when…
"Moshi moshi? Tasuki? Onegai! Say something!" The voice was near wailing. He knew, even if he could not see her that she was almost sobbing.
"I'll give you anything you want! Just give me back my son!" Tasuki's heart swelled and his tummy warmed.
"Mom… It's me." The relief that flooded the voice from the other side of the line was overwhelming.
"Tasuki? Tasuki is that you? Are you OK baby? Where are you? I was so worried." The voice was ranting and Tasuki just couldn't help but smile. "Don't do that to me again!" The voice continued. "I actually thought something bad happened to you! Why did you leave the hotel? Oh Tasuki!" Tasuki was close to tears, hearing his mom's concern.
"Mom," he started his voice soothing. "I'm fine. I'm in a friend's house."
"A friend?" the voice asked. "Where? I'll send the car over to pick you up."
"Uhmm… Mom, I was actually thinking if I could stay over, for the night." Tasuki wasn't sure what his mom would say to that, but hoped for the best. "I need a little time to myself. I'm a grown boy now. Almost sixteen. Not seven."
Silence.
"Mom?"
"Well, since you put it that way. I guess you need some time to yourself. But be careful, OK? I don't want another mother rushing to me saying you beat her kid up."
Tasuki was ecstatic.
"Best give me the address still, Tasuki. We can't take risks."
"Thanks Mom!" Tasuki beamed.
"Enjoy yourself."
"I will!" And he put the phone down.
"I take it, she said you could stay." The purple-haired boy inquired.
Tasuki nodded. Grinning. Nuriko's purple gaze turned mischievous.
"Well then…" He grinned maliciously. "This is gonna be one hell of a night!" He rubbed his hands together and cackled evilly.
Outside, lightning struck. Tasuki's hair stood on end.
Looking at Nuriko, he sweatdropped. "I'm doomed!"
They were on the roof watching the stars twinkle way up above them. Both boys relieved and relaxed under the moon's blanket. Tasuki couldn't help but smile.
Ironic isn't it? Just a few minutes ago, they were wreaking havoc all over the household. Nothing escaped them, from the fridge down to the toothbrushes. Who would have thought that the angel behind those innocent purple eyes could sprout 10-inch horns? Nuriko's mom almost had a heart attack. But now, they were just sitting on the roof.
"What are you thinking about?" Nuriko asked as laid back on the roof, his arms behind his head.
"Nothing." Tasuki replied. "Just wondering where you hide those horns of yours."
Nuriko turned to him and gave a rather toothsome grin. "Professional Secret." He chuckled, a deep soft sound.
Tasuki wondered if his voice would remain like that until he grows up. Tasuki pouted at the answer. "Hey! Not fair!" Then, grinned like an idiot after a little while. "How about you?"
Nuriko had a dreamy look on his face as he stared into the skies. "Me?" I'm just thinking of the future. Who I would be, what will I become, the common things kids like us think of."
Tasuki looked at his newfound friend with a sense of euphoria that he never felt before. Not even his long-time friend, Kouji, ever made him feel like this. He felt like he had known Nuriko for ages. He felt some kind of bond with the purple-haired boy beside him. Something akin to brotherly affection. Camaraderie, if you call it that. And maybe, even more.
Tasuki smiled. "And?"
Nuriko gazed intently at Tasuki, purple eyes glinting in the starlight. He smiled fondly, "And what, Tasuki? Don't you dream to become someone? I, for one, do." He averted his eyes back to the sky. "I know what's to become of me in the future, Tasuki, a businessman, just like my father. But I couldn't help but dream to become something else. Something out of a dream." His voice was low, as if in a faint whisper.
Tasuki mirrored Nuriko's position on the roof. "And what would you be?"
He glanced at the boy beside him. "I want to become a painter. I want to create fantasy worlds, a haven for those who are tired of this cyclical world, a dream paradise, if I could say so myself. I want to create beauty. I want to see beauty. All of this, in a canvas." Nuriko shook his head. "But I guess this isn't possible. I cannot stray from the path that my father has readied for me. Dreams are immaterial for a man of this world. There are no dreams. Only reality. So I guess, I should forget these paltry wishes and get on living the real world.
Tasuki looked at his friend thoughtfully. "I feel the same way. As my father's son and only heir, all his riches and all his holdings will be my sole responsibility. When I'm old enough, I'll probably be so engrossed with work that I wouldn't have any more time for myself. Then my world will be dark and gloomy and would revolve on my work alone."
"Tell me Tasuki. " Nuriko asked, feeling a kind of connection to the boy lying beside him. "What are your dreams?"
There was silence.
Color touched Tasuki's cheeks. "Uhmmm… Anou… To tell you frankly, I want to write songs and be able to sing them."
Nuriko's eyes grew to the size of saucers at his discovery. "Y-you can sing?"
He was incredulous. Tasuki's blush deepened even more that if were to blush further, he would become the exact color of his hair.
"I can… A little… But there's a little problem with my voice right now."
Nuriko was giddy all over. "To hell with it! Let's have a sample."
Tasuki grinned sheepishly. Trying to hide, but in vain, his embarrassment. "Do you have any requests?"
Nuriko thought for a while. "How about something to celebrate our meeting? Better yet, sing of your feelings when you're with me. Sing of how I make so hot that you could almost not stand to be in my presence. Sing of how I can make you sweat." Another impish grin.
Tasuki sweatdropped. "Uh… OK… But I'm warning you." And he started to sing.
Sometimes I wonder how I'd make it through
Through this world without having you
I just wouldn't have a clue cause sometimes it seems like this world is closing in on me
and there's no way of breaking free
and then I see you reach for me sometimes
I wanna give up I wanna give in I wanna quit the fight
And then I see you baby
And everything's alright
When I see you smile,
I can face the world
Oh oh you can do anything
When I see you smile,
I see a ray of light
Oh oh I see it shining through the rain
When I see you smile oh yeah baby
When I see you smile at me baby
There's nothing in this world that I couldn't ever do
It's like nothing that I never knew
And when the rain is falling
I don't feel it cause you're here with me now
And one look at you baby is all I'll ever need
You're all I ever need
Nuriko couldn't believe it. It just wasn't possible. The whole idea is preposterous!
"Y-you…" He was absolutely dumbfounded. "You sound like a girl!"
Tasuki looked downcast. "You don't hafta rub it in ya know. It's bad already that I sound like a girl."
"And look like one too. Cute little Dollface." Nuriko said bursting into fits of laughter.
"Dollface?!" Tasuki cried, insulted. "Well, at least I don't look like a cross-dressing concubine whose got the hots for a narcissistic emperor, who by the way also looks like a girl mind you, and spends most of his time masturbating in front of a giant mirror!" He ranted.
"Well at least I don't look like a doll-faced bandit leader who has no fashion sense to speak of, a temper of an active volcano, who doesn't know when to shut up, with a brain capacity of zero and thinks that he's so strong and cool but all he wants to do is fuck his best friend!" Nuriko rejoined.
"Hey!" Tasuki quipped. "Don't let Kouji about that one. He'll think it's true."
Nuriko came to an abrupt stop. "So? What's that to you?"
Tasuki blushed again. He's been doing a lot of those since he met Nuriko. "Let's just say… He'd be very happy to know that I wanna do him."
"You mean…" Nuriko's eyes bugged out.
"Yes. So knock it."
"O…k… So what now?"
Letting out a yawn, Tasuki stood from the roof. "I suggest we get some sleep. I'm beat." And walked towards the window to climb back down the room.
"How about you?" Sitting up from his lying position, Nuriko looked at his friend.
"I think I'll stay a little while longer." Tasuki nodded and stepped down the ladder.
"Suit yourself."
"Tasuki…"
"Hmmm…"
"Promise me you'd make your dreams come true."
Tasuki smiled. "Only if you promise you would too."
"I promise."
"I do too." He took another step on the ladder.
"Tasuki?"
"Nani?"
"Promise me you wont forget."
"Oro?"
"Just promise."
"Ok. I promise."
Nuriko smiled.
"Oyasumi nasai, Nuriko-san."
"Oyasumi… Tas-chan."
It was almost morning.
Dusk is fast approaching, coloring the skies in orange.
The sign of a new beginning.
A new journey.
A new adventure.
This is the magic.
The magic of the first meeting.
Two different souls.
Yet superficially the same.
Duality.
Where there is none.
NOTE!!!
Sorry I just HAD to do this. I'm just gonna tell you where I got some of the names and give a little history lesson.
1. FUJIWARA KAMATARI - although a woman in this story, Kamatari is actually a man. He was a member of the Soga Clan and was the person who was responsible for the kuromaku (black curtain) in Japan. For this reason, his last name was changed into Fujiwara (wisteria) by the emperor in honor of the garden of wisteria in which they plotted. He is the patriarch of the Fujiwara Clan and it was his son who was responsible for the Taiho Code of Japan.
2. UESUGI KENSHIN - From him I took Nuriko's last name. He is actually one of the commanding officers during the Battle of Sekigahara in May 1600. The battle that began the reign of the Tokugawa Shogunate. Uesugi Kenshin was a vassal of Oda Nobunaga, but it said that he switched sides towards Tokugawa Ieyasu thus ensuring victory.
That's it... Till next time.
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