A new story! I thought since some people were kind of rude about my last Escaflowne fanfiction, saying that I should write my own stories. So I've decided to take their advice, in a sense, so here is a new story.

Now, since I am a musician and I love them I decided to write another music oriented story. This one, however, is inspired by the lives of many musical geniuses; they're the cause of their own demise, and cannot be saved. So many musical geniuses died before they should have, but accomplished so much more than a person who would have twice as long could have.

Now, let's all take a moment to remember some of these musical miracles.

Music.

Drugs.

Sex.

Sleep.

Food.

Home.

To anyone else, this order of importance would have appeared quite peculiar but not to Van Fanel. His world centered around things that would normally rank at the extreme opposite end of the spectrum. He had been sensible at one point in his life, he was aware of that, but he no longer had the desire to chase rational dreams and function like the rest of society. He thanked both his parents for that; they had been very influential in his upbringing. It wasn't as if they were raging hippies or ravers, or extremely relaxed, they just ended up helping him choose music above financial planning.
His mother had been nurturing but firm and somewhat oldfashioned in the way she mothered her two children. Varie Fanel had also been musician blessed with perfect pitch, which Van had inherited, but his brother did not. His father had been a mechanic and had been the one who introduced him to live music, he had also been the one to give him his first guitar.
His childhood had been, in no way, bad, that wasn't to say that he had been the favourite, it was very clear that neither child was favoured. He was a good student with a lack of interest, but in any case he had ended up going to university for finance. That goal was lived short by a year, it finally dawned on him that music was what he needed to do, not wanted but required in order to make his life worth something.

Van was a twenty-six-year-old man who had very little money, but a miraculous talent and an abundance of drugs. A good meal ranked quite a bit lower than a good high. It wasn't to say that he was constantly on drugs or heavily depended on them, he just liked them. Above all he was content with his life, which was a lot more than many people could say.

His toes felt as if they would crawl away if he wasn't clenching them as tightly as he could. His body was heavy and molded into the couch, while his guitar rested in his arms. In his state of euphoria, when his fingers moved along the strings, it felt as if he was literally causing the music to erupt from his hands.

A dazed smile stretched across his face and his eyes glazed over, while his hands just moved along the instrument. It was as if his brain was no longer sending signals to the rest of his body, but as if they had a mind of their own.

"That's fuckin' nuts," Gaddes half-yelled as he strung all the words together in a quick blast, regarding the music Van was playing, oblivious to the volume of his voice.

"HEY!...Hey...heeeyyy," Allen yelled, gradually receeding to a breathy whisper.

Van just gave a knowing little giggle, and a subtle nodd.

Gaddes giggled --unfortunately sounding much more pre-pubescent than he wanted to-- , covering his mouth with the tips of his flexed fingers, " did you hear that Allen?" Gaddes whispered, "Van just giggled!"

"Ohhh...hey guys..." Allen gasped as he threaded his fingers through the long curtain of golden hair, "you've really got to feel my hair... it's like spun clouds..."

"GASH Allen! You tell us to touch you hair everytime..." Gaddes whined as he flailed his feet around, throwing a small pillow to the floor.

Van gave a stupid laugh, "I still wanna touch it..."

"Yap...I do too," Gaddes said struggling to clamp a hand onto a long lock of Allen's golden hair.

"Allen do you use conditioner?" Van asked, while petting Allen roughly.

Allen looked up at him giving him a beauty queen smile, "I sure do."

Van just opened his mouth to a wide smile to laugh, but no sound came out.

"Alli-pants,"Gaddes said while draping Allen's tresses over his face.

"You know I don't like that Gaddes," Allen said with trying patience.

"ALLI!!" Gaddes giggled.

"He's fucked," Van and Allen agreed.

"He's such a light weight..." Allen stated.

"I'd hate to see him on heroin..." Van stated.

" You would?" Allen asked, his eye-lids heavy.

Van stood there in what looked to be serious contemplation.

After about two minutes Allen felt he should interject," found anything yet?"

"Uh..." Van just stared at him through his reddened eyes.

"Ooooh! Van looks like a demon!!" Gaddes yelled as he forced his way into the seats of the couch.

"Rar," Van giggled, as he made a futile effort to claw Gaddes.

"Wow... your eyes are red..." Allen stated.

"Well duh... fuck what is it with blondes..." Van stated as if he were talking to a studio audience, laughing at his own joke.

Allen just sat there, "no I mean like... you have reddy eyes already... and then when you're high the white part is red too, so that's a hellofalota red there budd budd."

Van tried to process it while Gaddes was wailing Demon, however he quickly stopped after a few seconds, "Hey...you have period coloured eyes!"

Allen just stared at him.

"He just went there..." Van stated.

"I'm uncomfortable," Allen stated.

"HAH!! AHAH!! Maybe you just got your period Alli-pants! Congratulations you! You are officially a woman!" Gaddes exclaimed, after he removed his head from the couch cushions.

While Gaddes sat there in his stupor laughing his ass off, Allen just stared at Van who was trying not to laugh.

Trying to turn the attention away from himself Allen turned to Van, "hey, when are you meeting up with Hitomi?"

Van looked at Allen then flailed around to find a clock.

"Shiiit...I gotta go..." Van responded.

Allen laughed lightly, "how late are you?"

"I'm not yet! I have fourteen minutes!" Van exclaimed stumbling out the door.

"Toodles!" Allen waved.

"Tomi!" Van yelled as he walked into her appartment.

"Whoa... no need to yell Van," Hitomi told him as she emerged from her room.

"You look really good..." Van trailed off, as he slithered toward her while he rested all his weight on the wall.

"I just got out of the shower... I'm clean, that's about it," she responded, adjusting her shirt.

"Really, really good..." Van repeated, eyeing her up and down.

Hitomi laughed slightly in her discomfort, she was completely aware that he was high. She wasn't one to use substances herself, but she wouldn't judge her boyfriend, it was almost better when he was high. His mood was much more tolerable and he was easier to be around, when he was sober he was somewhat difficult to deal with.

Van quickly closed the gap between them and pressed her against the wall, burrying his face in the crook of her neck. His hands wandered around her body, one settling on her thigh, while the other moved under her shirt. She could smell the marijuana off him, it wasn't strong nor was it bad, it blended with his own scent so well that he even smelled good.

Her shirt was coming off, there was no argument. He wanted it off her, he was clearly interested in one thing at the moment and wanted nothing less. Not to say that he was being domineering, but he had a way with her that she would do almost anything for him.

As his hand migrated up the shirt rode along with it. In attempts to distract her, he took her in a long sensual kiss. The kiss allowed for her to relax, and melt into him. As a sign of consent, she quickly began undoing his pants. Once she moved he pulled out of the kiss leaving her somewhat irked, and took off his T-shirt.

After the shirt was off she pulled him in roughly, grinding her mouth against his. Finally Van pulled off her shirt, exposing her bare breasts. He was thankful she wasn't wearing a bra, he didn't need the extra packaging. Quickly he lifted her up and flattened her against the wall. He placed a trail of hot kisses along her neck and along her collar bone.

Her body was already hot, and he had barely even started.

--

Sex was always great, but it was even better high. At least for him it was, he was fairly confident that she enjoyed it either way. She was good, to say the least, but it wasn't as if she was just a fling or meant nothing to him. He was fairly certain he was in love with her, regardless of whether or not he was intoxicated. Contrary to the beliefs of his bandmates, he was dying to be a husband and father, and he was sure that Hitomi was the one.

"Hey, Hitomi," Van whispered.

She turned over to face him, her body barely covered with the sheets, "you're sober..."

He nodded, "so...you wanna get married?"

So there it is, don't be too harsh.