Unholy Water

Chapter 1

Touma sighed as he listened to yet another tape sent in by a hopeful artist, groaning at the lack of anything even resembling a tune and ejected the tape, tossing it into the trashcan ("He shoots…") and cheering quietly when it went in.

"And he scores! Seguchi, 27, artists, 0!"

He looked down at his last tape and half considered throwing it in the trash without listening to it. But then his conscience got the better of him, and he popped the tape in the player. He put his head down on the desk, sighing as he read the application. So the band was from America originally, eh?

When the heavy drums and guitar came blasting out of the speakers, the blond man nearly fell out of his chair. They were a heavy metal/goth rock band, he read, but they did other sorts of music too. The song he was listening to now was called "Demon's Love Song".

Don't turn away,

haven't you heard the words I've spoken?

One last look at you,

Then I return to darkness.

I watch you turn your eyes away,

I know your heart isn't mine.

I gave you everything I had,

Yet you give nothing back…

You deny me everything…

It wasn't the music he usually listened to, but kids now wanted a rougher sound to their music, and if it came from an American throat, all the better. Japanese youths loved all things American, and if the picture the band had sent in was anything like what the members looked like, Japanese boys would trample each other just to say hello to her…

What you refuse to give,

I will take from you.

I deny everything all the way.

I watch you fall,

letting your darkness cover me.

I have your heart now,

Watch it beat in my hands.

"'Watch it beat in my hands'… This kid has issues."

You refused me everything,

After all I did for you.

Turning my world upside down,

Letting you pull me into the burning light.

Now I'm free to breathe again,

To let the darkness cover me again.

You said a heart couldn't be taken.

See how wrong you are?

I ask the blood-stained darkness,

Kissing bloodless lips,

Touching ashen skin.

You wouldn't give me your heart…

So I have cut it from your chest.

You are mine.

I whisper as the darkness steals us away…

Death cannot part the dead…

Touma wasn't sure he liked the words, but this band, he checked the application for the name, Unholy Water, had a good sound. The girl, whose stage name was Sister Thorn, had a heavy alto voice, but could hit very high notes with surprising clarity. Maybe this tape wasn't as much of a waste of time as he had thought it was going to be. All that was left was listening to their slow song. According to the sheet, it was called 'Song of the Sandman' by an artist called Enya.

Can you hear in night's deep song?
All the shadows say
Telling you when you're asleep,
Tears will fade away
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
And when the moon is high and bright,
Stars will shine on you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you

Touma flung himself out of his office carrying the file for the band under his arm, crowing happily about finding the next Bad Luck.

He glanced down at the file as he drove home and read the small box that had been marked with medical issues. In a neat hand was written five words in one corner: Lead singer diagnosed with AIDS.

Well, shit…

A/N

I only own my song, Demon's Love Song! If I owned Gravitation, I'd be the happiest girl in the world!

Deception'sChosen