R.S.:Hello everybody! I am back once again with another story idea! This time, it's not going to be drabbles like and nothing like the other RK fanfics I've done in the past. I'm going T rated with this story and I'm… idk, I guess going at it a different way from usual!

I got this story idea from a picture on Yes, this whole story had been imagined up based on that one picture. wut can I say; it was an awesome picture (in my eyes at least). Anyways, I now introduce you to , a story where things are not as they seem at times.

I do not own Rurouni Kenshinor the music from bands I use or some of the poems. I only own the characters I may put in and the poems and lyrics I may think up myself.

Rampaging Sorrow is back in action and I hope you enjoy this story!

Now, the curtains open.

The Musical Poetry Club

By: Rampaging Sorrow

Prologue 1: The Life Inside the Colorful Emo

With all her heart, she hated to be plain. She couldn't stand anything that didn't stand out. It was like, "If it's not standing out, then why should it be there?" That was her motto and stuck by it to death. Had been that way since she was six years old—you can only imagine what this girl has inside.—Everything about this girl just screamed creativity and to her, she'd rather keep it that way. She wanted to be known for a reason in life and creativity was most of what she had. That and the fact that she had a way with words.

This girl is the weirdest emo in town.

Everybody around her commented on her unique way of style. "Her socks are so rad!" or "I love her Converses." and the usual "I love her skirt!". Things like this made her what she was. Unique. This girl put colors that people thought were ugly and made them say beautiful. She wasn't a popular girl—cheerleader or jock wasn't in the question—and yet everybody knew her name. No matter where she went, everybody knew who she was and gave her comments and looks of awe. She left a path of people looking at her.

She is the most known emo in town

Her hatred for blacks and whites wasn't big, but she refused to just wear them and she refused to wear "dark and brooding" colors all the time like how most other emo and punk children in her town did. This girl was bright, this girl was like a shining star, this girl was OUT there. Her love for unique styles was enormous and thrift shops were where she'd love to hang out at (that and other shops that satisfied her taste). This girl was into accessories, this girl loved body glitters, this girl was a "♥-throbbin" lover of shoes.

She is the most fashionable emo in town.

But, even though this girl is out there and even though this girl is a fashion icon, she's still an emo girl with heavy issues. And it's not that all emo children are people who have problems either. This girl was really just a definition of emo music and attitude. And she didn't act as if it was just for show. It was really her life. It was what she came home to. When you spoke to her, you could hear the emotions rising through her voice and you could see the deep thoughts and fears in her eyes.

She is the deepest emo in town.

Her father was always working hard and because of a harsh divorce a few years back, he gave his all for the job and let out his anger through running a well-made business that thrived on the borderline of perfection—it started from when she was born—. He barely had time for his daughter anymore and when they did spend time together, it was cut short by an urgent matter. Sure, the money got her whatever she wanted and their house was incredible—not many people in her town had an indoor pool—but… money could never replace the love and loneliness she felt when her father left.

To top off her dilemma—besides the point of not really enjoying her mother's bonding times—she lived not only with her father but with his sister as well. A serious addict to drugs this woman was and the emo girl hated to watch a lady who used to be so high up slowly kill herself with cocaine, sex, and the occasional ecstasy from time to time (it's amazing what stardom does to you). It was a wonder she was still alive with the way she continued this spiral down to hell day in and day out. The emo sadly witnessed this trauma all the time and not even her father could stop the mayhem. Rehab was only a minor break for her because she ended up being sent back out anyways.

The emo girl hated to be home, she hated to sleep inside the house; she hated that part of life itself. If she could live with her mother, sometimes she'd think, she would have a better teenage life and learn to deal with it better at a distance. She wouldn't have to always want to sleep somewhere else when her father wasn't home and she had to lock the door since different men were coming in and out the house.

She is the saddest emo in town.

The only thing keeping this emo together is not only fashion. It's also pens and notebooks with music blaring from the stereo system as she expresses her whole heart on the pages and she leaves the trauma she feels through poetry. Poetry was what gave this girl her edge. When she couldn't do anything, she wrote. And she continued writing until her pale fingers went numb and she had emptied her heart with the words and small pictures she felt. Her music taste was excellent and she was up to date with all the emo, punk, alternative, and indie bands that she loved. She even included dance songs, japanese artists from her native background, and a 50-song section of R&B. Her IPod was a thrill to listen to.

She is the most poetic and musical emo in town.

What people (guys mostly) would say when you asked about her is, "she has the most amazing blue eyes." Her blue was lighter than normal and it was a basic mood ring for her emotions. You could honestly just sit, stare into them and… blank out. With these blue eyes, she had natural black hair (most people had to dye theirs) and it had a blue tint towards it with sunlight. It went to the middle of her back and her slightly wavy hair texture made it perfect her and have her the image of some men's dreams. Her voice was smooth like silk and her smile… it lit up a room.

She is the sexiest emo—or girl—in town.

She loves to play guitar, her best friend is a the hottest emo boy around named Enishi, she loves the band Paramore, her favorite song is "Imagination" by Jonezetta. Her favorite color is unknown, she loves skirts and at the prom (she was a freshman then) she blew everybody away with her date and their style. Her dream is to be a full-time fashion designer, she has an idea for a sexy shoe line and she knows she can model. She loves to party, she only does make-outs with her best friend, every guy in school wants her—

–She is the emo girl of the town. She is the girl of the town everybody wanted.

But, as she now has to move in with her mother (court orders), she realizes that nobody will know that "Kaoru" is her name. Nobody will know who she is or what she's known for.

And she realizes that soon, to her dismay, she'll be three states—six hours away—from everything she knows and she'll have to start over as the "new girl" and not the "emo girl" she wants everybody to know she is.

(sigh) Emo-girl will--sadly--have to start over from scratch.

R.S And here is the first half of the prologue! I loved writing this. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please read and review for me, kay?! I'd love to hear what you think!

Love Always,

Rampaging Sorrow