The past few weeks Yuki's been exceedingly cold to me. I know why. He got himself a girlfriend. I know I should do the most logical thing and leave his ass but I love him… He's my world, I don't know how I would live without him. So I tried something else. I started smoking.
On the large stage which was dimly lit, stood Shuichi Shindou. Black tank top, white net top hanging loosely over that. Black fingerless gloves from his elbows, tight white skinny jeans with black boots reaching just above his knees.
His hair, sprayed black with a white streak. Thick black kohl.
This was the new Shuichi.
Hiro, wearing black jeans, black top and a white blazer, matching kohl. His hair also sprayed black, but with no streak.
Suguru, wearing a white tank top, black long sleeve netted shirt on top and black jeans also. Topping it off with white converses and of course the eyeliner.
They had hired a drummer only for this song and he had the same black and white theme as the others, but this was no fashion show. It was a concert.
To get ready for his new song, the previously pink-haired vocalist started thinking about all the shit that had brought him to write it in the first place. Taking in a deep breath he stood a few feet before his mike.
Suguru started the song off with a sad piano tune.
Soon enough, Hiro joined in with a different tune.
The drums came in and that was Suguru's cue to stop.
Guitar and drums stopped and Suguru started up again.
Shuichi walked up to the microphone and stared into the audience with pained eyes, and sung.
Cross my heart and hope to die
Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
The drums started again.
I've lost control and I don't want it back
I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
Hiro played lightly.
It's a fucking drag.
Shuichi's face twisted into an angry one.
Drums and piano stopped but Hiro kept playing lightly.
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
Shuichi pointed into nothingness while singing.
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do
Suguru faded out. Hiro and the drums came back in strong, Hiro nodding his head in rhythm.
Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine
Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine
Shuichi's face turned sad again, he sang as softly as the piano and drums.
It's better to burn than to fade away
It's better to leave than to be replaced
I'm losing to you, baby, I'm no match
He suddenly glared at the audience.
I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
It's a fucking drag
He ripped the microphone off the stand and paced around while singing.
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do
Hiro and Suguru started backing him up with harmonies. Whilst Shuichi was now kneeling and singing his heart out.
Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine [2x]
Yeah
The instruments softened down.
Shuichi stayed on his knees as his eyes watered from memories.
Just one more hit and then we're through
'Cause you could never love me back
Cut every tie i have to you
A tear fell.
The crowd cheered and 'aww'ed like crazy.
'Cause your love's a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
Your love's a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
By now, the vocalist was back standing and yelling.
Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine
Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine
Yeah
And with the last word, drum beat, guitar strum, the lights black out completely.
Shuichi looked into the crowd, finding someone. He saw him and let all of his tears fall.
And so did a certain blonde author in the audience.
