It's been a month since my last update and I'm truly sorry about it! I will try my best to be more productive and less lazy. Thank you for your support anyway! The next chapters will finally be more tangible since this chapter and the past served as a warm-up to further modulate the main story. XDD
Standard disclaimer applied.
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Brown eyes gleamed over with anxiety, frenzied. Her eyes, searching, searching. Weighty footsteps were heavy with unusual obscurity. Her eyes, searching, searching.
Where are you?
Boldly, Mikan Sakura strutted the North forest. Exploring the perilous region, she searched. Left to right. Side to side. The atmosphere grew darker as she plunged deeper.
Where are you?
She was suffocating as each second trickled painfully like a blade. Where where where?
I need to see you. I need to.
She couldn't breathe. Oxygen deficiently losing. Please please, I need to see you!
Seeing a figure lying behind the big, old Sakura tree, she ran frantically towards the said tree.
I need to see—
Falling pink petals, erratically filling up the world with a scenic view.
Closer, closer. Everything was restoring. Closer, closer.
Subtly, in a shot, she stopped.
Found it.
Mikan wasn't suffocating any longer, finally being able to breathe—her blood, the oxygen was restored.
She finally found her heart.
—Natsume Hyuuga.
And her heart, started beating again.
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Chapter 2: Petals of fallen hopes, ignored wishes
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Lazed leniently under the dim shade of the aged Sakura tree was Natsume Hyuuga, obviously asleep, his back rested on the ground, his hands placed casually behind his head, his legs outstretched.
Pink petals descended, unhurriedly, deliberately.
Mikan Sakura stood beside the left side of Natsume Hyuuga. She observed how those petals twirl in the air, how those petals land gracefully on the ground, how some of those petals lay beautifully on Natsume and how it contrasted his appearance. It was amazingly beautiful. And she couldn't help but glance at that handsomely constructed face.
Unhurriedly, deliberately, she descended.
Tucking some of the astray strands behind her ear, Mikan got down on her knees as she sat on her calves. Silently observing, in discreetness, she looked at Natsume Hyuuga. She gazed innocently at how his chest naturally moved up and down. Her gaze lifted up to that shockingly handsome face, too good… too good to look at that it caused a riot inside her, so much so that her heart wildly thumped against her ribs.
Pink petals, unevenly falling.
That face…a pallid face cased by dark raven locks. His lids closed, covering those emotionless yet dazzling crimson orbs. He was shockingly handsome of some sorts, indeed. It was so surreal to look at him like this, just like this—asleep peacefully with a peaceful, pretty face.
Unbelievable. It was like looking at a beautiful, beautiful picture. You can look at it, but just looking and looking, not actually feeling it.
Making sense?
His personality was awfully intimidating. That hindered her from reaching out, connecting. Because, he is cold and arrogant.
Despite that… Her heart was still hauled, captured.
Pink petals twirled in the air, unhurriedly.
She lifted her hand to touch that seemingly unreachable face, caressing that face with softness.
Why?
Why…
…why?
Mikan withdrew her hand when, halfway, another hand shot up to grab it snugly. Startled, she gasped.
"If you're planning to harass me, make sure I'm awake." That husky voice. "There's no thrill when I'm defenseless." And that smirk.
She stared, wide-eyed, at the supposedly sleeping being. Her face red, emulating incredulity. "Well, I-I, well…that is not the point hereeee!
"What?"
"...Err, uh." She began. "Why? Why did you kiss me?"
His grip on her hand tightened. "…"
She was hoping, still hoping and will be hoping for him to open and unlock his heart.
"Do I need a reason?"
And she was hoping, still hoping and will be hoping that he would let her in.
Pink petals falling unhurriedly, deliberately like fallen hopes, ignored wishes.
But he grasped that one solitary pink petal. Catching that fallen hope. Heeding that ignored wish.
He sat up and looked at her with those piercing red orbs that invisibly imprisoned her heart. "Because, it's you." His hand tugged hers and pulled her close. "It's you."
It's you.
Locked into his embrace, her face buried on his chest, Mikan's heart was blown away. Just like how the wind dispersed the pink petals. And he caught it. Just like how he grasped that one solitary pink petal.
Pink petals descended, unhurriedly, deliberately.
It's you.
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The preface started.
Strings plucked methodically, the chilling, frightening sound of electrical guitar.
Spotlights turned on.
The thump, pounding beat of the drums.
The uneven, jerky notes of the bass.
A hoarse, guttural voice sang, enchanting, seducing.
A wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
Unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.
Mumbling screams.
A yell of grief.
People reaching out just to touch that sexy, sexy voice.
If it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum
It is soiled and violence
Rapes me, rapes me, rapes me.
Another set of mumbling screams.
A yell of grief.
More people reaching out. That sexy, sexy voice.
Vigorous drum beats.
An understanding is impossible
Why was I chosen? Someone should answer...
Please answer me it is a horrible dream
How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream
I shouted many times with losing voice
The vocalist, his body sexily rocked back and forth—along with the sorrow, grief, sufferings.
A smoky, dark fog emerged to mystify the song.
More bodies reached out. That sexy, sexy voice.
Interlude started.
The bass, guitar, drums—all fused to uphold that strong, dark metal sound.
The guitar solo.
There is no hand of preparing of the disordered hair.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum a faint temperature is mixed in the midwinter
Mumbling screams, heart-wrenching.
I persuaded myself, who had a dying voice and began writhing.
Not to lose for living.
I was drowned in the night when I feared and had a dying voice.
Please forgive my dying breath.
Please answer me it is a horrible dream.
How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream.
I want to smile again at last
An overture to the end.
Guitar solo.
Four figures situated at the stage.
"Thank you! We're Taion. Good night!"
The crowd cheered.
Then the four figures dissipated quietly.
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"Job well done! Job well done!" A spiky, white haired guy with dark obsidian eyes said, clapping his hands giddily.
CLICK! Mizushima Yuya's 'pre-debut' picture.
NAME: Mizushima Yuya
AGE: 18
GENDER: HOMOSE...HOMOSAPIEN
CIVIL STATUS: It's complicated
EYE COLOR: Black
HAIR COLOR: White
HEIGHT: 184 cm
WEIGHT: 110 lbs
INSTRUMENT: Guitar
"Of course, all thanks to our new member, right?" Hamasaki Keigo swanked, assertively placing an arm around Natsume Hyuuga's shoulder.
CLICK! Hamasaki Keigo's 'before plastic surgery' picture.
NAME: Hamasaki Keigo
AGE: 19
GENDER: Bisexual
CIVIL STATUS: Married
EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Peach
HEIGHT: 168 cm
WEIGHT: 121 lbs
INSTRUMENT: Bass
"He will serve as the key to our success! I can see our future brightly shining through the eyes of Natsume. This gig will surely be our stepping stone to stardom!" Nakashima Soshi commented, his hands making gestures to give more stress, his eyes gleaming with hope and aspiration.
CLICK! Nakashima Soshi's 'before liposuction operation' picture.
NAME: Nakashima Soshi
AGE: 19
GENDER: Metrosexual (?)
CIVIL STATUS: Divorced
EYE COLOR: Gray
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde
HEIGHT: 158 cm
WEIGHT: 399 lbs before, 101 lbs after
INSTRUMENT: Drums
"You totally gave the band a major face-lift, Natsume-chi!" Yuya, the rumored homosexual but denied it and said he was a homo sapien, said.
Natsume twitched. The affectionate suffix irking him. Though bad energies started to flow out of him and a very strong urge to pounce Yuya was clearly visible, he placed his electrical guitar inside its case instead.
"Yeah, yeah. Before, we only have family, friends plus a couple of cockroaches as audience. But now, you brought babes, man, babes! If you just saw how those women drool! Most of them looked like they just experienced eternal orgasm! Oh yeah!" Keigo shoved his hands upward and swayed them like a complete idiot.
"My theory is, only a percent of the audience is a fan of Yuya, 2 percent of it is a fan of Keigo, 3 percent of it is my fans and the rest of it is your fans, Hyuuga boy." Soshi teased, elbowing Natsume to further tease the boy.
"Tch." Natsume grunted irritably.
"Tsk. Na-uh! You shouldn't be like that, Hyuuga boy! Smile! Smile! You could dazzle tons of fan girls with that smile!" Keigo held Natsume's cheeks and pulled it without constraint, causing the boy to forcefully smile.
CLICK! Natsume's 'forced smile' picture
NAME: Natsume Hyuuga
AGE: 16
GENDER: Heterosexual
CIVIL STATUS: In a Relationship
EYE COLOR: Red
HAIR COLOR: Raven
HEIGHT: 186 cm
WEIGHT: 120 lbs
INSTRUMENT: Guitar and Vocals
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Pink petals descended, unhurriedly, deliberately.
"Let's date." Natsume proclaimed unashamedly. More of, commanded.
Bleakly freeing herself from the embrace, she stared, shocked.
A face of mortification. "WHAT?"
Smirk. "I said, let's date, polka."
Mikan looked away. "Bu-but, it's too sudden."
"Playing hard to get, eh?" More smirk.
"I AM NOT PLAYING HARD TO G—"
KISS.
"Fine."
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JA~! Until next time.
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