Disclaimer: I do not own Utada Hikaru's Song
Within the town, there is a part of it that is only active at night, The Midnight Club. In here there is a band which sings for people visiting there. In here there is a band which sings for people visiting there – mostly teens who feel their lives are dull and empty. It is their world of paradise where they can just forget about their problems, even if temporarily, and let them enjoy themselves for once.
The club has a popular singer whose name is Unknown. Her face is always hidden behind her hood. They call her the "Oblivion Songstress" because her song is the only thing which could entertain them. Whenever she sings, they feel their pain fading away from them. Yet her disappearance was a mystery as she didn't sing anymore, not for past few years, making all of her fans disappointed. They cannot forget her voice, those beautiful voices which move their heart. It carved deeply inside their memories.
Day by day they will come to the club in order to see her, waiting for her return.
Among the crowd, a boy wearing a black zipped leather jacket with hood is sitting at the bar, casually talking to bartender. The hood covers half of his face which makes only his mouth visible. "How is it going?" the bartender asked. "Same like usual, still no lead" he said, raising the glass of vodka, taking a sip of it. "Guess you still haven't found your family?" Nodding his head at the bartender's question, the boy takes another sip of his drink.
After putting down the glass, he speaks again, "I believe it's sooner or later before I could meet them, but … they might disappoint, because I don't recognize them". "Memories are such complicated things, if you don't lose it, then you might be with them now", said the Bartender. "And …" the bartender continues, "You might not lose your only happiness". "There is no use crying over spilt milk", the young boy said it with cold tone.
A silence continues for several minutes until the bartender speak again. "What surprise did you bring today? You said it will surprise all of the audience here". The boy just stays silent, taking the vodka bottle at the table and pours it to a glass.
He then gives the glass to girl sitting beside him who is wearing black punk jacket with a hood covering half of her face. Her hair is covered with the hood, and she wear black shirt inside her jacket. The moment the bartender takes a look at her figure, he is surprised, nearly dropping the glass he is wiping. The girl takes a sip of the vodka before leaving her seat to walk towards the stage.
The bartender speaks again, this time in surprise "Don't tell me, she is-!" Before he could finish his sentence, the hooded boy already replies him with cold and flat tone, "Just another Prisoner of Love".
The stage is as loud as usual as the band sings to try to cheer the crowd. They shout at them, overjoyed with their voice. Though not all people are enjoying the music, some are just flirting, smoking, drinking, and the like, their activity portraying the life in that club. After the song ends, the audiences one by one return to drink, flirt, and smoke activity. Usually at time like this, no band will play the music. Only the DJ will play some music and they will dance.
But for today … it's different. They won't look at the stage anymore, since there is no use to look at it any longer. They won't … until she stands on the stage. The moment she walks towards the stage, her swaying black skirt attracted them. At first only a few take notice of the hooded figure walking towards the stage, but slowly all eyes are turning towards the mysterious girl who is brave enough to be standing on that stage - the very one that belonged to the unknown singer. She stands straight with confidence, lips just a few centimeters before the microphone in front of her.
She was dressed in a black punk jacket with hood which is covering almost half of her face, they don't doubt it anymore, they are sure that she is the one who could satisfy them with her voice.
That day, they are sure that they didn't waste the effort of waiting few years for her. The audience waited with patience, the building is echoing with their shouting, greeting the return of the Oblivion Songstress. They keep shouting and repeating her nickname, driven mad by her figure, wanting to hear her voice, the tension rising right until the moment as she began to sing.
I'm a prisoner of love Begging for things that I do not have-blues. The boring days started to shine suddenly
Prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
I'm just a prisoner of love
A prisoner of loveI lied with a calm look
and laughed. It became annoying
so I tried to find an easy way out.
I am seeking for peace.
I have it enough but keep fighting over it.
I am chasing after the shadow of love.
since the day you appeared.
I felt I mind neither the solitude nor agony.
I'm just a prisoner of love Prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
I'm a prisoner of love
The voice that escapes from her calm lips is rich with emotion fitting perfectly with the music and with the harmony of the instruments. The resonance of both instruments and voice has created an Ultimate Rhythm.
Despite her small figure, her voice sounds very mature but also pure like a child.
Both painful times and comforting times I'm gonna tell you the truth Pretentious strength and greed became meaningless
Both the stormy day and sunny day, let us walk together
I choose the unknown hard path
I will call you my only friend
who supports me
since the day I'm loved by you.
Freedom and easiness become void when alone
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
One may see them as a group of sinful humans, with her as Fallen Angel who charm them with her sweet voices to make them taste the flavor of sins. Everything which is sweet has a dangerous feedback if we are consumed by it. Her song is also the same. Though her voice is sweet, the meaning behind it is bitter. It's same like sins. It's always sweet … always … until that moment when it eats us up from the inside out and rears its ugly face.
Oh Almost there When the horrifying reality separates us, The mundane days started to shine suddenly I'm a prisoner of love Stay with me, stay with me
Don't you give up
Oh I will never abandon you, ever
we are attracted to each other more strongly
I can still keep going for more and more
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
since the day my heart was stolen
I felt I mind neither the solitude nor agony
I'm just a prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
Prisoner of love
I'm just a prisoner of love
I'm a prisoner of love
My baby, say you love me
Stay with me, stay with me
I won't let you be alone
Although the song has ended, the tension still hasn't settled down as the audience cries for more, "Encore! Encore! Encore!" They shout at her, wanting to hear her voice again. She grants their wish, preparing to sing for the next song and soon the room filled with her powerful voice.
A young teen dressed completely in black clothing walks alone down an abandoned alley on her way towards home, tired from singing for such a long time has made her feel extremely exhausted.
After a couple of sluggish steps, she finally couldn't bear the extreme exhaustion making her legs give way and she fell, crashing the trash bin. Her disguise was unrevealed as her hood is lifted up from her fall, revealing her long teal hair.
The sky shows no mercy to her, dropping its tears towards her which dampening the ground in a few seconds. Yet she didn't feel cold. She is smiling towards the sky with tears falling down from her eyes. "Thank goodness I never throw away my Utopia" as she said while slowly closing her eyes, reliving back her memories.
Singing in that place is her only Utopia since her lonely life began. No matter how she tried to become, she still need to hang onto something to avoid breaking herself which turn out to be The Midnight Club as her Utopia - if not she might already gone mad from long time ago.
Comparing the midnight club and school, they are just like dark and light world to her. Because school -the light world - rejects beings like her, she could only stay in the shadow as the shine of the Sun is too bright for her. Even whenever she tries to step under the golden light, it always tries to burn her to death. That's why she could only stay inside dark world which possesses no light. In light World she is DOG but in dark World she is GOD.
Kaito, is her only cloud in light world which protects her from the shine. But even the cloud also avoids her; it only exists in her memories now. Rejected by light world twice makes her realize, that there is no spot for shadows to exist in that world, where she is treated like a dog. Yet in the dark world she is has a presence similar to a God.
She chuckles to herself at the irony of how a dog could become a God and vice versa just by staying in different World.
The morning comes as its shine is forcing her to open her eyes slowly; her blurry vision is becoming clearer as she fully opens her eyes. She blinks several times looking at the clear sky and tries to get up only to find out that her jacket is completely soaked.
"Darn, this is my favorite" she sighs and stands up. Taking off the jacket she once again stares at the clear sky "Even though was raining all night, but somehow … it feels so refreshing"
At her home she quickly puts her wet jacket and shirt inside the washing machine and changes to her spare clothes. While waiting for the washing to be done, she walks to her room. Inside her room is the same like usual, nothing has changed. Just the same old silence atmosphere like before, closed curtains and mirror which stand in the corner of the room.
When she walks pass the clock, the ticking that it made somehow attracted her, she looked at the clock with a sad smile. "Yeah, from today on there is no need for me to go there anymore. Everything is over … yes … it's over already". She walks towards the curtain and carefully opens it a bit so people outside won't see her. She peeks, terrified with the view outside. She could feel a shiver over her spine, and fear manipulating her mind once again. The ache in her heart which makes her tremble is back.
"Thi-thi-this is ... this is … this is too cruel!"