Today is Clear's birthday (well, it was when I started writing this chapter), so I'm gonna hurry and write this. I was stuck with writer's block again until I remembered something. I don't own Dramatical Murder. And I don't own Clear because he's everyone's baby.
The air on the island was steadily growing warmer. The flowers were beginning to bloom once again. Spring had arrived to Midorijima.
He tried to tilt his face toward the warm sunlight as he walked home. He hummed the jellyfish song as he went.
Rather, he tried to as he had to occasionally weave through the people walking the opposite direction. He was seriously considering walking on roofs to travel again faster again.
But if he were to travel via roof, he wouldn't have overheard the chatter of the cherry blossoms coming into bloom soon. The teenagers spoke loudly about their plan to watch them.
He himself could hardly remember the last time he saw the cherry blossoms bloom.
Perhaps he could go watch them with Clear. It would be the boy's first time. They could go late, after everyone else was done watching.
He smiled to himself, earning himself a few confused stares from those around him. He couldn't help it when he imagined how excited Clear would be. He wouldn't likely be bored, since he got excited over the simplest things like jellyfish and the curious mounds of garbage at their dump.
He began to plan out their evening to watch the seasons change.
Something felt off as he approached the house.
He couldn't but his finger on it. It was something in the air. Something just out of earshot. He didn't know why, but it felt... familiar.
"Clear?" he called out as he knocked on the door. "Clear, is that you?"
The odd feeling went away after he knocked on the door. Not all at once, though. Some of it lingered, bouncing around in his head and giving him the slightest of headaches. He frowned slightly. What was it?
Clear opened the door for him. He was nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Grandpa! Welcome home!" Clear chirped.
"I'm back," he answered. "I'm sorry I took so long today. But you know something? I'm going to make it up to you."
Clear tilted his head. "You don't have to do that, but... May I ask what you're going to do?"
He followed the masked man into the house. "I'll let it be a surprise. Besides, it seems that you have something to tell me first."
Clear nodded eagerly. "Was I that obvious?"
"Just a bit."
Clear laughed a bit. He lead him to the couch and motioned for him to sit down. "I found a new song."
He raised an eyebrow at the word 'found' but didn't voice his confusion. "Okay. May I hear it?"
Clear nodded. He stretched out his arms and took a deep breath.
What came out wasn't his usual sweet melody.
It was twisted and warped. A rough melody that rattled around in his head. He couldn't focus on anything else. Clear seemed to be completely unaware of the effects of this song.
The song that he was supposed to be programmed with.
A normal person wouldn't notice. The only reason why he was even aware was because he had worked on the project. He had heard the song before many times with his ears protected. The most that he could do now, though, was stare blankly at Clear while his mind went blank. He couldn't even respond when the song ended.
"Grandpa?" Clear asked when he didn't move. "Grandpa, are you okay?"
He gently shook him by his shoulders. Clear grew increasingly panicked. He called out his name again and again, shaking him more roughly to snap him out of it. He could hear muffled sobs behind the mask. It wasn't until Clear started brokenly singing the Jellyfish Song that he snapped out of it with no memory of what had just occured.
Clear promised to never sing that song again.
They didn't get to see the cherry blossoms that day.
I finally finished, holy crap. I'm sorry it's short. Just, the writer's block. I had no idea what to write for this chapter until I saw that Clear mentioned he could sing Grand Music/Dye Music too.
Review, please!
