Genya was always a fan of a Heavy Metal group from Germany, and to his fortune, that year they made a charity tour of various countries in Asia. He was excited, which was something that rarely happened. He was hardly ever seen smiling that way, with his rude and intimidating appearance. It was like one of those miracles that happened once in a lifetime every few centuries. Tanjirou really loved seeing his friend so happy, even if he didn't know the reason at first. The normally grotesque attitude of the boy who was two years old more than him was worth recording. The few times he deigned to appear at his institute, seemed to be in the clouds during school hours, and the free and rest periods he dragged the redhead kid into a tangle of anxiety and impatience, expressing a thousand and one times how much he wanted to go to the concert by one of his favorite group. He repeated the same conversation numerous times, causing his friend to already know the words by heart, and even the albums and the names of the musicians. Had shown him cases with different styles depending on the theme of the album in question. What most caught Tanjirou's attention was that in each and every one of them, one of the members had a boar head. It could be something like his identity sign, since he was the only one that kept a specific accessory for all the photos and covers. Only in some it showed the mouth, but nothing else. A mouth that didn't see too well due to the poor quality of the image on printed paper. Admittedly, Genya had downloaded the pirated discographies, burned it into CDs, and bought empty disc boxes to put the alleged covers on a piece of paper. It was easier to just use a USB, but the taller one was happier to pretend he had albums.

He couldn't lie, felt very good for his friend, but wasn't interested enough to start searching the internet about them. Few heavy metal bands could come to like him. They must have been very good for it to happen. Of course, more than once he thought about browsing information about that faceless fellow. More than anything because he had a slight whim to see what he looked like. The secrets and mysteries did call his attention, and certainly, that musician was one. Had already been warned by Genya that Hog, or so he thought his name was, had never been seen without his mask, and that not even his comrades and manager had witnessed his face. He told that he used to have problems because of it and that he was once almost expelled from the band for refusing to take it off. Tanjirou knew everything about them because of Genya. That the only woman in the group was named Dorn, who was 19 years old, was obsessed with porcupines to such a degree that she discolored the tips of her short hair and combed it in a way that simulated spikes, made choruses and played the bass. That the guitarist called himslef Eisbär, 21 years old, and that under his appearance of serious and calm he was quite aggressive. That fact had never imagined him seeing the face he had, especially when had his hair tied up as if he were some kind of sexy officer. He knew Hog was a vocalist and drummer, just like Löwe. Between the two they exchanged positions according to the type of song or the difficulty of the percussion. That guy was quite big, about 23 years old, and Tanjorou liked his funny expression, he seemed charismatic. And going back to Hog, there wasn't more information that his boar head was really, hollow and stuffed. Was that legal?... Also that he was strangely shorter than the others and that he was very competitive. And according to interviews with his colleagues, a bit stupid, with few lights, very dumb. He didn't understand why he wasn't in the interviews. Not even Genya, who was the obsessed fan, knew anything that would have been confirmed by the musician himself. He didn't participate in radio or television programs, didn't answer questions from reporters when leaving or entering a concert. Without realizing it, he was turning all that mystery that revolved around the musician. So much so that he didn't realize that he had just passed the door of his classroom.

"Tanjirou!" the salvation. Zenitsu's voice was able to snap him out of his musings and turn around, embarrassed at how silly he must have looked as passed the class like that. He walked in and sat down in his seat, his blond friend next to him. They had known each other many years ago for coinciding in the same schools. And he wished it would continue to be so. "Where were you going so engrossed? Are you already thinking about girls?" gave him a soft laugh.

"The only one who thinks about girls like that is you." commented, starting to take out his notes.

"Did you just confess that you're gay?" His hesitant and teasing question brought a powerful laugh to his comrade.

You are so silly, Zenitsu." he didn't think was gay, but wasn't sure either. He had never felt any kind of attraction to anyone beyond good friendship. It wasn't something that could catch his attention. Even thought that he was asexual. His life was totally focused on studying and returning home to take care of his siblings while her mother worked. Hardly had time for himself, only when had days off, when Urokodaki was going to spend a few days with them, being this a good friend of his mother or in summer vacations. In fact, he had a rented apartment in the center of city, near the school, but he hardly stepped on it because of his family obligations. Only on some Fridays where her mother was free could she return to that small home of his own.

-Shinazugawa is still...?

"Kamado!" he mentioned it before, before it appeared hitting on the door and scaring half the students. "I have it, I have the date! strode over to him and planted his big hands hard on the table.

"The date?" Tanjirou blinked several times, confused. He didn't understand what was referring to.

"The concert date! It's tomorrow!" He took three tickets out of his pocket. "I got them, and they gave me an extra just because!"

It was certainly strange to see him so lively. It was even scary. But it made sense. Who wouldn't be elated having the opportunity to see their favorite artists live? Zenitsu didn't take his eyes off the scene that guy was setting up. He didn't trust him too much. Genya was already 17 years old, about to turn 18, and still in high school. He could afford it himself, had a previous year where he was very distracted by a new girl and ended up repeating school year, being right now in his best friend's classroom.

"That's fantastic! Who are you planning to go with?" was a stupid question that made the older boy frown. What the hell?... His only trustworthy friend was the redhead kid, how the hell did that question come up?

"With you, idiot." He rubbed the tickets over his face, making the boy uncomfortable until he was forced to shake the head and push his hands.

"It's very nice of you, but I have to see if I can. You know my mother..."

"Tomorrow is Saturday, fool."

It was starting to look pretty bad. He didn't remember that it was the last day of class that week. He smiled radiantly again and planted the hand on the desk, generating a very faint dry sound.

"It's true. So I can. But you have a ticket left." He looked askance at the blond boy, who caught the crossing of the pupils and began to wave his arms in denial with a terrified face. It wasn't that he didn't like that music, but... It was Genya who scared him! Tanjirou didn't take pity on him, Zenitsu had to start to relate better with more people. "Can Zenitsu come too?"

Immediately, following the redhead kid's index finger, the half-shaved one turned his dark eyes to the other boy, who spat out his soul in panic. The taller one frowned at that strange gesture and shrugged.

"If he want..." he gave the two tickets to the young man with hanafuda earrings. "I give them to you in case he refuses, I don't care who you bring."

"Thank you."

Just in time finishing planning for Genya to be kicked out of that classroom by the start of class. It was going to be an unforgettable experience, he was sure. Deep down he knew that the blonde boy liked rock and its variations, only he didn't say it because he considered it something that could give him a bad image. He had it in his head that they would see him as a criminal or someone aggressive if he liked that type of music. Tanjirou considered it one of the biggest and most stereotypical stupid things there was. But Zenitsu was so weak in the face of other people's opinions that he was carried away by the most absurd nonsense.

To his surprise, his entire day had passed too quickly. So much so that he barely had time to think that the next day he would travel to the center of Tokyo to assist at that concert. It wasn't until he had dinner that was finally free. And to be honest, he was really lost. How was supposed to be dressed? In the style of Genya? Or was it worth a simple button-down shirt and jeans? Nor did he want to be making the journey with gazes over his image. That of dressing everything in dark tones and torn clothes or with excessive silver or pointed accessories it wasn't for him. He chose to get what he thought at the beginning. A simple black shirt and blue jeans. Chose sneakers in case the terrain was too rough, or in the end he felt resentful of the feet. The simplest was the best in those cases. Subtle and comfortable. A true fashion genius. He was so pleased that a slightly haughty smile had crept into his eyes as he stared at his prepared clothes, folded in the desk chair. Stared at the laptop on it for a few moments, well placed and closed. Slightly twisted his mouth, struggling whether to take it or not. He must be getting under the covers to sleep, but... Well, for a while it didn't hurt anyone.

The first thing he did before anything was change and put on green pajamas of a light shade that he loved. When he did, picked up the electronic device and leaned back against the head of the bed. Opened the lid and turned it on. He waited a little for it to start, a few seconds that he took to turn off the light with the switch next to him. It was lucky that his room had two of these. One by the door and the other where he was. Opened the internet and clicked on the search engine. Stopped for a moment to think... Genya had really eaten Tanjirou's head, until a couple of days ago he didn't care enough to look for anything, and yet, now he was of his own free will on the net, with a curiosity excessive that had to satiate or he wouldn't end up sleeping all night. In the bar he started to write Rage Wild, the name of the group. All kinds of links came out. From online stores to official YouTube channel videos, images, paparazzi photos, interviews... One by one, he was reviewing them, leaving the videos for the end. It was about 10 minutes and hadn't discovered anything new. He proceeded to get into the music videos, but not before plugging in his white headphones. It was the first time he would listen to them, and... Good heavens, so power they had. And best of all, they sounded melodic and pleasing to the ears despite the heavy style. They were damn geniuses. He admired every detail, the way they played the instruments, the physical energy released with each movement. Could tell they loved their profession. Now that he saw them in good definition and not on poor quality printed square paper, could better see their features. This girl was quite pretty, she combined her femininity with rebellion and it was fantastic. He noticed the guitarist, the one with the small jet black ponytail. His gray eyes were quite deep, he understood better where that calm expression that deceived so much came from. He played with great force. There were times when Tanjirou thought he had broken a rope. The video clip song featured that man, Löwe, if he remembered correctly. His brown hair was a mess, but it made the look better that way. His voice sounded quite abrupt and serious. The drummer looked like he was going to end up going crazy at some point, it made him laugh the desperate way he beat the drums. He ad a lot of energy and outrageous biceps. He didn't understand how the vibrating layers of the whole instrument hadn't already broken. He couldn't see it well because of the clutter of the musical object, but his torso was bare. It was quite pale, probably nordic despite having been in Germany. Wasn't satisfied, taking away the fact that he had liked the first song and wanted to listen to another, but with the exchange of singers. He randomly searched for one where it was and opened the link. There he was again shirtless, with his waist surrounded by belts, this time as the center of the group. What kind of diet should he take to have the torso this marked? What was strange to him was his hip and legs. The hip one was a little wide, perhaps due to the expansion of his muscles. And the rest was quite confusing under those tight pants. But could see the shape, they were thin and with a perfect amount of meat in the right places. That couldn't be musculature, it looked smoother. Focused for a while on his voice. He sounded different from the other, younger, but also rude and torn. He gave the lyrics a lot of emotion, as if he lived them. It wasn't in them that he noticed, so he didn't know what they said despite being in english, a language in which he drew honors, as in almost everything. he tried to see his face, but nothing beyond his mouth and his nose a little. From what little Tanjirou could witness, the latter looked small, his nostrils too subtle. He twisted the head a little, as if that way he could change the angle of the camera that recorded the video. He was quite surprised that her lips were so colorful, that indicated a very healthy and abundant blood supply in them. Perfectly cared for. If I weren't so adept at it for having younger sisters, I'd swear I was wearing colorless lipstick. Or even... it could be that he was wrong and really was like that. Although wasn't uncommon, the colorless lipstick was highly recommended for lips that cutted easily. He used it when it happened to him. The boy finished listening to the song and was tempted to put on another, but decided to continue with more searches. He left YouTube and returned to the bar. His nimble, accustomed fingers tapped Rage Wild Hog and pressed to search. The exact same thing came out, except that the videos only had the member as a vocalist. He pressed the lips together, giving the new links a chance he hadn't seen before. Nothing. He scratched his chin and repeated the search; Rage Wild Hog without Mask. It was a necessity to see his face, it happened with every character or person. When Zenitsu showed Deadmau5 he almost went half crazy looking for his real face under that cyber mouse helmet. He wasn't calm until he saw it. But this guy... Hog was giving him troubles. He saw all the image galleries, and even digital drawings. In all of them was that damned boar head, not a human face. He bit his cheek on the inside, visibly stressed. Had no choice but to listen to the interviews of the other three, to see if they said anything about him.

Without realizing it, he had spent two hours glued to the laptop, and he obtained nothing more than what Genya had told him, being true that the musicians considered Hog a silly person. And it was over, there was no more about the boy, not even his age. When he looked at the clock, his eyes widened, cursing that damned drummer and vocalist for making him lost time. Because yes, he considered it his fault for not showing his face. It had himself restless. He knew it, that night he was not going to be able to sleep more than knowing what his lips looked like. It wasn't enough. Sighed deeply, ready to search just a little longer. Luckily, he ended up reading a thread from a Reddit user who assist at one of the concerts, and by chance in a photo with a friend, he caught Hog in the background with his hand on the neck, seeming to scratch himself. Very subtly, under the gray fur of the mask, the redhead kid could see a very fine lock of just some strands of blue hair, the exact shades of which weren't distinguished by all the color lights they gave it. He had made his first discovery! That link was so lost and little visited that it didn't surprise him that Genya didn't know.

He didn't realize when he'd fallen asleep with the computer on his lap, but luckily off it had a security system that disconnected it when too much time passed without using it. He slowly opened the eyes and rubbed them, removing the files and his blurred vision. Put the device down and stretched out better on the bed, ready to continue sleeping. However, his mother's voice completely prevented him.

"Tanjirou?" The young boy made a loud sound with his mouth closed, indicating that he was listening. Heard the door open and turned the head a little to see his mother. "Didn't you have to go to a concert today?"

-Huh... Yes. Why do you ask?" stretched his legs out under the bed sheets, feeling quite comfortable after doing so.

"Honey, it's already noon." Her warning finished waking him up completely, slightly frightened and with a slight pressure on his throat. What does she mean noon?! He was going to be late! He hadn't even eaten anything all morning because he was asleep! Almost as if she had read his mind, she replied with a sweet smile. "Calm down, I have prepared your backpack with everything. Just get dressed." the consideration came from genetic. She had arranged for several small meals and drinks. She even stuffed his green and black checkered wallet with money and ID. Normally Tanjirou took care of his things, he was a responsible boy, but as a young kid, he could be clueless, and his mother knew that.

Thanks to her, he was able to get to the train in time to arrive at Zenitsu's house, which was two stops away. His mobile vibrated with a too generic high-pitched sound. A notification had just come through. He took it out of his pants pocket and unlocked it.

[15:06] Zunther : Where are you going? Are you already?

[15:06] Tanjirou: I have 5 minutes left on the subway.

[15:06] Zunther: When you get off don't go out, your delinquent friend is here and we go to where you are to take the train to the center.

[15:06] Tanjirou: Don't call it that, poor Genya :(

[15:07] Zunther: He seems like that!

He put the phone back down when he saw the transport stop. He got up from the seat and went out, looking for those two. It wasn't too complicated due to Zenitsu's light hair. He raised his hand and waved it to be noticed among the crowd of people. He finished approaching and noted the blond boy's tension regarding Genya. Surely they hadn't spoken since they met and Zenitsu was about to explode from discomfort. Thank heaven he was there to calm the atmosphere, because with him present they did relate a little. The train ride was kind of tight, there were a lot of people heading to the same place. Quite a few of them dressed as their highest friend, women and men. He felt somewhat out of place, and he was betting anything on the golden-eyed one too. But they were there to enjoy later, it was worth it. After getting off, constantly chatting, they walked towards the huge covered auditorium.

"Ah, Genya! Guess what I discovered." Tanjirou spoke, with an excited and proud tone. The other's inquiring gaze gave him permission to continue. "I found out that Hog has blue hair!" At once, the taller one shook him by the shoulders, visibly surprised.

"Don't fuck! How?!"

"Who is Hog?" Zenitsu was the only one who did not have so much information, he only knew what they looked like.

"The boar..." the redhead boy's state tone from the agitation of the older one made the blonde kid laugh. "I found out from the photo that a fan uploaded to Reddit. He accidentally caught Hog in the background and some hair had escaped under his mask. Look." When the shaking stopped, he took out the phone, having downloaded the image from it. Showed his the zoomed-in screen and Genya's soul leaked out of the mouth.

"You're a damn genius." The punk-haired man slapped him on the back with the hand, so happy it almost tripped him.

They didn't take more than 10 minutes to get in and mingle with the crowd, trying, of course, not to separate. About an hour passed in which fans took time to settle down until the lights went out and everything went dark. But for a short time. Spotlights of red, white, and blue light illuminated an already busy stage. Along with the euphoria of the people, Genya began to scream like a madman when the guitar began to sound slowly, leaving spaces of silence between some notes that generated a more epic atmosphere. Zenitsu's ears were greatly resented, but he admitted that the electric tune was very well played. For the main course, the drums lit up, setting the rhythm of the six-string instrument. Tanjirou saw him, it was him. If he wanted to quench his curiosity, he would have to be very attentive to his every move, to see if it was an oversight he showed something else. It was then when the start culminated with the rest of the group, and of course, the blonde boy kept putting cute eyes on Dorn, the bassist and chorus girl.

Song after song, the brown man jumped up and spoke in english to the audience, cheering up even more and making jokes so absurd in the short breaks that they were even funny. One act that made everyone laugh out loud was when, after too silly a phrase, a drumstick crashed into the back of his brown head, so close to the microphone that the funny, dry sound was heard. The redhead boy was no exception, he felt himself drowning when he saw how the boar-headed drummer had thrown that stick at the vocalist. It was the first time that I had seen a professional music group behave that way in the middle of the concert, and spoke for the drummers and vocalists, those two seemed to be the life of the party always. The first part ended to give the artists a half hour break and free time for people to breathe a little or eat. All three were quite lively, there wasn't only good music, but also fun between songs. The younger ones ended up fully understanding why Genya loved them so much. They needed to eat and drink a little.

On the other hand, the four members descended to the dressing rooms, cooler than that heated air they always created wherever they went.

"My head still itches. Your fucking stick hurt." Löwe complained with contrary intentions to sound annoying. He was smiling with a bit of irony. It was worth mentioning that they and their manager communicated entirely in german. And with fans they did it in english as it was the most globalized language.

"It's also your stick. And you screw yourself." Hog crossed his arms over his bare chest, giving himself airs of grandeur.

"Why are you so cruel?" the most adult of them pretended an overreacted cry.

"Why are you so stupid?"

The remaining pair pressed their own laughs against their throats, holding on. Dorn's viper tongue began to move.

"I don't think the stupid is him." Her sharp, slightly poisonous tone made the boy in the mask snort.

"Are you challenging me?!" The pale boy clenched his fists with a hint of anger poking into his torn voice.

-Come on. We were joking, you shouldn't be like that." Löwe tried to relax the atmosphere, but Hog was already angry. And yet, he was forced to keep quiet for not causing internal problems again. It was enough with a single time just for not wanting to remove the boar head. And he managed to be left alone, albeit at a somewhat high cost, and it wasn't to confront any of his comrades in any way, even if they began to provoke him first. Instead of going to the meeting room to rest together, he snarled into another hallway and ducked into his own dressing room.

"How sensitive..." murmured, until now, the man who hadn't opened the mouth all the time.

He entered with a fury and threw himself on his back and without any care on the sofa. Violently took off her mask, completely dislodging is black hair, long to medium length with blue tips, wet with the sweat that the extra heat of the fur caused. His frown slightly bent the thick lashes over two emeralds he had for eyes. At no time did he leave the boar head, he kept it in his hand in case someone appeared. He hated his face, had been teased for years. Had obtained the animal's head by buying it from a hunting store. He always hated that so-called hobby, but the liking for how boars looked and getting something to hide his features was the perfect mix. By the time he entered the group, already had it. And he had never taken it off. Therefore, no one knew who he really was. He kept all kinds of information hidden, name included. Neither joke would risk being the subject of media dramas for a stormy past or an uncertain present, as if his life was something to sell. He got up and walked to the dresser, resting one hand on it and peering closely at his image in the mirror. Had tried cutting his own hair too, and there was no way to dissimulate his features, so he gave up on doing it again. If Dorn or Eisbär saw him, he was sure they would bother him. Snorted himself and went into the toilet to cool off a bit.

The second part of the concert took place with the exchange of drummers and singers. And a change of clothes. It was one of the few times that Hog wore a baggy shirt. He preferred them that way so that they brushed the bare minimum of his skin. The older boy took his turn to pound on the drums while Hog took command of the voice. It was surprising, energetic. Every time he sang forgot the whole world and got into the role of the lyrics. If the melody spoke of a villain, he was that villain. If it was a man in love, he was that man. If he described the life of a damn dog, he was that dog. He couldn't help but feel like the star of anything. People loved hearing him because of how youthful, but powerful, he sounded, because of the emotions put into each note. He carried them to another world through the ears. They were still at the start, with the darkness hiding their second image.

The trio of friends took place closer. That was nice to Tanjirou to observe better and discover more about the physique of that surprising fellow. Nevertheless...

"Genya, doesn't it smell like burnt?"

Before the other could respond, the echo of a spark echoed throughout the auditorium. And then, a rusty metal sound, similar to the old hinges of a huge gate being opened. The music stopped with the appearance of that huge beam that had come off a thick cable, rushing towards the stage. Before impacting and after hearing the screams of the musicians behind him, Hog had to jump himself against the drums to avoid being crushed. He broked it down with his weight, causing a slight drop in Löwe. It hurt a lot, but at least he wasn't dead. The screams of the crowd echoed loudly, in complete panic. They were fleeing from something that none of the drummers still grasped. Not until they were able to get up and watch their two teammates yell at them from behind the stage to get out of there. Sparks from the cable caused a dangerous fire.

In the same way, the three friends were lost, separated by chaos, pressed against the human current that tried to flow towards the nearest exit. Tanjirou was pushed in such a way that instead of advancing he was pushed back. He heard the same metallic sound again.

Both vocalists got up desperately between the detached and shattered drums. The older adult had the facility to be very robust and large and get out of there. However, it took a little longer for Hog to finish come out under the battery. When he stood up and took just two strides, a second beam fell. He heard nothing more than that, not even the continuous screams of his comrades. By reflex, he jumped off the high stage and fell violently to the floor, rolling a bit. Well, possibly something had just broken, he could hear and feel a part crunch in his body. The smoke he had swallowed made him increasingly dizzy. The heat was so intense that he didn't notice when his boar head had come off, flying to who knew where.

The only thing the redhead boy could see was that, among the people, near the fire, there was a person lying around who nobody paid attention to. But he couldn't do the same. He was too concerned and self-sacrificing. It was impossible for him to abandon someone in such a state. He struggled against the current, and left the crowd, only now having a few stragglers heading to the same point.

"Are you ok?!" He crouched hastily, holding the other hand. He saw that face rise to look at him and...

Wow.

It was completely lost in those emerald meadows. His damn favorite color was completely bathing that person's irises. That nose was fine, small. Those thin eyebrows and outlined in a perfect arch, somewhat furrowed by possible pain. And the lips. Oh, that lips. As bright and pink as that own ash-stained cheeks. And that hair, a blue-tipped mid-mane hair, shiny and silky-looking. He had seen many people there with the same color in different ways, but none liked it as much as this hairstyle wore. She was a woman. He was definitely sure of it. A lady too pretty despite the inappropriate clothing she wore.

It wasn't until his ears caught a voice. An advanced japanese language very well executed. He was able to lift the head to find the reason why he was listening so closely. Sounded desperate, scared. He could understand the language, but not speak it for himself. That was too much to think about and it would give him a headache. Even more. He raised his narrowed eyes and, again...

Wow.

He had just found out that he was possibly gay. Or maybe bisexual. Was completely imprisoned in that plum and wine color his irises gave off, intensifying in the light of the flames. Fiery eyes that burned as if he had fully plunged into the fire. Healthy lips, a pale pink tone and a perfectly straight nose. His slightly brown skin was like cinnamon. Oh, he loved cinnamon. However, what most caught his attention was the scar on that forehead. He wasn't going to admit it, but to him it was battle marks that demonstrated the strength of the individual. And that japanese boy seemed a tough one with having such a big one on his head. His hair. His damned red hair gave off so much clean light, so many shades, from the darkest garnet to the most vibrant crimson.

He felt like he was passing out, and not exactly from the smoke.