"The Show Must Go On"
~a Tomo songfic~
Right.... *coughs* This idea came to me, it's one of those fics that demands to be written regardless of
how it sounds. The song "The Show Must Go On" is by Queen, FY and all related characters by Watase Yuu. No spoilers, mostly implied, but if you know who Tomo is you'll be all right. C&C encouraged, of course. Especially with this one.
~Jasmine-chan
Empty spaces, what are we waiting for?
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score.
On and on,
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Tomo sat in front of the mirror. The routine
wasn't new, he had been doing it ever since he
remembered. The daily morning ritual of putting on the
makeup, adjusting his hair, making sure he appeared as
the loyal, imposing general every single day. Making
sure he looked confident, strong.
He stared at the mirror today, though. The face
reflected in the glass was unfamiliar - the eyes amber
that held warmth trapped in their depths, the face
uncertain and trembling. He didn't even know his own
face.
Only the false face.
Another hero, another mindless crime, Behind the
curtain in
the pantomime.
Hold the line -
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
His fingers shaking, he somehow managed to put the
makeup on. And with it, he masked the uncertainty, the
fear.
The boy Chuin was dead. The Seiryuu
shichiseishi Tomo lived in his place now. The
confident one, loyal to the Kutou shogun, who was also
the Seiryuu seishi Nakago.
The show must go on.
The show must go on.
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile still stays on.
Nakago had power. Something he, Tomo, lacked. To
control a whole country, second only to the Kutou
emperor (in name, Tomo reminded himself, as Nakago was
a man of ambition) - the only time he experienced that
thrilling power was through his illusions. Using his
illusions, HE controlled the situation.
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache, another failed romance.
On and on,
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning-
I must be warmer now,
I'll soon be turning 'round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free.
Such irony. Now he was in control, different from
Chuin. Chuin was gone. Gone because he was weak,
clinging to fairy tales and old opera stories that
were all lies.
Tomo finished getting ready and wandered down
the halls of the Kutou palace. A flash of gold hair,
and his eyes were drawn to the imposing shogun already
farther past him.
He tried, tried so hard to impress the
shogun...
But he heard Nakago's voice in his mind's ear,
the implied threat the shogun could carry out without
a second thought.
"You are useful now, but when you aren't any
longer..."
The show must go on.
The show must go on, yeah.
Oooh, inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile still stays on.
Yeah, oh, oh, oh.
Nakago saw him only as a tool. A tool for his own
ambitions, which nobody except Nakago knew.
A remnant of the boy Chuin trembled behind the
makeup.
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies.
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die.
I can fly, my friends.
Scattered memories of the opera. Of tales sung and
danced, tales with happy endings, tales with romance
and heroes and daring. And of his younger self, silver
hair dancing with him as Chuin danced the parts
joyfully.
He had so loved the opera. But that was before~
The show must go on, yeah.
The show must go on.
I'll face it with a grin,
I'm never giving in,
On with the show.
Resolution budded in Tomo's mind. Perhaps the mask
he hid behind was worthless now. Nakago was going to
use them all, that was certain. Before, though, he had
focused on the horrible experience of the opera, not
the warmth and the joy of it. Not the singing and
dancing he had enjoyed so much, not the illusion of
the opera. The first illusion he created.
I'll top the bill,
I'll overkill.
I have to find the will to carry on.
On with the-
On with the show.
And in that illusion, there was life.
The show must go on.
