Drifting Souls
a Gravitation fic by
Mitsukai
'Souls are strange beings. The move where they will and are yet confined within the contours of the body. Greeks thought the body the temple of the soul, where it dwelt freely. During the middle ages, it was thought that the body was the prison of the soul. It is hard to tell which is correct, in this day in age, though it seems to be elements of both. Yet when bouncing around on the pinball board of life and existence, certain souls find and attract others. There is no pattern in these kindred souls, perhaps they belong to man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, human and animal; each attraction and bonding is a special thing. In strange instances when a group of souls are brought together by one...
It is called Gravitation.'
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Chapter III - Not Everyone Has Bad Luck
A Few of Them Are Lucky
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Shuichi beckoned Hikari with a wave of his hand from the door of the recording studio and she followed the implied path, sticking her head in to watch the members of the band get ready, her presence as of yet, unnoticed. She cast her gold flecked gaze around the room, glance flickering like a skittsh hummingbird from one person to the next. Shuichi himself had become wrapped up in his enterance, seeming to decide that since everyone was pre-occupied, he might as well scare some energy into them. Hikari had no doubt what so ever that he was full enough of what passed for electrical charge, that anyone who touched his personality would yelp, before fizzling. Aside from Shindou-san, she had not made the aquaintance of anyone in the rehersal room yet, but the other band members looked slightly less out of the ordinary than their wine haired leader. 'However,' she thought, 'normal is not a word you can use loosely here, as I have found out.'
The bassist seemed blissfully unaware of everyone's presence, strumming a few soundless and lifeless, as of yet, cords on the guitar that had yet to be brought to life at its owner's beck and call. Fujisaki was fiddling with the keyboard on the synthesizer, playing a remix of some song that was only issuing through his earphones. A tall man with a familiarly shaped object seemed to be self absorbed in the corner, though he broke his own silence with a laugh at several different times, admiring the object... was that a rifle? Hikari shook her head slightly, her slightly mussed sable hair swinging along with the gentle half-amused, half-unnerved shake of her head as if keeping time, or better yet, agreeing with its mistress.
The other corner was occupied in consoling a dark haired man, who was crouching with a few stacks of notes in his visibly trembling hands. He paused a moment in his obvious mental tirade to adjust his glasses, which due to the salty stream charting a course steadily down his cheeks had begun to slip.
The cellist signed, and stepped silently into the room, her feet hissing slightly across the tile as her presence, clad in hose but not shoes, joined the six others already within the confines of the smallish room. Her wandering thoughts had pulled on their boots and were making their way down another untread path in her mind when an earthquake abrubtly opened under the traveler's new boots and pitched the unwary thought back into the swirling abyss of her mind. Vaguely wondering why her thoughts had foot covering, a department in which she was sorely lacking, she looked up in time to see the energetic boy make a grab for the microphone.
"Konnichiwa, minna! Let's get started!" He yelled loudly, a shock of sould blaring throughout the room like a useless fog horn on a bright, cloudless day. The occupants of the room looked up at that, and minna-san, sans Fujisaki, smiled a little, secretly, at his normal rambunctious intrusion. Hiroshi smiled a little wider as he read the subtle nuances of emotion trailing across his close friend's face, and asked the inevitable question of the day.
"You're in a better than usual mood, Shuichi. What's happened? Something earthshaking between you and Yuki? Or something else shaking?" The energetic wonder jumped on top of a chair, and waved his hands excitedly, pointedly ignoring the extra innuendo in Hiro's question. Hikari however, was caught unawares, and flushed a delicate rose pink, not unlike her newfound friend's hair, on Shuichi's behalf, since he seemed not to notice.
"I brought Yamishika-san to listen! So let's do our best, everyone!" He then swung around the microphone pole, and began to dance fluidly in the background. Hikari tried her best to meld with the wall, who was happy with its newest aquisition and began to pull her in. She began to slink out quietly, but was stopped quickly when K made her the target of his newest, and brilliantly polished, aquisition.
"Hold up." K said in heavily accented English, motioning with the rifle that she should proceed to sit in the chair Shuichi had recently vacated. Wondering if she was going to be tied to the chair, for the cellist had learnt quite quickly that almost anything was possible within this building... or out of it, Hikari moved cautiously over to the four- legged bit of wood; she then quickly took a seat, and looked warily at the barrel of the gun that was aimed directly at her forehead.
"Eh, don't worry. K-san wouldn't actually shoot you." Hiro offered while plugging in the guitar. "It gives him quite a hold on everyone, though." she nodded, and turned slightly to watch, aware that this K-san was now leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He was still holding the gleaming gun though. She sighed softly, raised her hand to scratch her head, decided against it, and leaned back in the chair to see exactly what it was Shuichi had been so hyper about.
"Are we ready now...?" Fujisaki asked monotonely from behind the glass, twitching with slight annoyance bordering on acceptance at the still dancing Shuichi. He received an affirmative from a slightly more attentious member of the band, and hit the enter key, starting up the background for 'The Rage Beat.' The flamboyantly haired vocalist threw himself, literally, into the song; he leaped at the microphone and grabbed it on his way towards the wall, landing exactly where he had 'planned' to. The psuedo-imprisoned cellist stifled a giggle with one hand, squeezing the life out of it before it emerged into the air and embarassed her on the spot. Pretty soon, she found herself nodding to the beat, not aware of it until she looked down and spotted the ends of her hair moving as if by their own jurisdiction.
Actually, it was quite good. Hikari had never been much of a J-pop follower... or was it J-rock, but she still found it an enjoyable song. Deleberating for a while, she found it to be a bit of both, and decided not to trouble herself further. By the time she had figured out the answer, being obviously that her brain wasn't made to handle quandaries and paradoxes like this, the song was ending; so she expressed her appreciation by applauding the ecstatically grinning vocalist.
"That's good, I like it." She nodded, "Ano... That was a bit of a leap you did there at the beginning though, Shindou-san. Please don't try it on stage, you you may find yourself at the mercy of the fans." His suddenly pained face told her all she needed to know, and another giggle popped out unsuccessfully squashed. Her eyes twinkling, she followed up with her 'critique' as per request. "You've got a wonderful voice Shindou- san, I'm jealous." She said winking a little, "I have tried to sing, and quickly found that most keys are foreign to me. You have a good grasp of most everything melody-wise," She tapped her ear slightly, the tip of her index finger lightly touching the tip of it as she continued, "since I have played the cello for most of my life, my ear is very sensitive to pitch. I have nothing sour to report, and that's very good; normally I'll wince a few times." She chuckled again, as the now tickled pink Shuichi nodded an affirmative and went to pester Sakano-san about the new lyrics he had written. Seeing the producer in tears in the corner, he looked rather flustered. However, Hikari has already shifted her golden brown gaze upon another member of the group.
The cellist inclined her head slightly, noting the general aura of good will about the bassist, who was now again running his thumb gently across the banded metal that had sung for him, its pitches now dulled with the loss of electricity. Red hair spilled over his shoulders as he leant foreward to examine a fingering. Before long, he noticed her attention, as one is apt to do when one is being scrutinized. A small smile flickered across her face, like the light on a dying bulb whos filiment is just about to shatter.
"You are... Nakano-san, right?" At his nod, Hikari crossed her arms, and leaned forward a bit her hair slipping across her shoulders to coil into her lap. She rested her elbows on her knees and bit her lip thoughtfully. "How long have you been playing?" She had already formed her own guesses, but asked anyway, incase there were things she hadn't taken into account. Before he could answer, Shuichi, after finishing his mini- conference with the producer in time to hear the question, flew across the room.
"Forever!" He called, before slamming into the wall. The wall, who had been waiting for this since he leaped at the microphone, took advantage of this momentary lapse in his defenses to stand perfectly still and be a flat surface, which it thought was quite a daring move in its case, and was particularly proud of itself. Hiro rubbed the back of his head, and shrugged a little apologetically at the chuckling lady, gesturing that he didn't remember. She pursed her lips slightly, then un did the clasp to add another two yen to the pile that was steadily growing from her mouth.
"Well," she said wryly, "I'm glad your infinite practicing has paid off then. Did you write the solo you played? Wait, please disregard my last comment, I'm sure you did, because otherwise you wouldn't be as comfortable playing it as you undoubetedly are." chuckling, Hiro nodded, and resumed plucking away at the now soundless strings.
"And the one behind the plastic." She smiled again, realizing with surprise that she had been smiling a lot more since she met up with Shindou- san, and mentally scratched her head; no marks that way, you see. "You are Suguru-san?" the one in question nodded curtly, his dark jade hair bouncing slightly to ghost the motion just made by the keyboardist, and went back to comparing the two screens. "I've never heard the song unmixed, so I wouldn't know what to say, but I can tell you aren't a stranger to doing that type of thing. It sounds quite professional, and I'd not mind you mixing a few of mine..." She winced, suddenly reminded of something, and rubbed the back of her head in embarassment, "If I were still affiliated with a company, that is." He nodded again, though not as sharply, and she turned her attention to the others.
"I'm sure K-san is a great shot," she received surround sound approval to that, as the aforementioned manager fixed them all with the barrel of his rifle in turn, "and he must be a good producer to get you all the publicity you have... though I'm sure most of that is skill, ne?" she chuckled, and pulled her lengthy sable hair back into a tail at the nape of her neck with her hands, and then let it escape down the back of the chair. "Ano... I'm sure Sakano-san will be the world's supply of water someday, but he also must do a very good job if you have gotten this far." She brushed her hair from her face, and stood up. "Now that I've fulfilled my duty, if you would be so kind as to excuse me, I must go down to the cab company somehow and retrieve my cello." She made as if to leave, but was again stopped by the chak sound of a gun being aimed.
"Wait." said K in his strange English, before continuing on in Japanese, "Sit down, please." Now, sure that she was being kept hostage by this group of people she had only just met, she turned around and sat down again. Shuichi pointed at her,
"We played our song for you, just like I said. Now Yamishika-san..." A puppy suited Shuichi wagged his tail almost irresistibly cutely. "Play for us!"
Almost irresistible.
"Maa... I'm flattered, really," she said, "but I don't have my cello. I can't really play for you, can I." Inukoro Shuichi sighed, looking crushed as the child again played roulette with his emotions. It landed on puppy-eyed and pathetic and, sadly, won big money. "Aa... Gomen." the poor cellist sighed, immediately taken in by Shuichi's pathetic expression, "Would you guys give me a ride down to the cab company?"
So it was decided, and the whole lot of them lumped into the van in a mass of performers, and set off to the company where, hopefully, Hikari's cello was waiting for them.
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"Is this it, Yamishika-san?" called the keyboardist, from behind one of the cabs. He emerged a moment later, pulling the wonderful, and sorely missed lump behind him. The owner of the treasure looked up, and gasped with abject joy. She all but skipped over to him, golden flecked eyes alight with an amber shade.
"Suguru-san! You've found it!" She che cried, screeching to a halt before the slightly perplexed boy, before bowing politely, as if in apology for her earlier actions. "Thank you." The cello was offered, and she slung it across her back, the worn strap squeaking ecstatically to find that its mistress had returned to it. Fujisaki scratched his head, and then tilted it to the side a bit.
"Ano... no problem?" He replied to the cellist, who was pretty much deaf to the world now. She seemed to be talking to the case, and strangely enough, it squeaked and pounded slightly, as if returning her attention. Fujisaki raised an eyebrow, determined to believe with his obstinate sense that inanimate objects did not talk.
"All right!" yelled Shuichi, from the hood of one of the cabs. "We've found Yamashika-san's cello! Back to the studio!" Nakano, after realizing that the prize was won, had already begun to move back toward the van, opening the door to tell the waiting K and Sakano that the cellist's luck was still holding fast.
"You there!" called a cab driver, from the enterance to the company, staring at the celebrity that had arranged himself on the vehicle, "Get off of the cab!" wasting no time, the wine haired wonder lept off the hood with all the grace and fluidity of a feline, and was on his way to the van, without another look back, except for a few to see if everyone was still following. The rest soon followed, at Shuichi's constant prodding, and the whole lot of them lumped into the van in a jumbling mass of performers and instruments, and set off for the studio.
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Notes: I was originally going to include the beginning of chapter four into this, but it got too damned long, and I created a new chapter instead. ^_^()
Remember...
Reviews are (more than) welcome, and flames will be used to roast marshmellows for the starving cast.
All the characters are copyright of Maki Murakami, as is the series as a whole (please don't sue me, I'm so poor I have to use flames to eat. ;.;), except for Kari-chan, who is mine. You're welcome to use her (Who would want to?) if you'd like *cough* just tell me beforehand, because I want to read whatever happens to have her in it.
The moral of the story is, there are no morals
a Gravitation fic by
Mitsukai
'Souls are strange beings. The move where they will and are yet confined within the contours of the body. Greeks thought the body the temple of the soul, where it dwelt freely. During the middle ages, it was thought that the body was the prison of the soul. It is hard to tell which is correct, in this day in age, though it seems to be elements of both. Yet when bouncing around on the pinball board of life and existence, certain souls find and attract others. There is no pattern in these kindred souls, perhaps they belong to man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, human and animal; each attraction and bonding is a special thing. In strange instances when a group of souls are brought together by one...
It is called Gravitation.'
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Chapter III - Not Everyone Has Bad Luck
A Few of Them Are Lucky
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Shuichi beckoned Hikari with a wave of his hand from the door of the recording studio and she followed the implied path, sticking her head in to watch the members of the band get ready, her presence as of yet, unnoticed. She cast her gold flecked gaze around the room, glance flickering like a skittsh hummingbird from one person to the next. Shuichi himself had become wrapped up in his enterance, seeming to decide that since everyone was pre-occupied, he might as well scare some energy into them. Hikari had no doubt what so ever that he was full enough of what passed for electrical charge, that anyone who touched his personality would yelp, before fizzling. Aside from Shindou-san, she had not made the aquaintance of anyone in the rehersal room yet, but the other band members looked slightly less out of the ordinary than their wine haired leader. 'However,' she thought, 'normal is not a word you can use loosely here, as I have found out.'
The bassist seemed blissfully unaware of everyone's presence, strumming a few soundless and lifeless, as of yet, cords on the guitar that had yet to be brought to life at its owner's beck and call. Fujisaki was fiddling with the keyboard on the synthesizer, playing a remix of some song that was only issuing through his earphones. A tall man with a familiarly shaped object seemed to be self absorbed in the corner, though he broke his own silence with a laugh at several different times, admiring the object... was that a rifle? Hikari shook her head slightly, her slightly mussed sable hair swinging along with the gentle half-amused, half-unnerved shake of her head as if keeping time, or better yet, agreeing with its mistress.
The other corner was occupied in consoling a dark haired man, who was crouching with a few stacks of notes in his visibly trembling hands. He paused a moment in his obvious mental tirade to adjust his glasses, which due to the salty stream charting a course steadily down his cheeks had begun to slip.
The cellist signed, and stepped silently into the room, her feet hissing slightly across the tile as her presence, clad in hose but not shoes, joined the six others already within the confines of the smallish room. Her wandering thoughts had pulled on their boots and were making their way down another untread path in her mind when an earthquake abrubtly opened under the traveler's new boots and pitched the unwary thought back into the swirling abyss of her mind. Vaguely wondering why her thoughts had foot covering, a department in which she was sorely lacking, she looked up in time to see the energetic boy make a grab for the microphone.
"Konnichiwa, minna! Let's get started!" He yelled loudly, a shock of sould blaring throughout the room like a useless fog horn on a bright, cloudless day. The occupants of the room looked up at that, and minna-san, sans Fujisaki, smiled a little, secretly, at his normal rambunctious intrusion. Hiroshi smiled a little wider as he read the subtle nuances of emotion trailing across his close friend's face, and asked the inevitable question of the day.
"You're in a better than usual mood, Shuichi. What's happened? Something earthshaking between you and Yuki? Or something else shaking?" The energetic wonder jumped on top of a chair, and waved his hands excitedly, pointedly ignoring the extra innuendo in Hiro's question. Hikari however, was caught unawares, and flushed a delicate rose pink, not unlike her newfound friend's hair, on Shuichi's behalf, since he seemed not to notice.
"I brought Yamishika-san to listen! So let's do our best, everyone!" He then swung around the microphone pole, and began to dance fluidly in the background. Hikari tried her best to meld with the wall, who was happy with its newest aquisition and began to pull her in. She began to slink out quietly, but was stopped quickly when K made her the target of his newest, and brilliantly polished, aquisition.
"Hold up." K said in heavily accented English, motioning with the rifle that she should proceed to sit in the chair Shuichi had recently vacated. Wondering if she was going to be tied to the chair, for the cellist had learnt quite quickly that almost anything was possible within this building... or out of it, Hikari moved cautiously over to the four- legged bit of wood; she then quickly took a seat, and looked warily at the barrel of the gun that was aimed directly at her forehead.
"Eh, don't worry. K-san wouldn't actually shoot you." Hiro offered while plugging in the guitar. "It gives him quite a hold on everyone, though." she nodded, and turned slightly to watch, aware that this K-san was now leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He was still holding the gleaming gun though. She sighed softly, raised her hand to scratch her head, decided against it, and leaned back in the chair to see exactly what it was Shuichi had been so hyper about.
"Are we ready now...?" Fujisaki asked monotonely from behind the glass, twitching with slight annoyance bordering on acceptance at the still dancing Shuichi. He received an affirmative from a slightly more attentious member of the band, and hit the enter key, starting up the background for 'The Rage Beat.' The flamboyantly haired vocalist threw himself, literally, into the song; he leaped at the microphone and grabbed it on his way towards the wall, landing exactly where he had 'planned' to. The psuedo-imprisoned cellist stifled a giggle with one hand, squeezing the life out of it before it emerged into the air and embarassed her on the spot. Pretty soon, she found herself nodding to the beat, not aware of it until she looked down and spotted the ends of her hair moving as if by their own jurisdiction.
Actually, it was quite good. Hikari had never been much of a J-pop follower... or was it J-rock, but she still found it an enjoyable song. Deleberating for a while, she found it to be a bit of both, and decided not to trouble herself further. By the time she had figured out the answer, being obviously that her brain wasn't made to handle quandaries and paradoxes like this, the song was ending; so she expressed her appreciation by applauding the ecstatically grinning vocalist.
"That's good, I like it." She nodded, "Ano... That was a bit of a leap you did there at the beginning though, Shindou-san. Please don't try it on stage, you you may find yourself at the mercy of the fans." His suddenly pained face told her all she needed to know, and another giggle popped out unsuccessfully squashed. Her eyes twinkling, she followed up with her 'critique' as per request. "You've got a wonderful voice Shindou- san, I'm jealous." She said winking a little, "I have tried to sing, and quickly found that most keys are foreign to me. You have a good grasp of most everything melody-wise," She tapped her ear slightly, the tip of her index finger lightly touching the tip of it as she continued, "since I have played the cello for most of my life, my ear is very sensitive to pitch. I have nothing sour to report, and that's very good; normally I'll wince a few times." She chuckled again, as the now tickled pink Shuichi nodded an affirmative and went to pester Sakano-san about the new lyrics he had written. Seeing the producer in tears in the corner, he looked rather flustered. However, Hikari has already shifted her golden brown gaze upon another member of the group.
The cellist inclined her head slightly, noting the general aura of good will about the bassist, who was now again running his thumb gently across the banded metal that had sung for him, its pitches now dulled with the loss of electricity. Red hair spilled over his shoulders as he leant foreward to examine a fingering. Before long, he noticed her attention, as one is apt to do when one is being scrutinized. A small smile flickered across her face, like the light on a dying bulb whos filiment is just about to shatter.
"You are... Nakano-san, right?" At his nod, Hikari crossed her arms, and leaned forward a bit her hair slipping across her shoulders to coil into her lap. She rested her elbows on her knees and bit her lip thoughtfully. "How long have you been playing?" She had already formed her own guesses, but asked anyway, incase there were things she hadn't taken into account. Before he could answer, Shuichi, after finishing his mini- conference with the producer in time to hear the question, flew across the room.
"Forever!" He called, before slamming into the wall. The wall, who had been waiting for this since he leaped at the microphone, took advantage of this momentary lapse in his defenses to stand perfectly still and be a flat surface, which it thought was quite a daring move in its case, and was particularly proud of itself. Hiro rubbed the back of his head, and shrugged a little apologetically at the chuckling lady, gesturing that he didn't remember. She pursed her lips slightly, then un did the clasp to add another two yen to the pile that was steadily growing from her mouth.
"Well," she said wryly, "I'm glad your infinite practicing has paid off then. Did you write the solo you played? Wait, please disregard my last comment, I'm sure you did, because otherwise you wouldn't be as comfortable playing it as you undoubetedly are." chuckling, Hiro nodded, and resumed plucking away at the now soundless strings.
"And the one behind the plastic." She smiled again, realizing with surprise that she had been smiling a lot more since she met up with Shindou- san, and mentally scratched her head; no marks that way, you see. "You are Suguru-san?" the one in question nodded curtly, his dark jade hair bouncing slightly to ghost the motion just made by the keyboardist, and went back to comparing the two screens. "I've never heard the song unmixed, so I wouldn't know what to say, but I can tell you aren't a stranger to doing that type of thing. It sounds quite professional, and I'd not mind you mixing a few of mine..." She winced, suddenly reminded of something, and rubbed the back of her head in embarassment, "If I were still affiliated with a company, that is." He nodded again, though not as sharply, and she turned her attention to the others.
"I'm sure K-san is a great shot," she received surround sound approval to that, as the aforementioned manager fixed them all with the barrel of his rifle in turn, "and he must be a good producer to get you all the publicity you have... though I'm sure most of that is skill, ne?" she chuckled, and pulled her lengthy sable hair back into a tail at the nape of her neck with her hands, and then let it escape down the back of the chair. "Ano... I'm sure Sakano-san will be the world's supply of water someday, but he also must do a very good job if you have gotten this far." She brushed her hair from her face, and stood up. "Now that I've fulfilled my duty, if you would be so kind as to excuse me, I must go down to the cab company somehow and retrieve my cello." She made as if to leave, but was again stopped by the chak sound of a gun being aimed.
"Wait." said K in his strange English, before continuing on in Japanese, "Sit down, please." Now, sure that she was being kept hostage by this group of people she had only just met, she turned around and sat down again. Shuichi pointed at her,
"We played our song for you, just like I said. Now Yamishika-san..." A puppy suited Shuichi wagged his tail almost irresistibly cutely. "Play for us!"
Almost irresistible.
"Maa... I'm flattered, really," she said, "but I don't have my cello. I can't really play for you, can I." Inukoro Shuichi sighed, looking crushed as the child again played roulette with his emotions. It landed on puppy-eyed and pathetic and, sadly, won big money. "Aa... Gomen." the poor cellist sighed, immediately taken in by Shuichi's pathetic expression, "Would you guys give me a ride down to the cab company?"
So it was decided, and the whole lot of them lumped into the van in a mass of performers, and set off to the company where, hopefully, Hikari's cello was waiting for them.
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"Is this it, Yamishika-san?" called the keyboardist, from behind one of the cabs. He emerged a moment later, pulling the wonderful, and sorely missed lump behind him. The owner of the treasure looked up, and gasped with abject joy. She all but skipped over to him, golden flecked eyes alight with an amber shade.
"Suguru-san! You've found it!" She che cried, screeching to a halt before the slightly perplexed boy, before bowing politely, as if in apology for her earlier actions. "Thank you." The cello was offered, and she slung it across her back, the worn strap squeaking ecstatically to find that its mistress had returned to it. Fujisaki scratched his head, and then tilted it to the side a bit.
"Ano... no problem?" He replied to the cellist, who was pretty much deaf to the world now. She seemed to be talking to the case, and strangely enough, it squeaked and pounded slightly, as if returning her attention. Fujisaki raised an eyebrow, determined to believe with his obstinate sense that inanimate objects did not talk.
"All right!" yelled Shuichi, from the hood of one of the cabs. "We've found Yamashika-san's cello! Back to the studio!" Nakano, after realizing that the prize was won, had already begun to move back toward the van, opening the door to tell the waiting K and Sakano that the cellist's luck was still holding fast.
"You there!" called a cab driver, from the enterance to the company, staring at the celebrity that had arranged himself on the vehicle, "Get off of the cab!" wasting no time, the wine haired wonder lept off the hood with all the grace and fluidity of a feline, and was on his way to the van, without another look back, except for a few to see if everyone was still following. The rest soon followed, at Shuichi's constant prodding, and the whole lot of them lumped into the van in a jumbling mass of performers and instruments, and set off for the studio.
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Notes: I was originally going to include the beginning of chapter four into this, but it got too damned long, and I created a new chapter instead. ^_^()
Remember...
Reviews are (more than) welcome, and flames will be used to roast marshmellows for the starving cast.
All the characters are copyright of Maki Murakami, as is the series as a whole (please don't sue me, I'm so poor I have to use flames to eat. ;.;), except for Kari-chan, who is mine. You're welcome to use her (Who would want to?) if you'd like *cough* just tell me beforehand, because I want to read whatever happens to have her in it.
The moral of the story is, there are no morals
