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 IV - Steel Dream
Your Dreams Are Yours Not Mine
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Back at the NG building, Hikari settled herself into the chair that seemed to have become her chair, fingers running gently over the golden brown wood of her cello, checking for any minute damage that might have occured while it was away from her care. After a few minutes, she was finally satisfied, and she tightened the bow, setting it lightly on the yet lifeless metal strings.
"Now, minna-san, what should I play?" the newly recovered cellist said, eyes gleaming with an internal flame that seemed to light her normally unremarkable eyes, aside from the gold flecks, from within. They now glowed a shade of warm, dark amber. "Should I play something light, or something melancholy?" There was silence in the room, as if everyone was rolling the pollibility around in their mouths as one eats a candy so hard it may break teeth if bitten. A slight cough from the door immediately procured the attention of all; the president stood there, leaning gently against the doorframe.
"I had heard rumours of a group running amok in the building, first without a cello, then with a cello. I knew with all that had been going on lately, it must be Bad Luck." Seguchi sighed, and then shifted his hat a little. "Make it something melancholy, please." He requested, fastidiously examining the stitching on the side of his glove. Truth be told, he had been on his way out, but curiosity made him look after the rogue cellist and the vibrant vocalist who seemed to have attracted another interesting aquaintance. Now he had to see if she was worth a contract with NG, so he stayed. He was in a rather low mood at the moment, and while it would have been better to hear something upbeat, he wanted stubbornly to nurse this one for a while. However, he did not yet know that the nurse was famous for prolonging life up until the point of molecular breakdown.
Hikari nodded slightly, took a shallow breath, and drew her bow like a feather across the strings, letting out the intaken breath to effectively breath life into the lifeless wood and metal, making it a living thing. Under her seemingly light touch, the instrument used its newfound life to tell a story of innate suffering, and foolish yearning.
It was not the raw, harsh emotions of someone who had just lost a loved one, or had a deep wish to leave the horrible troubles of life behind with a single strike, but the resigned sorrow of one who who knew their fate, and had no choice but to abide to it. While it was tones, fingerings, and measures, it was not just that; it was emotions, tides of them. The silence was golden, and naught moved but her fingers across the fingerboard, naught sounded but the song of the cello and the slight hiss of her fingers sliding across the strings. Her eyes remained closed, but when she opened them they were foreign; so unlike the eyes of the bubbling woman they had all met just before. Unnoticed, another presence made its way into the room, wide azure eyes contracted into something more serious, just like the cellist had done.
Tohma barely acknowledged the new presence, for his gaze had already lifted from the stiching, which now seemed not to matter, to rest on the seemingly pusling golden wood of the instrument that sang as sweetly as a siren under the young woman's gentle hands. She was leaning over the cello, holding it in arms that trembled slightly with an emotion he recognized all too well.
He was certain that if her expressive eyes were open, he would see her gaze upon the cello was as if she looked at a lover taken for lost, only to have been found in the face of all again. They had only been seperated for a few hours... she must have a special bond with it, and her music.
Recalling vacantly that it was at his request that she played, and feeling in his heart and soul the wounds which still stood new and clean, though they had been carved many years hence.
And she was playing for him.
When the last breathy notes materialized, following the tip of her bow as it slid one last time across the strings, before fading, and finally stopping, it was if a collective breath had been let go. Things stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, and those nearest to the cellist could see something wet glittering on her lashes. She sniffed quietly once, and then opened her eyes, still the serious sable and gold they were during her 'turn' to play. She blinked the unshed tears from her eyes, and they slowly widened again. After a few moments of staring, the presence recovered too and went to crouch by the cello, gently running its finger down the front, and peering at it. Hikari blinked, and the crouching Ryuichi blinked back, before exclaiming sorrowfully.
"It died..." he said solemnly, looking sadly at the cello which now, as before, was only wood and metal without a soul.
"It's not dead..." the until now silent Hikari said, "It's only sleeping." Ryuichi nodded knowledgeably and stood up, walking silently out of the room. Soon after, as if the vocalist had sucked the silence out with him, conversation struck up again like a flame that had been doused but was revived soon after. "You did say you wanted melancholy..." she said, turning to face the president, who was staring out the door. He slowly turned back to face her, something indescribable in his eyes, before coming upon a phrase.
"I... have a lot of work to do at the moment," he said, seeming to fumble like one blind, "Please come see me later about the contract." With that, Seguchi Tohma departed, walking in a buisness-like fashion away from the young woman and her cello, towards the office where he would sit with his paperwork and not do a stitch of it, save one. He would sign that woman to NG even if she protested, though he doubted she would.
Meanwhile, back in the studio, Fujisaki was grumbling, though for a different reason than usual.
"We didn't have the sense to record? Who was in charge back there anyway?" He demanded, pointing to his station behind the plastic wall. At the half-lidded, non-plussed looks he received in stereo from his bandmates, he gathered the conclusion quickly, and nothing more was said on the subject.
"Oh no, it doesn't matter." Said the cellist, who had recovered quickly, and was now waving her hand embaressedly. "I don't think you could remix something like that anyway." A quick glance told her more than all the volumes of and encyclopedia could have. That remixing wasn't the intended purpose for the recording; she tilted her head and shrugged. "Ano, Shindou-san, are you all right?" the vocalist in question nodded quickly, and looked up.
"Aa. I'm fine." He replied, getting up and striking a triumphant pose, so that she wouldn't worry any longer. However, Mentally she cursed herself again; how could she make music that did these things to people? It just wasn't fair. K-san at least looked fine, he was polishing his gun quietly, looking into the almost reflective surface. Hikari twitched, and then began to chuckle under her breath. Sakano-san was slowly becoming a waterfall in the corner, but from what she'd picked out of Shindou-san's excited rambling on the way over, that was to be expected. She looked around again, and met the serious gaze of Nakano Hiroshi. She blinked a few times, and yet, strangely, his expression didn't change. Shuichi, noticing this, immediately ran over to his friend to lure him out of his shell like state with a piece of Strawberry pocky.
"Maybe, I shouldn't play that anymore." the cellist mumbled under her breath, un-preparing the cello and stowing it away safely in its case. Unfortunately for her, everyone's ears seemed to pick that up, and she got several threatening glares and one gun barrel pointed in her direction. Holding her hands up in defeat, she laughed. "Ah, I see. I concede defeat, most worthy of adversaries." Fortunately for her, at that point, a once more bouncy Ryuichi poked his grinning face into the room, obviously on buisness of the utmost gravity.
"I brought tickets for everyone, na no da!" he caroled, presenting everyone with them as if they were slips of paper. Special slips of paper, but slips of paper nevertheless.
"Ah, Sakuma-san!" Shuichi exclaimed, "Are these concert tickets?" The Kumagoro carrying one nodded fervently,
"Now that I've given you all tickets, you had better come!" He admonished, waving a finger at each member in the room save Hikari, he seemed intent on meeting her gaze, as if worried about something.
Finally, with a 'Bye bye, na no da!' he jumped out, humming joyfully as he left. Hikari looked as if she had been shot with a paralyzing dart by one of K-san's guns. That is to say, she was relatively stunned. Everyone else, however, was fine.
"...Does he do that often?" she inquired, scrutinizing the ticket she now held in her hand.
"Aa. Most of the time." Shuichi agreed, holding up the ticket before grinning ecstatically, "We're all going to a Nittle Grasper concert tonight!" He immediately began dancing, clapping his hands to an imaginary beat, though careful to keep the ticket safe. Hikari ruefully thought of her nice, relatively sane life; then compared it to the life she knew she'd soon be living somehow, and a grin snuck onto her face.
"All right, that sounds wonderful." she said, setting her cello down carefully, where it lay on its side. Were it a cat, it would be sleeping contentedly, yet since it was not, it was only a golden cello, lying on its side. "Shall I just leave this here, will we be returning?" the manager looked up from polishing his gun, and shook his head.
"Oh no," K said in his heavily accented English, "We won't be coming back. You should bring it along, Yamashika-san." Hikari nodded, and slung the cello in its awkward case across her back. As they all exited, her brow knotted with puzzlement. Somehow, it didn't seem right that they call her 'Yamashika-san,' shrugging, she closed the door behind Hiro after he hit the lights.
As before, the group of performers and an instrument were glopped into the van, with just as little success. However, they all managed to fit and the trip began, stopping first at the hotel to get Hikari some shoes...
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Since the concert wasn't for quite a wihile yet, it became the general consensus among the crew of the good ship Bad Luck and the stowaway on board that it might be a good idea to get something to eat first. Since no one but Hikari with her trenchcoat had any sort of disguise at all, they decided on some type of fast food. After making another group decision, namely that K-san should not be allowed to order, because the cashiers might think it a stick up and give him money by mistake, a grumbling Fujisaki was sent to collect the orders.
After the orders were brought back, Sakano-san dropped the van into orbit around the building the concert was to be held in while the food was ingested. As sometimes happens, the food ceased to exist after a matter of minutes, and the concert still wasn't near starting; there was no need for the van to pull out of orbit just yet, a topic of conversation was in order. Sooner or later, it didn't really matter which, the topic inevitably swung toward Hikari's reason for existing in this situation.
"Well," she said, "I'll try and make this quick, because Shindou-san has already heard it before.
In short, I had just severed my contract with SoundSoft. I walked out of the building, grabbed a cab, and rode back to the hotel I'm staying in currently. When I got out, I realized that I had left my cello in the trunk. So I ran for a few blocks after the cab, and stopped when I knew I couldn't chase it any farther. Yuki-san happened to drive up, and picked me up, mistaking me for his sister," At that, there were a few whispered conversations, and it was agreed that she did indeed look enough like Mika to be mistaken for her at a distance. "By the time he realized that I wasn't who he thought I was, we were already at his place, so he invited me up for some tea. Shortly thereafter I met Shindou-san, and was consequently dragged down to NG." She raised her shoulders, indicating the end of her motley tale, and then smiled slightly. "I'm quite glad it all happened, really." she nodded, and went back to sipping at the large soda she always seemed to order, but never seemed to finish.
"It all seems like just a contrivance of fate though, doesn't it?" Fujisaki commented, referring to the large amount of what seemed to be coincidences in the cellist's story.
"I don't believe in coincidences." Hiro pitched in, leaning back in the seat and pushing the curtain aside to have a look outside the van at the sun which was setting relatively quickly. "Some things are just meant to happen, that's all." Though he meant it to sound serious, somehow thew information was not taken the way he had meant it to be. Hikari made an odd noise as she almost sneezed soda into the front seats, and Shuichi had to pound her on the back several times before she was able to breathe again.
"Are you okay?" he asked, when she was finally able to breathe again, and she waved a hand, indicating that he shouldn't worry about it.
"You mean that all this was destined to happen? Somehow I don't think the gods are that petty." she chuckled.
"Well, you just happened to meet Shindou-kun on the day you severed your contract with SoundSoft, isn't that more than a coincidence?" asked Sakano-san seriously from the front seat.
"I believe it was just my good luck." she drawled wryly, after finally finishing the soda.
"Don't worry," Shuichi crowed, "Now that you're with us, you can be sure that'll never happen again." Hikari, though she had a fairly good idea of what the reason was, indulged the vibrantly coloured vocalist.
"Why?"
Shuichi struck a pose, K-san laughed maniacally, Sakano-san almost hit another car, Hiro coughed in the background once, as if trying to stifle a laugh, and Fujisaki looked non-plussed.
"Because we're Bad Luck!"
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Notes: Argh. Bad jokes, taking over, system. @.x Well, I suppose it's something one would expect to issue from Shu-kun's mouth, ne?
I have so many cute WAFF lines to use later, it's making me melt from within. n.n
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.
Oh, and the subscript and title come courtesy of Cirque du Soleil. If you haven't heard of it, I command you to hear of it now. It's so... kakui~i *-*
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 IV - Steel Dream
Your Dreams Are Yours Not Mine
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Back at the NG building, Hikari settled herself into the chair that seemed to have become her chair, fingers running gently over the golden brown wood of her cello, checking for any minute damage that might have occured while it was away from her care. After a few minutes, she was finally satisfied, and she tightened the bow, setting it lightly on the yet lifeless metal strings.
"Now, minna-san, what should I play?" the newly recovered cellist said, eyes gleaming with an internal flame that seemed to light her normally unremarkable eyes, aside from the gold flecks, from within. They now glowed a shade of warm, dark amber. "Should I play something light, or something melancholy?" There was silence in the room, as if everyone was rolling the pollibility around in their mouths as one eats a candy so hard it may break teeth if bitten. A slight cough from the door immediately procured the attention of all; the president stood there, leaning gently against the doorframe.
"I had heard rumours of a group running amok in the building, first without a cello, then with a cello. I knew with all that had been going on lately, it must be Bad Luck." Seguchi sighed, and then shifted his hat a little. "Make it something melancholy, please." He requested, fastidiously examining the stitching on the side of his glove. Truth be told, he had been on his way out, but curiosity made him look after the rogue cellist and the vibrant vocalist who seemed to have attracted another interesting aquaintance. Now he had to see if she was worth a contract with NG, so he stayed. He was in a rather low mood at the moment, and while it would have been better to hear something upbeat, he wanted stubbornly to nurse this one for a while. However, he did not yet know that the nurse was famous for prolonging life up until the point of molecular breakdown.
Hikari nodded slightly, took a shallow breath, and drew her bow like a feather across the strings, letting out the intaken breath to effectively breath life into the lifeless wood and metal, making it a living thing. Under her seemingly light touch, the instrument used its newfound life to tell a story of innate suffering, and foolish yearning.
It was not the raw, harsh emotions of someone who had just lost a loved one, or had a deep wish to leave the horrible troubles of life behind with a single strike, but the resigned sorrow of one who who knew their fate, and had no choice but to abide to it. While it was tones, fingerings, and measures, it was not just that; it was emotions, tides of them. The silence was golden, and naught moved but her fingers across the fingerboard, naught sounded but the song of the cello and the slight hiss of her fingers sliding across the strings. Her eyes remained closed, but when she opened them they were foreign; so unlike the eyes of the bubbling woman they had all met just before. Unnoticed, another presence made its way into the room, wide azure eyes contracted into something more serious, just like the cellist had done.
Tohma barely acknowledged the new presence, for his gaze had already lifted from the stiching, which now seemed not to matter, to rest on the seemingly pusling golden wood of the instrument that sang as sweetly as a siren under the young woman's gentle hands. She was leaning over the cello, holding it in arms that trembled slightly with an emotion he recognized all too well.
He was certain that if her expressive eyes were open, he would see her gaze upon the cello was as if she looked at a lover taken for lost, only to have been found in the face of all again. They had only been seperated for a few hours... she must have a special bond with it, and her music.
Recalling vacantly that it was at his request that she played, and feeling in his heart and soul the wounds which still stood new and clean, though they had been carved many years hence.
And she was playing for him.
When the last breathy notes materialized, following the tip of her bow as it slid one last time across the strings, before fading, and finally stopping, it was if a collective breath had been let go. Things stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, and those nearest to the cellist could see something wet glittering on her lashes. She sniffed quietly once, and then opened her eyes, still the serious sable and gold they were during her 'turn' to play. She blinked the unshed tears from her eyes, and they slowly widened again. After a few moments of staring, the presence recovered too and went to crouch by the cello, gently running its finger down the front, and peering at it. Hikari blinked, and the crouching Ryuichi blinked back, before exclaiming sorrowfully.
"It died..." he said solemnly, looking sadly at the cello which now, as before, was only wood and metal without a soul.
"It's not dead..." the until now silent Hikari said, "It's only sleeping." Ryuichi nodded knowledgeably and stood up, walking silently out of the room. Soon after, as if the vocalist had sucked the silence out with him, conversation struck up again like a flame that had been doused but was revived soon after. "You did say you wanted melancholy..." she said, turning to face the president, who was staring out the door. He slowly turned back to face her, something indescribable in his eyes, before coming upon a phrase.
"I... have a lot of work to do at the moment," he said, seeming to fumble like one blind, "Please come see me later about the contract." With that, Seguchi Tohma departed, walking in a buisness-like fashion away from the young woman and her cello, towards the office where he would sit with his paperwork and not do a stitch of it, save one. He would sign that woman to NG even if she protested, though he doubted she would.
Meanwhile, back in the studio, Fujisaki was grumbling, though for a different reason than usual.
"We didn't have the sense to record? Who was in charge back there anyway?" He demanded, pointing to his station behind the plastic wall. At the half-lidded, non-plussed looks he received in stereo from his bandmates, he gathered the conclusion quickly, and nothing more was said on the subject.
"Oh no, it doesn't matter." Said the cellist, who had recovered quickly, and was now waving her hand embaressedly. "I don't think you could remix something like that anyway." A quick glance told her more than all the volumes of and encyclopedia could have. That remixing wasn't the intended purpose for the recording; she tilted her head and shrugged. "Ano, Shindou-san, are you all right?" the vocalist in question nodded quickly, and looked up.
"Aa. I'm fine." He replied, getting up and striking a triumphant pose, so that she wouldn't worry any longer. However, Mentally she cursed herself again; how could she make music that did these things to people? It just wasn't fair. K-san at least looked fine, he was polishing his gun quietly, looking into the almost reflective surface. Hikari twitched, and then began to chuckle under her breath. Sakano-san was slowly becoming a waterfall in the corner, but from what she'd picked out of Shindou-san's excited rambling on the way over, that was to be expected. She looked around again, and met the serious gaze of Nakano Hiroshi. She blinked a few times, and yet, strangely, his expression didn't change. Shuichi, noticing this, immediately ran over to his friend to lure him out of his shell like state with a piece of Strawberry pocky.
"Maybe, I shouldn't play that anymore." the cellist mumbled under her breath, un-preparing the cello and stowing it away safely in its case. Unfortunately for her, everyone's ears seemed to pick that up, and she got several threatening glares and one gun barrel pointed in her direction. Holding her hands up in defeat, she laughed. "Ah, I see. I concede defeat, most worthy of adversaries." Fortunately for her, at that point, a once more bouncy Ryuichi poked his grinning face into the room, obviously on buisness of the utmost gravity.
"I brought tickets for everyone, na no da!" he caroled, presenting everyone with them as if they were slips of paper. Special slips of paper, but slips of paper nevertheless.
"Ah, Sakuma-san!" Shuichi exclaimed, "Are these concert tickets?" The Kumagoro carrying one nodded fervently,
"Now that I've given you all tickets, you had better come!" He admonished, waving a finger at each member in the room save Hikari, he seemed intent on meeting her gaze, as if worried about something.
Finally, with a 'Bye bye, na no da!' he jumped out, humming joyfully as he left. Hikari looked as if she had been shot with a paralyzing dart by one of K-san's guns. That is to say, she was relatively stunned. Everyone else, however, was fine.
"...Does he do that often?" she inquired, scrutinizing the ticket she now held in her hand.
"Aa. Most of the time." Shuichi agreed, holding up the ticket before grinning ecstatically, "We're all going to a Nittle Grasper concert tonight!" He immediately began dancing, clapping his hands to an imaginary beat, though careful to keep the ticket safe. Hikari ruefully thought of her nice, relatively sane life; then compared it to the life she knew she'd soon be living somehow, and a grin snuck onto her face.
"All right, that sounds wonderful." she said, setting her cello down carefully, where it lay on its side. Were it a cat, it would be sleeping contentedly, yet since it was not, it was only a golden cello, lying on its side. "Shall I just leave this here, will we be returning?" the manager looked up from polishing his gun, and shook his head.
"Oh no," K said in his heavily accented English, "We won't be coming back. You should bring it along, Yamashika-san." Hikari nodded, and slung the cello in its awkward case across her back. As they all exited, her brow knotted with puzzlement. Somehow, it didn't seem right that they call her 'Yamashika-san,' shrugging, she closed the door behind Hiro after he hit the lights.
As before, the group of performers and an instrument were glopped into the van, with just as little success. However, they all managed to fit and the trip began, stopping first at the hotel to get Hikari some shoes...
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Since the concert wasn't for quite a wihile yet, it became the general consensus among the crew of the good ship Bad Luck and the stowaway on board that it might be a good idea to get something to eat first. Since no one but Hikari with her trenchcoat had any sort of disguise at all, they decided on some type of fast food. After making another group decision, namely that K-san should not be allowed to order, because the cashiers might think it a stick up and give him money by mistake, a grumbling Fujisaki was sent to collect the orders.
After the orders were brought back, Sakano-san dropped the van into orbit around the building the concert was to be held in while the food was ingested. As sometimes happens, the food ceased to exist after a matter of minutes, and the concert still wasn't near starting; there was no need for the van to pull out of orbit just yet, a topic of conversation was in order. Sooner or later, it didn't really matter which, the topic inevitably swung toward Hikari's reason for existing in this situation.
"Well," she said, "I'll try and make this quick, because Shindou-san has already heard it before.
In short, I had just severed my contract with SoundSoft. I walked out of the building, grabbed a cab, and rode back to the hotel I'm staying in currently. When I got out, I realized that I had left my cello in the trunk. So I ran for a few blocks after the cab, and stopped when I knew I couldn't chase it any farther. Yuki-san happened to drive up, and picked me up, mistaking me for his sister," At that, there were a few whispered conversations, and it was agreed that she did indeed look enough like Mika to be mistaken for her at a distance. "By the time he realized that I wasn't who he thought I was, we were already at his place, so he invited me up for some tea. Shortly thereafter I met Shindou-san, and was consequently dragged down to NG." She raised her shoulders, indicating the end of her motley tale, and then smiled slightly. "I'm quite glad it all happened, really." she nodded, and went back to sipping at the large soda she always seemed to order, but never seemed to finish.
"It all seems like just a contrivance of fate though, doesn't it?" Fujisaki commented, referring to the large amount of what seemed to be coincidences in the cellist's story.
"I don't believe in coincidences." Hiro pitched in, leaning back in the seat and pushing the curtain aside to have a look outside the van at the sun which was setting relatively quickly. "Some things are just meant to happen, that's all." Though he meant it to sound serious, somehow thew information was not taken the way he had meant it to be. Hikari made an odd noise as she almost sneezed soda into the front seats, and Shuichi had to pound her on the back several times before she was able to breathe again.
"Are you okay?" he asked, when she was finally able to breathe again, and she waved a hand, indicating that he shouldn't worry about it.
"You mean that all this was destined to happen? Somehow I don't think the gods are that petty." she chuckled.
"Well, you just happened to meet Shindou-kun on the day you severed your contract with SoundSoft, isn't that more than a coincidence?" asked Sakano-san seriously from the front seat.
"I believe it was just my good luck." she drawled wryly, after finally finishing the soda.
"Don't worry," Shuichi crowed, "Now that you're with us, you can be sure that'll never happen again." Hikari, though she had a fairly good idea of what the reason was, indulged the vibrantly coloured vocalist.
"Why?"
Shuichi struck a pose, K-san laughed maniacally, Sakano-san almost hit another car, Hiro coughed in the background once, as if trying to stifle a laugh, and Fujisaki looked non-plussed.
"Because we're Bad Luck!"
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Notes: Argh. Bad jokes, taking over, system. @.x Well, I suppose it's something one would expect to issue from Shu-kun's mouth, ne?
I have so many cute WAFF lines to use later, it's making me melt from within. n.n
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.
Oh, and the subscript and title come courtesy of Cirque du Soleil. If you haven't heard of it, I command you to hear of it now. It's so... kakui~i *-*
The moral of the story is, there are no morals
