It was a bright sunny day in Tokyo. Somehow, stories always start off like this. The birds were singing, flies were lazily zooming through the air and the heat was very intense, crushing, summoning sweat easily and rendering people slow as snails, their energy being melted by the searing hot weather. No wind could be felt at all, the air currents not quite favoring the city today.
Kurosaki Hisoka gave out a heavy sigh as he crashed down the grass, shielding himself from the glaring sun in the shadow of a large tree. The youth snorted then, glaring at the case he carried, fingers clenching the handle tightly, as if he wanted to strangle the innanimate object. His lips set in a perpetual scowl, he hissed out a curse, proceeding to glare at the grass, which was the same color as his eyes. A bright, vivid, luminous green.
Once again, his mother had started throwing things at him, calling him monster, freak and all sorts of words a mother shouldn't call her son. She didn't love him though. She never had. Neither had his father. The only things he was good at were fencing, playing violin and, sadly, reading people's emotions like an open book. This was what always set flames burning in his parents' eyes and had them lock him in his room or throw him outside with either his sword or violin, whichiever they grabbed first.
Eventually, the sixteen year old gave in to the merciless heat's spell and did like most people : laid down and slept. He didn't give a heck if his violin ended up stolen by someone.
" You're a lunatic! " the nasal cry ressounded troughout the whole appartment five people shared, along with crashes of dropped miscellenaous objects.
The German was obviously highly frustrated, from the tone he used, his yell almost causing a local earthquake. He probably had every reason to. Muraki and Jei were at it again. Theses two were awfully strange people, but they had a stint of craziness at times which the others couldn't quite stand.
" Farfello, goddamnit! " a kick sent an empty juice can bumping on the far wall of their small practice room. Jei was his real name, but somehow Brad had found him this bizarre nickname.
" Don't talk about God " the crazed man held his guitar pick with a deadly glint in his gold-brown eyes. He was a real nut case, to be perfectly honest. Most people wondered why he wasn't in a mental institution.
" Now both of you ... " Brad came up with his calm voice, always the diplomat. " We don't want anything bad happening, do we? " unny, how he included the whole group in this.
" And why wouldn't we, mister Crawford? " Muraki asked with a grin, using the tone the american-born man detested.
His taunt seemed to work, the man narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. " Perhaps since this upsets the fragile balance of our group. The unity has been fading to dust since long. " he explained logically.
" The balance is upset because of him " Jei pointed to the almost unnoticeable young man holding the bass guitar, who immediately lowered his head.
" Oh? And why is this? Gushoshin is a formidable, talented bass player, in case you never noticed. " Once again, Gushoshin, Gush' for short, was another nickname. It was taken from the brand of candy he ate. He always carried a bag of it around. " He can hold the rythm well " Brad continued with his argument. " For his age, he has icredible talent, which he cultivated by practicing each and every day "
" ...thus disturbing our sleep " Muraki smirked, making the poor youth cringe.
" Why is the balance upset, Jei? " he asked again.
" Because he's dressed in white " the insane goldish-eyed man replied.
Within minutes, the red-haired guitarist had packed everything and was walking out of the appartment, announcing that he would never come back. He only spoke two single words then. " I QUIT!! " and he rored so loud that it sent the poor Gush' cowering away in a corner.
Then, Schuldich began to wander aimlessly, hading for nowhere in particular, feeling his dream breaking apart in his hands. Maybe he had just broken it using his own hands. At least that's why he thought.
As the evening fell, he had ended up almost in the next town, close by the park.
The youth yawned in front of his computer, proceeding to rub at his sleepy eyes while he continued yping. He could type one handed and, in this instance as well as just about anytime, no hands. How was this possible?
The youth was gifted psychically. He had the capability to move objects, among other things, by only using his will. He had to concentrate and it used up a lot of his energy. This is why, for one of his incredibly frail frame, he ate a lot. His sleeping hours were normal, aside from whenever he would use all of his power by lack of attention. He often got caught up in things.
He cooked, cleaned, wrote, did almost everything using those powers.
One activity he did using his hands, incredibly enough, was playing keyboards.
How so? No one could know why. After his parents left this world, the young kid probably needed to occupy himself and found no better way than this, along with singing. He probably discovered his voice at the same time. He didn't bother with singing before since he thought his mother's voice was the purest note he could hear on this earth. After she left though, he had an immense desire to try and see if he had any voice fit to this.
It seems he did have one. It was deep and could travel like a cannonball. When he sang, he could strike high notes if he wanted, but he wasn't trying to try it too often.
The high notes, he had decided, were left to his mother.
The teenager stretched and grunted, quickly becoming bored of his activities. He shifted through his audio and visual files, shaking his head as he found nothing interesting to listen or see. He couldn't find anything interesting to download either... so this means he was probably very bored.
He pondered sleep, but he knew it would be hard at this time of the day. He settled for closing his computer and packing his keyboard. Somehow, he felt like playing outside, and he knew the perfect place for it!
" That was smooth " Muraki commented while unplugging his microphone. He didn't sound frustrated or happy. This annoyed Brad greatly, it seems. However, the american would certainly never show it.
Putting his drumsticks away, the American glanced out the window, which revealed the streets below. Schuldich was truly leaving. He knew it. He saw it coming, somehow.He rose from his seat, Gush' staring at him, the confused youth waiting for something to happen. It was then that he heard it, as Brad passed the door. " I quit too " he said.
This sent the young teenager in a panic. He would absolutely not stay alone with these two!
He was a quiet one, never speaking many words. It made his cry of despair even more of a despair gesture " Wait for me!! " he pleaded, grabbing his small amp and running after Brad.
He would find him waiting for the elevator outside. " But braaaad! " the youth whined " What are we gonna do now? I mean.. you and I and Schu, we can't go back! " he reminded him, as if the american hadn't thought of something already.
..and he had. " In time, something will come. Now we will be looking for Schuldich. I think I know where he went " he revealed with a faintly amused smirk.
And so they headed this way.
Hisoka opened one eyed and glared around. Someone was playing piano, disturbing his sleep. It might have been a good thing he woke up. The sun had set and stars were out, looking down at them like silent vigils, angels or ghosts. The air was now crisp with accumulated heat, breathing becoming more easier than earlier in the day. It was perfect to carry sounds, allowing the empath to hear the piano who was playing further in the park.
Grunting, he sat up and crossed his legs. Hissing out a curse, he pondered going home. His parents should be sleeping.
He frowned lightly, eyes travelling to the youth sitting further away.
He wore a school uniform af a dark gray, maybe marine blue color, he couldn't be sure. He immediately thought it was a size too small, and scowled himself for caring. He studied the keyboard and snorted in disgusted. A German import? The little guy had money. His parents had to be rich, working for the government. He felt.. calm and peace emanating. It sickened him. He grabbed his violin case only out of instinct and rose to go.. crashing into someone with a surprised yelp. He hadn't felt his approach? How strange...
Nagi glanced at the spot, fingers freezing in midair, wide midnight-blue eyes curious.
Shuldich, who had been sitting on the other side of a tree, crawled around to look as well, cunning jade eyes narrowing, then... frowning in surprised puzzlement.
Gushoshin ran up the hill and asped lightly at the scene Forest-green colored orbs flaring up lightly.
Brad picked up the violin, which had somehow been discarded, and handed it to the youth, looking down at him on the other side of his glasses, brown eyes set on the teenager before him.
Hisoka looked around, green eyes studying each of those who were staring at him.
Something was about to happen, and they could all feel it.
~Chapter 1 End~
Kurosaki Hisoka gave out a heavy sigh as he crashed down the grass, shielding himself from the glaring sun in the shadow of a large tree. The youth snorted then, glaring at the case he carried, fingers clenching the handle tightly, as if he wanted to strangle the innanimate object. His lips set in a perpetual scowl, he hissed out a curse, proceeding to glare at the grass, which was the same color as his eyes. A bright, vivid, luminous green.
Once again, his mother had started throwing things at him, calling him monster, freak and all sorts of words a mother shouldn't call her son. She didn't love him though. She never had. Neither had his father. The only things he was good at were fencing, playing violin and, sadly, reading people's emotions like an open book. This was what always set flames burning in his parents' eyes and had them lock him in his room or throw him outside with either his sword or violin, whichiever they grabbed first.
Eventually, the sixteen year old gave in to the merciless heat's spell and did like most people : laid down and slept. He didn't give a heck if his violin ended up stolen by someone.
" You're a lunatic! " the nasal cry ressounded troughout the whole appartment five people shared, along with crashes of dropped miscellenaous objects.
The German was obviously highly frustrated, from the tone he used, his yell almost causing a local earthquake. He probably had every reason to. Muraki and Jei were at it again. Theses two were awfully strange people, but they had a stint of craziness at times which the others couldn't quite stand.
" Farfello, goddamnit! " a kick sent an empty juice can bumping on the far wall of their small practice room. Jei was his real name, but somehow Brad had found him this bizarre nickname.
" Don't talk about God " the crazed man held his guitar pick with a deadly glint in his gold-brown eyes. He was a real nut case, to be perfectly honest. Most people wondered why he wasn't in a mental institution.
" Now both of you ... " Brad came up with his calm voice, always the diplomat. " We don't want anything bad happening, do we? " unny, how he included the whole group in this.
" And why wouldn't we, mister Crawford? " Muraki asked with a grin, using the tone the american-born man detested.
His taunt seemed to work, the man narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. " Perhaps since this upsets the fragile balance of our group. The unity has been fading to dust since long. " he explained logically.
" The balance is upset because of him " Jei pointed to the almost unnoticeable young man holding the bass guitar, who immediately lowered his head.
" Oh? And why is this? Gushoshin is a formidable, talented bass player, in case you never noticed. " Once again, Gushoshin, Gush' for short, was another nickname. It was taken from the brand of candy he ate. He always carried a bag of it around. " He can hold the rythm well " Brad continued with his argument. " For his age, he has icredible talent, which he cultivated by practicing each and every day "
" ...thus disturbing our sleep " Muraki smirked, making the poor youth cringe.
" Why is the balance upset, Jei? " he asked again.
" Because he's dressed in white " the insane goldish-eyed man replied.
Within minutes, the red-haired guitarist had packed everything and was walking out of the appartment, announcing that he would never come back. He only spoke two single words then. " I QUIT!! " and he rored so loud that it sent the poor Gush' cowering away in a corner.
Then, Schuldich began to wander aimlessly, hading for nowhere in particular, feeling his dream breaking apart in his hands. Maybe he had just broken it using his own hands. At least that's why he thought.
As the evening fell, he had ended up almost in the next town, close by the park.
The youth yawned in front of his computer, proceeding to rub at his sleepy eyes while he continued yping. He could type one handed and, in this instance as well as just about anytime, no hands. How was this possible?
The youth was gifted psychically. He had the capability to move objects, among other things, by only using his will. He had to concentrate and it used up a lot of his energy. This is why, for one of his incredibly frail frame, he ate a lot. His sleeping hours were normal, aside from whenever he would use all of his power by lack of attention. He often got caught up in things.
He cooked, cleaned, wrote, did almost everything using those powers.
One activity he did using his hands, incredibly enough, was playing keyboards.
How so? No one could know why. After his parents left this world, the young kid probably needed to occupy himself and found no better way than this, along with singing. He probably discovered his voice at the same time. He didn't bother with singing before since he thought his mother's voice was the purest note he could hear on this earth. After she left though, he had an immense desire to try and see if he had any voice fit to this.
It seems he did have one. It was deep and could travel like a cannonball. When he sang, he could strike high notes if he wanted, but he wasn't trying to try it too often.
The high notes, he had decided, were left to his mother.
The teenager stretched and grunted, quickly becoming bored of his activities. He shifted through his audio and visual files, shaking his head as he found nothing interesting to listen or see. He couldn't find anything interesting to download either... so this means he was probably very bored.
He pondered sleep, but he knew it would be hard at this time of the day. He settled for closing his computer and packing his keyboard. Somehow, he felt like playing outside, and he knew the perfect place for it!
" That was smooth " Muraki commented while unplugging his microphone. He didn't sound frustrated or happy. This annoyed Brad greatly, it seems. However, the american would certainly never show it.
Putting his drumsticks away, the American glanced out the window, which revealed the streets below. Schuldich was truly leaving. He knew it. He saw it coming, somehow.He rose from his seat, Gush' staring at him, the confused youth waiting for something to happen. It was then that he heard it, as Brad passed the door. " I quit too " he said.
This sent the young teenager in a panic. He would absolutely not stay alone with these two!
He was a quiet one, never speaking many words. It made his cry of despair even more of a despair gesture " Wait for me!! " he pleaded, grabbing his small amp and running after Brad.
He would find him waiting for the elevator outside. " But braaaad! " the youth whined " What are we gonna do now? I mean.. you and I and Schu, we can't go back! " he reminded him, as if the american hadn't thought of something already.
..and he had. " In time, something will come. Now we will be looking for Schuldich. I think I know where he went " he revealed with a faintly amused smirk.
And so they headed this way.
Hisoka opened one eyed and glared around. Someone was playing piano, disturbing his sleep. It might have been a good thing he woke up. The sun had set and stars were out, looking down at them like silent vigils, angels or ghosts. The air was now crisp with accumulated heat, breathing becoming more easier than earlier in the day. It was perfect to carry sounds, allowing the empath to hear the piano who was playing further in the park.
Grunting, he sat up and crossed his legs. Hissing out a curse, he pondered going home. His parents should be sleeping.
He frowned lightly, eyes travelling to the youth sitting further away.
He wore a school uniform af a dark gray, maybe marine blue color, he couldn't be sure. He immediately thought it was a size too small, and scowled himself for caring. He studied the keyboard and snorted in disgusted. A German import? The little guy had money. His parents had to be rich, working for the government. He felt.. calm and peace emanating. It sickened him. He grabbed his violin case only out of instinct and rose to go.. crashing into someone with a surprised yelp. He hadn't felt his approach? How strange...
Nagi glanced at the spot, fingers freezing in midair, wide midnight-blue eyes curious.
Shuldich, who had been sitting on the other side of a tree, crawled around to look as well, cunning jade eyes narrowing, then... frowning in surprised puzzlement.
Gushoshin ran up the hill and asped lightly at the scene Forest-green colored orbs flaring up lightly.
Brad picked up the violin, which had somehow been discarded, and handed it to the youth, looking down at him on the other side of his glasses, brown eyes set on the teenager before him.
Hisoka looked around, green eyes studying each of those who were staring at him.
Something was about to happen, and they could all feel it.
~Chapter 1 End~