With the stars and moon lighting the earth of a silvery-blue hue, time stood still as the five took this strange feeling in, studying each familiar and unfamiliar face from a distance. It wasn't that strange of an occurance, people bumping into each other. However, right now, the uneasy silence, stillness of time and air, it felt like some strange magic.
" I apologize " Brad was the first to speak. It was fitting, since he was the one who caused the event. " I hope I haven't ruined your instrument. If so, I can get it repaired " he offered, always the thoughtful one. He extended his hand to help the teen up.
Hisoka, however, was on his feet quickly and hissing like an angry cat, refusing all help. He snatched his violin case without making any physical contact and glared at the bespectacled man before heading away. No word of thanks, no nothing.
Gush' blinked at the other youth, cocking his head inquisitively. He wondered if he was the only one that felt anything at all. It was like a strange current running through his mind the moment he had every one of the four others in his sight. The teenager shifted, taking ahold of the strap that ran along his bass's vinyl carry bag and let out a light sigh. He might have imagined things. Still, it felt nice for an instant. He decided to head to where Crawford and Schuldich were talking.
" You cut your hair? " the american didn't actually sound impressed, but his eyes told the story. Gone was the long mane of bright fiery red hair that adorned the German's head. Instead, it was now short and spiky. " Why? " he asked as he pushed his glasses on top of his nose.
" I don't know " he shrugged. " I thought this look fit the old me. Now there's a new me. I don't belong with this group anymore, so you can go back. No use to beg me to come back in " he scowled, gaze returning to the grass.
" Well then you will be happy to know that I don't have a part with this group anymore " the drummer uncrossed his arms, showing him he had removed his gloves.
Schuldich was breathless, staring. Brad had never removed his white gloves, ever! There were times he wondered if he hadn't been born with them. " ..you... " was the only word he could manage.
" Exactly " he thought, and it was very right, that the german meant to ask him if he would put them on when he finds a new band. " I have no intention to stop playing for long. I don't think you have, either " he added with a faint smirk tugging at a corner of his lips.
Schuldich responded with his own ferocious grin, a light flaring up in his eyes. " So you won't leave me alone, huh? " They just broke up with their old band, and already the idea of a new one was forming. " He came too? " he nodded towards the diminutive Gush. " Ha! He would've been butchered and eaten alive by those two if he'd stayed! " he reached out to ruffle the light brownish-gray hair fondly. " Glad you're along for the wild ride, kid! "
True to his nature, the teenager only sank his head between his shoulders to bear with the German. It was better than putting up with Muraki and Jei.
" It's already started " Brad then voiced, cryptically.
Nagi watched Hisoka go, staring after him, long after he was out of sight. He hadn't seen his face, being back to him for all the while. He did hear the voice though It was so full of carelessness with an outer layer of hatred and impatience. He felt, somehow, that this teenager, like him, had lived a quite rough life. Nagi, however, was through the rough part.
Now he was himself, not some lost and frightened child. He did spend some time getting his bearing after his parents left for the world above, but he held on.
At this instant, he was soaring. This feeling, the tidal wave that just swept him away... it was as if, for the instant he had crossed looks with these four people, the world, his world.. was perfect. He was lost in this feeling, blue eyes unfocussed, the thinnest of smiles playing on his lips.
" Hey,are you okay? " the voice came through somehow, physical contact helping. He blinked a few times, focussing on a person bent to look at him.
The boy looked young, maybe younger than he was, even. Then again, Nagi looked pretty youthful for his age as well. Platinium, silvery-brown hair hair gently framed the wide, forest green eyed face. The dressing code was strange. All in white, with a strange purple tie, its tip adorned with a small white cross.
" ..I... I am. " he managed to murmur, shutting his eyes for a second, forcing himself to reclaim control of his senses and emotions. " Thank you. "
" You should be careful, it's been really hot today. You look pretty pale " It was quite like Gush' to worry about others, but he seldom voiced his concern. In this occasion though, he did. This surprised Schuldich, but not Brad, who walked to the bench where the teenager sat. During this time, the bassist gave an incentive to hurry over " Schu, look at that! He's got a German keyboard! " he cried excitedly.
" Really? This I gotta see! " the redhead was instantly jogging.
As Brad had announced, it had already started.
After Hisoka walked down the hill enough not to be seen, he turned to look back, beginning to ponder the unthinkable. Should he go back...? This something he felt, it was good. He had to admit that it was. However, it was a pretty hard thing to admit. Him? Feel good? He had no right to. His life was one of pain, loneliness, frustration, boredom. Nothing good laid in there.
Still, he felt quite nice at this instant, this one short fleeting moments.
Groaning angrily, he clenched a fist around his violin's case handle. He would forget this feeling! Everything ended in pain, so this would as well. He only wished he could erase the event from his memory. " This is insane " he muttered to the stars above. He stuffed a hand in his black trenchcoat's pocket and strangled his handle again with the other, spinning on his heel and heading away, to his home, where angry shouts awaited him to greet him energetically.
Was he strong... or weak? He wondered this at times for an instant.
..but he always ended up branding himself as weak.
He thought sometimes that he was a fallen shooting star, before scowling at himself. Shooting starts were much too beautiful to describe him. A caged bird with broken wings was a more fitting imagery.
" I apologize " Brad was the first to speak. It was fitting, since he was the one who caused the event. " I hope I haven't ruined your instrument. If so, I can get it repaired " he offered, always the thoughtful one. He extended his hand to help the teen up.
Hisoka, however, was on his feet quickly and hissing like an angry cat, refusing all help. He snatched his violin case without making any physical contact and glared at the bespectacled man before heading away. No word of thanks, no nothing.
Gush' blinked at the other youth, cocking his head inquisitively. He wondered if he was the only one that felt anything at all. It was like a strange current running through his mind the moment he had every one of the four others in his sight. The teenager shifted, taking ahold of the strap that ran along his bass's vinyl carry bag and let out a light sigh. He might have imagined things. Still, it felt nice for an instant. He decided to head to where Crawford and Schuldich were talking.
" You cut your hair? " the american didn't actually sound impressed, but his eyes told the story. Gone was the long mane of bright fiery red hair that adorned the German's head. Instead, it was now short and spiky. " Why? " he asked as he pushed his glasses on top of his nose.
" I don't know " he shrugged. " I thought this look fit the old me. Now there's a new me. I don't belong with this group anymore, so you can go back. No use to beg me to come back in " he scowled, gaze returning to the grass.
" Well then you will be happy to know that I don't have a part with this group anymore " the drummer uncrossed his arms, showing him he had removed his gloves.
Schuldich was breathless, staring. Brad had never removed his white gloves, ever! There were times he wondered if he hadn't been born with them. " ..you... " was the only word he could manage.
" Exactly " he thought, and it was very right, that the german meant to ask him if he would put them on when he finds a new band. " I have no intention to stop playing for long. I don't think you have, either " he added with a faint smirk tugging at a corner of his lips.
Schuldich responded with his own ferocious grin, a light flaring up in his eyes. " So you won't leave me alone, huh? " They just broke up with their old band, and already the idea of a new one was forming. " He came too? " he nodded towards the diminutive Gush. " Ha! He would've been butchered and eaten alive by those two if he'd stayed! " he reached out to ruffle the light brownish-gray hair fondly. " Glad you're along for the wild ride, kid! "
True to his nature, the teenager only sank his head between his shoulders to bear with the German. It was better than putting up with Muraki and Jei.
" It's already started " Brad then voiced, cryptically.
Nagi watched Hisoka go, staring after him, long after he was out of sight. He hadn't seen his face, being back to him for all the while. He did hear the voice though It was so full of carelessness with an outer layer of hatred and impatience. He felt, somehow, that this teenager, like him, had lived a quite rough life. Nagi, however, was through the rough part.
Now he was himself, not some lost and frightened child. He did spend some time getting his bearing after his parents left for the world above, but he held on.
At this instant, he was soaring. This feeling, the tidal wave that just swept him away... it was as if, for the instant he had crossed looks with these four people, the world, his world.. was perfect. He was lost in this feeling, blue eyes unfocussed, the thinnest of smiles playing on his lips.
" Hey,are you okay? " the voice came through somehow, physical contact helping. He blinked a few times, focussing on a person bent to look at him.
The boy looked young, maybe younger than he was, even. Then again, Nagi looked pretty youthful for his age as well. Platinium, silvery-brown hair hair gently framed the wide, forest green eyed face. The dressing code was strange. All in white, with a strange purple tie, its tip adorned with a small white cross.
" ..I... I am. " he managed to murmur, shutting his eyes for a second, forcing himself to reclaim control of his senses and emotions. " Thank you. "
" You should be careful, it's been really hot today. You look pretty pale " It was quite like Gush' to worry about others, but he seldom voiced his concern. In this occasion though, he did. This surprised Schuldich, but not Brad, who walked to the bench where the teenager sat. During this time, the bassist gave an incentive to hurry over " Schu, look at that! He's got a German keyboard! " he cried excitedly.
" Really? This I gotta see! " the redhead was instantly jogging.
As Brad had announced, it had already started.
After Hisoka walked down the hill enough not to be seen, he turned to look back, beginning to ponder the unthinkable. Should he go back...? This something he felt, it was good. He had to admit that it was. However, it was a pretty hard thing to admit. Him? Feel good? He had no right to. His life was one of pain, loneliness, frustration, boredom. Nothing good laid in there.
Still, he felt quite nice at this instant, this one short fleeting moments.
Groaning angrily, he clenched a fist around his violin's case handle. He would forget this feeling! Everything ended in pain, so this would as well. He only wished he could erase the event from his memory. " This is insane " he muttered to the stars above. He stuffed a hand in his black trenchcoat's pocket and strangled his handle again with the other, spinning on his heel and heading away, to his home, where angry shouts awaited him to greet him energetically.
Was he strong... or weak? He wondered this at times for an instant.
..but he always ended up branding himself as weak.
He thought sometimes that he was a fallen shooting star, before scowling at himself. Shooting starts were much too beautiful to describe him. A caged bird with broken wings was a more fitting imagery.