Ephemeral Green
Chapter 3 : The Dream Will Become Real!
Kurosaki Hisoka stood unmoving on the front porch, fingers wrapped around the door's handle, unused key dangling on the end of its chain, hanging from a half-limp hand frozen into a semblance of fist.
His mother was still up. He could feel it. The door being still unlocked was a sign. A bad sign for him. He tried to think about his options, which were few; To Enter or Not to Enter, that is the question.
He seemingly decided to enter, finding himself inside the large mansion in which their family lived.Whichiever noise he did was reverbated and amplified in the rooms left almost bare, naked, vulnerable in a way.
…just like him.
His mother, as he had expected, was still awake, sitting in what they called their living room. The place looked pretty much like the others from Hisoka's point of view. Cold. If she was in a particularly good mood, she would ask him to play for her. Not one to be happy with such petty entertainment she would then proceed to lash out at him about his unexistant skills, that he needed to practice more and would afterwards go on a rant about how they're paying for a private music school and Hisoka can't reach the level of a first year player yet. His parents never quite found a good thing about him, escpecially his mother. His father would seldom speak, only regarding him with an air of dissaproval. Hisoka was the last born, the family's black sheep.
He didn't mind. He was used to being lonely.
Tonight though, something incredible happened.
His mother actually applauded his piece. She never once frowned as she listened and seemed to be eagerly drinking the music by her ears. The teenager wondered what kind of dream he was having. It was more on the nightmare side, he had to admit. The applause, it was geniune, even through her soul's core.. she was pleased.
And boy did it scare him. He retreated to his room after a polite bow, dropping the violin case carelessly on the floor before flopping face down on his bed. The pillow drowned the heavy sigh that followed, the empath letting his weary eyes close. « …what did I feel… today? » he wondered aloud, gathering a fistful of blankets. It was so frustrating, knowing it felt good.
He had to run away from them. Allowing himself to feel good would only make him feel even worse when bad things would happen.
Not about to allow himself to sleep, Hisoka reached out to pick up a book lying on the floor, one he had no choice to read since it was the last one left in his collection.
It was called 'Attracting Souls'. He often wondered why he had picked this stange novel. It was a mix of fantasy, romance and hinted at the strangest behaviours and activities of two men among a group of adventurers. The action scenes were incredible though. The group slashed at numerous foes energetically and their.. well, he labelled him as the 'mind mage', one of the main characters, was incredible. The other, a sort of healer-mage, was –and he found this disturbing- very much like him. He could read people's feelings.
He normally despised these writings. Friendship and comraderie were not his forte. These were alien to him, unknown, ignored. Yet, he read on to the end of the book, meeting the first happy ending he'd seen in ages.
As he closed the book, he felt the hand of the sandman brush over his eyelids and toppled over in his bed.
Gushoushin yawned , turning over on the futon, trying to find where sleep lay. It had to be hidden, somewhere, and hidden real good since he couldn't find it. The teenager glanced at the instrument bags littereing the wall. He was still puzzled. Why did Nagi so readily take them in, offering them to share a room while he arranged for better lodgings? He was grateful for his kind help, but had quite a lot of difficulty to understand what motivated him.
Shifting one last time, it seems he found a bit of sleep somewhere, managing to drift away.
Naoe Nagi was still in the living room, peeling through the newspapers, trying to find a nice place where he could send these people to. He had decided to think on their offer. Joining their group might be interesting, but still… he was undecided. He had his studies to think about. Then again, school was a total boredom. He never learned anything new. At the beginning of the year he had tried for the university, but the director laughed at him. College took him seriously, but he still had to spend a year there to get a record he could slam on the University's desk.
Right now though, he had to find the three a decent apartment. He let Gushoushin share his room, which was also used to hold their instruments. He was grateful that Brad had decided against going to fetch his drumkit. It was clear none of them wanted to run into their old bandmates.
Having singled out about ten interesting spots, he felt his hands go slowly numb, his brain easily fleeing away from him at the most unexpected moments. The clock on the wall had its hands at 1:55am. However, Nagi barely noticed the time as he instinctively pushed aside the papers, his exhausted brain having had enough and deciding to shut down for sleep.
Inide another room, Bradley Crawford was still awake, trying to ignore a certain German-born redhead's loud snores on the other side of the small library their host had hastily rearanged as a guest room. The dark-haired american, meanwhile, was thumbing through a musical instrument's buyer and stores guides. He was already planning to get a new drumkit.
Brad sometimes saw glimpses f future events. It seldom happened, and he never quite understood how this would happen, or why. He had a vision just now. Not only a glimpse. What was strange was that four sleepers were dreaming about this.
It was pitch black. The only sounds that could be heard were deafening cheers. Then, as the low, slow and saddened violin's sound cut the air, the cheers ceased. Afterwards, a ground-shaking bass note follwed, with guitar wailing a second behind. Finalla a short silence.. then a thunder of drums, cymbals.. and bright light blinded them as piano as well as an incredible singing voice brought the cheering back with a vengeance.
They all awoke with a start.
The magic, warm feeling was back again.
They hadn't seen any of the faces, but they all knew who was there, on this stage. The dream, they each thought to themselves, would become real!
Chapter 3 : The Dream Will Become Real!
Kurosaki Hisoka stood unmoving on the front porch, fingers wrapped around the door's handle, unused key dangling on the end of its chain, hanging from a half-limp hand frozen into a semblance of fist.
His mother was still up. He could feel it. The door being still unlocked was a sign. A bad sign for him. He tried to think about his options, which were few; To Enter or Not to Enter, that is the question.
He seemingly decided to enter, finding himself inside the large mansion in which their family lived.Whichiever noise he did was reverbated and amplified in the rooms left almost bare, naked, vulnerable in a way.
…just like him.
His mother, as he had expected, was still awake, sitting in what they called their living room. The place looked pretty much like the others from Hisoka's point of view. Cold. If she was in a particularly good mood, she would ask him to play for her. Not one to be happy with such petty entertainment she would then proceed to lash out at him about his unexistant skills, that he needed to practice more and would afterwards go on a rant about how they're paying for a private music school and Hisoka can't reach the level of a first year player yet. His parents never quite found a good thing about him, escpecially his mother. His father would seldom speak, only regarding him with an air of dissaproval. Hisoka was the last born, the family's black sheep.
He didn't mind. He was used to being lonely.
Tonight though, something incredible happened.
His mother actually applauded his piece. She never once frowned as she listened and seemed to be eagerly drinking the music by her ears. The teenager wondered what kind of dream he was having. It was more on the nightmare side, he had to admit. The applause, it was geniune, even through her soul's core.. she was pleased.
And boy did it scare him. He retreated to his room after a polite bow, dropping the violin case carelessly on the floor before flopping face down on his bed. The pillow drowned the heavy sigh that followed, the empath letting his weary eyes close. « …what did I feel… today? » he wondered aloud, gathering a fistful of blankets. It was so frustrating, knowing it felt good.
He had to run away from them. Allowing himself to feel good would only make him feel even worse when bad things would happen.
Not about to allow himself to sleep, Hisoka reached out to pick up a book lying on the floor, one he had no choice to read since it was the last one left in his collection.
It was called 'Attracting Souls'. He often wondered why he had picked this stange novel. It was a mix of fantasy, romance and hinted at the strangest behaviours and activities of two men among a group of adventurers. The action scenes were incredible though. The group slashed at numerous foes energetically and their.. well, he labelled him as the 'mind mage', one of the main characters, was incredible. The other, a sort of healer-mage, was –and he found this disturbing- very much like him. He could read people's feelings.
He normally despised these writings. Friendship and comraderie were not his forte. These were alien to him, unknown, ignored. Yet, he read on to the end of the book, meeting the first happy ending he'd seen in ages.
As he closed the book, he felt the hand of the sandman brush over his eyelids and toppled over in his bed.
Gushoushin yawned , turning over on the futon, trying to find where sleep lay. It had to be hidden, somewhere, and hidden real good since he couldn't find it. The teenager glanced at the instrument bags littereing the wall. He was still puzzled. Why did Nagi so readily take them in, offering them to share a room while he arranged for better lodgings? He was grateful for his kind help, but had quite a lot of difficulty to understand what motivated him.
Shifting one last time, it seems he found a bit of sleep somewhere, managing to drift away.
Naoe Nagi was still in the living room, peeling through the newspapers, trying to find a nice place where he could send these people to. He had decided to think on their offer. Joining their group might be interesting, but still… he was undecided. He had his studies to think about. Then again, school was a total boredom. He never learned anything new. At the beginning of the year he had tried for the university, but the director laughed at him. College took him seriously, but he still had to spend a year there to get a record he could slam on the University's desk.
Right now though, he had to find the three a decent apartment. He let Gushoushin share his room, which was also used to hold their instruments. He was grateful that Brad had decided against going to fetch his drumkit. It was clear none of them wanted to run into their old bandmates.
Having singled out about ten interesting spots, he felt his hands go slowly numb, his brain easily fleeing away from him at the most unexpected moments. The clock on the wall had its hands at 1:55am. However, Nagi barely noticed the time as he instinctively pushed aside the papers, his exhausted brain having had enough and deciding to shut down for sleep.
Inide another room, Bradley Crawford was still awake, trying to ignore a certain German-born redhead's loud snores on the other side of the small library their host had hastily rearanged as a guest room. The dark-haired american, meanwhile, was thumbing through a musical instrument's buyer and stores guides. He was already planning to get a new drumkit.
Brad sometimes saw glimpses f future events. It seldom happened, and he never quite understood how this would happen, or why. He had a vision just now. Not only a glimpse. What was strange was that four sleepers were dreaming about this.
It was pitch black. The only sounds that could be heard were deafening cheers. Then, as the low, slow and saddened violin's sound cut the air, the cheers ceased. Afterwards, a ground-shaking bass note follwed, with guitar wailing a second behind. Finalla a short silence.. then a thunder of drums, cymbals.. and bright light blinded them as piano as well as an incredible singing voice brought the cheering back with a vengeance.
They all awoke with a start.
The magic, warm feeling was back again.
They hadn't seen any of the faces, but they all knew who was there, on this stage. The dream, they each thought to themselves, would become real!