1 Ephemeral Green
1.1 Chapter 6
The two sat in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Nagi liked this particular place. « Look, isn't it nice? » he pointed at the small area invaded with aquatic plants as well as a fountain. « I like this restaurant… I hope you don't mind me choosing »
« Naaah… don't know a lot of places anyway and besides, you're treating, so you can choose. » He also thought the place looked pretty expensive. He just had to see the decor… Then again, he had to admit Nagi did have taste. It wasn't overly rich.. simple yet welcoming enough. « …what is it? » Hisoka aked, blinking as he realized Nagi had been staring at him silence.
« Ah! Uno… » seems the telekinetichad his hed in the clouds and was struggling to find an answer. « What are you going to order? » Lucky.. this was the most sensible thing to ask. « Aren't you going to check the menu? »
Hisoka wondered if he really wanted to… but then nis stomach took control of his hands and eyes and he opened the the menu, scanning it.
Nagi took this opportunity to resume staring.
Those eyes of his… they were green. So green. He never saw anything like those before! Something was awfully strange though. That other teen, Hisoka.. he thought he was looking at himself in a mirror every time he glanced at him. Only the hair and eye colors were off. As for their dressing styles…
Hisoka wore his eternal jeans jacket and orange t-shirt, while Nagi had yesterday's slightly rumbled clothes still on, an orange t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Hisoka wore sneakers while Nagi had strange velvety dark blue shoes on. The empath didn't bother removing his jacket inside, and the waitress was probably thankful for that since she could tell the two of them appart. She was positive that they were twins.
Someone else, Fate decided, was present nearby in the small restaurant. A white trenchcoat was slung over the chair, the long coat's bottom spilling gracefully on the floor, like an angel's broken wing. Wisps of bleached, or naturally white hair stood in the way of one silver eye. The didn't seem to be overly bothered of this single-eye view of the world. « Beautiful » he breathed out, observing the two teenagers.
« So what did you want to talk about? » the pale brown-haired one asked his morning host after both had placed their orders.
« Your violin » nagi started. « It's wonderful, how you play it » he smiles dreamily.
Hisoka frowned. One small thing was off. « But you never heard me play » he blurted out, blinking repeatedly. He couldn't remember seeing him while he practiced last time.
« I dreamed about it » he admited, gray-blue eyes alit with something the empath could pick up as a mix of excitement and just a dash of lust. « I'd like to hear… if it's possible » he paused a second before correcting himself. « I want everyone to hear. Won't you join our band? » he asked.
Hisoka was silent for a long while. If Nagi would simply have asked for him to play, he might have agreed. But this…. Join a band? He hesitated, torn between accepting wholehearted or turning the offer cruelly down. « Why'd you need me? » he questioned, this revealing at least a light interest in the affair.
« I had a dream » the cinnamon-haired boy repeated. « I heard your sound with ours, and it was… it was like magic. Nothing could beat that! We need you, Hisoka! » he pleaded, midnight-blue eyes filled with hope.
A dream. That's what had the empath once again think back against refusal. Did nagi have the same dream he'd had a few nights ago? He felt like smiling when he remembered it. He wouldn't smile though, never allow himself to. So what should he answer now?
Gush' let out a light sigh, wiping his sweaty forehead with his shirt's sleeve. The sun was out in full force and the youth began to wish the morning's rain would have remained falling. « At least this is the last one » he closed his eyes, grateful, a finger dly tapping the metallic carrying case. He thought back to yesterday morning and the song they'd played « It was like magic, wasn't it? » he asked himself aloud. Or maybe he'd asked his instrument? No one could quite know, with Gush'.
« Where the heck is Nagi? » a nasal voice ressounded behind him, sending him jumping witha frightened yelp. « Aaah! Schuldich! Make some noise when you walk down the stairs! » Gush' yelled, having just gone through the most horrible fright of his life.
« Sorry, kid. Gotta make the most of it before you're old enough to have heart attacks » the german snickered.
« Schuldich! » the youth cried. « That's evil! »
Once again, the two had started an argument. Luckily this was the moment Brad chose to come down, carrying the last of his drumkit cymbals. « I just called a taxi » he announced loudly enough for his voice to drown the other's squabble. « It should be here soon »
« Schu…? » the teenage boy asked, one thin silvery brow lifting, the other sinking in a frown. « You had a car… didn't you? »
« I had a car » the red-haired man corrected. « Farfello found the keys. Now I don't have a car anymore. I hope you can picture what happened » he glared. Gush' was wise enough not to push the issue.
Hisoka was thinking really hard about this. He had no clue why, but this band thing.. it interested him. « Who are the other members? » the youth asked, cocking his head slightly.
« They are those other guys… You know, at the Park? That redhead was Schuldich, the guitarst. There was that other one with the white clothes, Gush', the bassist. The one with the glasses is Brad Crawford, the drummer » he grinned lightly « We've been getting along well. I'm sure they'd like you »
Hearing all this, Muraki's eyes narrowed. Things were going to be interesting from now on… Gathering his coat, he left the restaurant without much of a fuss. One of the scariest smirks was painted on his face. It seems he didn't really mind the answer that would be given.
« Of course you don't have to answer right now » Nagi was in a hurry to make Hisoka at ease. « You'll think about it..? » he queried, lifting deep blue eyes to the violinist.
« Hmm… yeah, I'll do that » the one with the luminous green eyes nodded slowly, seeming distant now. He couldn't quite understand why these people were so interested in him or his playing. If he only really put himself to it, he just might be able to surpass Japan's greatest violinist. However, he had absolutely no desire to rise above the mass of individuals.
He wanted to be left alone. He really wanted the world to forget him for as long as possible.
However, something kept him from losing himself. Ever since he saw these people, those that were the band members, some things started going right. Not all that great, but as nice as it could get anyway.
Right now though, he really wanted to answer but couldn't bring himself to choose between yes or no. He could just feel the hope and overpowering excitement coming from the other teen and was surprised when he noticed he felt at peace with the feelings being transferred to him.
The rest of the breakfast was quite ordinary. Nagi probably thought Hisoka was mute.. and the opposite could have been right as well. Hisoka was never a great socialist and Nagi only respected this silence. After all, he said he'd let him think about the offer.
When came the time to part, no answer had yet been given.
« How about meeting at the park tomorrow? » the telekinetic asked. « Even if you can't answer.. I… I'd like to hear your violin.
Strange, how he didn't remember picking the instrument up before leaving. It might be instinct. Either that, or he knew his mother was going to have his head for forgetting it somewhere. « Yeah, maybe. I always end up there anyway » he shrugged, his careless exterior hiding all of what he was feeling right now.
After a nod, smile and 'matta ashita!' spoken in a cheerful voice, Nagi walked away.
Hisoka found himself staring at him until he was out of sight.. then shook his head wildly, whapping his forehead. « baka » he grumbled to himself before heading at the nearby library to pass time.
1.1 Chapter 6
The two sat in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Nagi liked this particular place. « Look, isn't it nice? » he pointed at the small area invaded with aquatic plants as well as a fountain. « I like this restaurant… I hope you don't mind me choosing »
« Naaah… don't know a lot of places anyway and besides, you're treating, so you can choose. » He also thought the place looked pretty expensive. He just had to see the decor… Then again, he had to admit Nagi did have taste. It wasn't overly rich.. simple yet welcoming enough. « …what is it? » Hisoka aked, blinking as he realized Nagi had been staring at him silence.
« Ah! Uno… » seems the telekinetichad his hed in the clouds and was struggling to find an answer. « What are you going to order? » Lucky.. this was the most sensible thing to ask. « Aren't you going to check the menu? »
Hisoka wondered if he really wanted to… but then nis stomach took control of his hands and eyes and he opened the the menu, scanning it.
Nagi took this opportunity to resume staring.
Those eyes of his… they were green. So green. He never saw anything like those before! Something was awfully strange though. That other teen, Hisoka.. he thought he was looking at himself in a mirror every time he glanced at him. Only the hair and eye colors were off. As for their dressing styles…
Hisoka wore his eternal jeans jacket and orange t-shirt, while Nagi had yesterday's slightly rumbled clothes still on, an orange t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Hisoka wore sneakers while Nagi had strange velvety dark blue shoes on. The empath didn't bother removing his jacket inside, and the waitress was probably thankful for that since she could tell the two of them appart. She was positive that they were twins.
Someone else, Fate decided, was present nearby in the small restaurant. A white trenchcoat was slung over the chair, the long coat's bottom spilling gracefully on the floor, like an angel's broken wing. Wisps of bleached, or naturally white hair stood in the way of one silver eye. The didn't seem to be overly bothered of this single-eye view of the world. « Beautiful » he breathed out, observing the two teenagers.
« So what did you want to talk about? » the pale brown-haired one asked his morning host after both had placed their orders.
« Your violin » nagi started. « It's wonderful, how you play it » he smiles dreamily.
Hisoka frowned. One small thing was off. « But you never heard me play » he blurted out, blinking repeatedly. He couldn't remember seeing him while he practiced last time.
« I dreamed about it » he admited, gray-blue eyes alit with something the empath could pick up as a mix of excitement and just a dash of lust. « I'd like to hear… if it's possible » he paused a second before correcting himself. « I want everyone to hear. Won't you join our band? » he asked.
Hisoka was silent for a long while. If Nagi would simply have asked for him to play, he might have agreed. But this…. Join a band? He hesitated, torn between accepting wholehearted or turning the offer cruelly down. « Why'd you need me? » he questioned, this revealing at least a light interest in the affair.
« I had a dream » the cinnamon-haired boy repeated. « I heard your sound with ours, and it was… it was like magic. Nothing could beat that! We need you, Hisoka! » he pleaded, midnight-blue eyes filled with hope.
A dream. That's what had the empath once again think back against refusal. Did nagi have the same dream he'd had a few nights ago? He felt like smiling when he remembered it. He wouldn't smile though, never allow himself to. So what should he answer now?
Gush' let out a light sigh, wiping his sweaty forehead with his shirt's sleeve. The sun was out in full force and the youth began to wish the morning's rain would have remained falling. « At least this is the last one » he closed his eyes, grateful, a finger dly tapping the metallic carrying case. He thought back to yesterday morning and the song they'd played « It was like magic, wasn't it? » he asked himself aloud. Or maybe he'd asked his instrument? No one could quite know, with Gush'.
« Where the heck is Nagi? » a nasal voice ressounded behind him, sending him jumping witha frightened yelp. « Aaah! Schuldich! Make some noise when you walk down the stairs! » Gush' yelled, having just gone through the most horrible fright of his life.
« Sorry, kid. Gotta make the most of it before you're old enough to have heart attacks » the german snickered.
« Schuldich! » the youth cried. « That's evil! »
Once again, the two had started an argument. Luckily this was the moment Brad chose to come down, carrying the last of his drumkit cymbals. « I just called a taxi » he announced loudly enough for his voice to drown the other's squabble. « It should be here soon »
« Schu…? » the teenage boy asked, one thin silvery brow lifting, the other sinking in a frown. « You had a car… didn't you? »
« I had a car » the red-haired man corrected. « Farfello found the keys. Now I don't have a car anymore. I hope you can picture what happened » he glared. Gush' was wise enough not to push the issue.
Hisoka was thinking really hard about this. He had no clue why, but this band thing.. it interested him. « Who are the other members? » the youth asked, cocking his head slightly.
« They are those other guys… You know, at the Park? That redhead was Schuldich, the guitarst. There was that other one with the white clothes, Gush', the bassist. The one with the glasses is Brad Crawford, the drummer » he grinned lightly « We've been getting along well. I'm sure they'd like you »
Hearing all this, Muraki's eyes narrowed. Things were going to be interesting from now on… Gathering his coat, he left the restaurant without much of a fuss. One of the scariest smirks was painted on his face. It seems he didn't really mind the answer that would be given.
« Of course you don't have to answer right now » Nagi was in a hurry to make Hisoka at ease. « You'll think about it..? » he queried, lifting deep blue eyes to the violinist.
« Hmm… yeah, I'll do that » the one with the luminous green eyes nodded slowly, seeming distant now. He couldn't quite understand why these people were so interested in him or his playing. If he only really put himself to it, he just might be able to surpass Japan's greatest violinist. However, he had absolutely no desire to rise above the mass of individuals.
He wanted to be left alone. He really wanted the world to forget him for as long as possible.
However, something kept him from losing himself. Ever since he saw these people, those that were the band members, some things started going right. Not all that great, but as nice as it could get anyway.
Right now though, he really wanted to answer but couldn't bring himself to choose between yes or no. He could just feel the hope and overpowering excitement coming from the other teen and was surprised when he noticed he felt at peace with the feelings being transferred to him.
The rest of the breakfast was quite ordinary. Nagi probably thought Hisoka was mute.. and the opposite could have been right as well. Hisoka was never a great socialist and Nagi only respected this silence. After all, he said he'd let him think about the offer.
When came the time to part, no answer had yet been given.
« How about meeting at the park tomorrow? » the telekinetic asked. « Even if you can't answer.. I… I'd like to hear your violin.
Strange, how he didn't remember picking the instrument up before leaving. It might be instinct. Either that, or he knew his mother was going to have his head for forgetting it somewhere. « Yeah, maybe. I always end up there anyway » he shrugged, his careless exterior hiding all of what he was feeling right now.
After a nod, smile and 'matta ashita!' spoken in a cheerful voice, Nagi walked away.
Hisoka found himself staring at him until he was out of sight.. then shook his head wildly, whapping his forehead. « baka » he grumbled to himself before heading at the nearby library to pass time.