Ephemeral Green
Chapter 8 : Addition
Gushoshin thanked whichiever God had left the door to the house unlocked. Silly, he had forgotten to ask for the keys before going. As he walked into the place that still carried a faint smell of paint, he saw that it wasn't God who left the lock off the door. « You're still awake? » he blinked wide forest-green –even though very reddened- eyes.
The other youth turned around, gulped the mouthful of chinese food he was presently busy enjoying and answered. « Hai, or rather I just woke up. Can't remember falling asleep though » he ended in a light murmur along with a sheepish grin. « Oh, if you're hungry you can have some of the leftovers. I don't think I'm that hungry » he gestured for Gush to sit down.
« Hnnn.. just a bite or three then. I'm a bit hungry, but… very sleepy » he breathed out, sitting cross-legged in front of the small table.
« What were you doing out at this hour? » Nagi asked as he handed his companion a pair of chopsticks.
It took him a while to answer, and he used the pretext of having his mouth full to stay silent. Finally, he answered cryptically « Oh… I was just working » as if it was very normal that someone his age would work and go to school at the same time while striving to be a musician.
« Ah, I see » the telekinetic nodded, deciding that Gush's tone left no room for other questions. « Do you want anything to drink? » he asked, to change the subject and also because it was proper etiquette.
« No thanks… I,m going to be off now » he yawned, discarding the emptied food carton and wooden chopsticks. « Oyasumi, Nagi-kun » he smiled flashed a v-sign before retreating down the hall, to his bedroom.
The telekinetic was left alone to contemplate what to do next. Now that he gotten sleep and food…. He could try some TV, but they hadn't gotten cable yet, so… « Ah, i got it! » he nodded to himself, gathering a pint of juice. « I can practice » he cheered himself on, locking the door –without even being close to it- before heading downstairs.
« Kakkoi! They did a great job with the place » he gasped in awe. Everything was set up with tons of wire, the lightings he had ordered stuck to the ceiling right where he put them on his plan. « Crawford-san is sugoi! » he breathed out as he sat on the small bench, knowing it couldn't be anyone else but the american-born brain who could follow a plan clearly. As much as Shu and Gush's antics were amusing, they became annoying if they dragged on too long.
Slipping the headphones on, drinking some juice from the carton, the teenager wiped his mouth with his shirt's sleeve and closed his eyes, emptying his mind before filling it with whichiever sounds would come to him. Whatever song he wanted he could summon from his keyboard. Strangely, a light violin melody came to his mind.
Instantly, he recognized it. The melody from the dream. The one that missed from their previous jamming but was somehow there in their hearts.
« Hisoka's violin » Nagi whispered, eyes snapping open.
Now more than ever, he realized that without him the band could never be complete.
The next morning, Nagi awoke before the sun did, letting out a great big yawn to signal the start of the day. He had everything ready, even breakfast. Before going to sleep, he had cooked a large pot of miso soup, enough to accomodate everyone. He was absolutely looking forward to this morning, dressing up in a hurry and incredibly managing to look impeccable in his white suit. He did rearange the white tie and smoothed up the lavender colored shirt underneath before grabbing the large pack that contained his keyboard and its stand. He slung it over his shoulder, not minding that even if it was diagonally on his back it dwarfed him. The keyboard was huge.
He took a container of soup and drank it on the way to the Park. Of course he'd have to eat more than that. This is why he stopped by a bakery and bought some sweet bread as well as a cup of coffee before heading to the park proper.
Kurosaki Hisoka was there, waiting. The rising sun outlined his frail form and the bench on which he was sitting. Right at his side was his instrument.
« Beautiful » Nagi couldn't help but comment breathlessly.
Brought out of his thoughts by the breathless whisper, the sandy-haired boy glanced up. « What's that supposed to mean? » he asked, bright green eyes observing the other teen.
« Ah.. » He hesitated. « The sun. It's beautiful, isn't it? » Nagi dimly wondered why he thought Hisoka beautiful. If he'd told him that, the other would think him crazy. Besides, he himself wasn't even sure of exactly what pushed him to say that aloud.
« Sun..? » as if noticing it for the first time, the violinist glanced at it. « If you say so » he shrugged.
« Gomen nasai.. You're not here to listen to poetry. First off, I bought these! Sweet bread rolls, fresh from this morning! You can have some, I already grabbed my share » he tossed the bag to the other teen.
Hisoka stared at the bag as if it was some foreign object or a monster that would eat him whole. « This… » he blinked. « …for me? » Did he buy those especially for him? It didn't have any 'leftover' feeling, so maybe he did. How strange.
« Hai! Go ahead, indulge. I have to prepare my stuff anyway » he smiled, putting his huge backpack on the ground and making himself busy with preparing his keyboard.
Watching him as he ate, the Empath could feel excitement, joy. He found out that his tastebuds were rather pleased by the bread.. as was his stomach. Nagi, he decided, was thoughtful. A nice quality. « Ready when you are » the cheerful call bought him out of his analysis. He also noticed that he had just went through the whole bag of food. He found himself wishing there was some more.
« Sorry about not getting you any coffee.. if I,d know you were here already, I would have-«
« No, it's okay » Hisoka cut him short. « Ah… here, take those » he reached in his pocket and pulled out some yen.
Now it was Nagi's turn.. to look at the offered money as if it was an alien monster. « What for…? You can keep it. If you want to pay me, let me hear your violin.. I'll try to find a fitting melody on my keyboard and we can try a duet » he smiled
« Ah… okay then » Hisoka was puzzled again. He couldn't figure out Nagi's motivation. Shrugging, he put the money back in his pocket and took out his instrument. « I'm not singing though. Just playing » he pointed out as he took the bow in hand.
Nodding, the other teen agreed. « I won't hold it against you. I might feel like singing somewhere along the way though. Go ahead, whenever you want » he smiled at him, observing the way those green eyes shifted. He could tell he was slightly nervous, but credited him for persistence as he saw the entrancing eyes slide closed.
Then, it was like magic.
The bow hit the strings, and a gentle sound was born out of the chemistry between the teen and his instrument. Nagi spent some time just staring before remembering he was supposed to find a fitting melody on his keyboard. Closing his eyes, he let the music come at him, slip through the pores of his skin and into his body, mind and soul. Then, he nodded to himself… and began playing.
It was not a real piano, just a keyboard generated sound that ressembled piano. He knew if it were a real, ivory keyed wooden cased one, the song would have been perfect. He noticed one milisecond of hesitation from the violin, but it might only be his partner trying to find the perfect rythm.
Hisoka then suddenly shifted to a slower, heavier song. It was sad. The keyboardist thought it strange, but he coped marvelusly with that shift, quickly rearranging his own melody and settings from piano to organ. There was a pause.. long pause.. and then an explosion. Literally. Nagi switched back to the piano settings and went with a fast-paced solo, probably looking posessed. The two of them could make up pretty good improvisation. Nagi thought his jam partner too shocked to go on and was met with surprise as an equally fast-paced crazy violin joined him. As he opened his eyes to glance at Hisoka, he was momentarily frozen to see that they had gained a crowd.
It was better than magic.
It was perhaps fate.
Closing his eyes again, grinning a little, Nagi then thought he could sing. The melody had been the same for a while now, and it had gotten predictable enough for him to be able to concentrate on finding lyrics as he played. Without any microphone, he had to sing slightly louder than normal, but he thought the occasion was worth the small strain he would get.
After a few minutes, he noticed Hisoka's playing getting just a little sloppy and quickly edged over to him « Take a break » he murmured. « I'll end this with a solo » he told him, deciding to takes things into his hands.
« …about the band .. » the sandy-haired teenager spoke slowly, stammering a little. « I… I.. »
« Ah, if you haven't decided yet, don't stress yourself » Nagi noted calmly as he packed his keyboard. «I want you to take your time and think about it »
He was so kind and toughtful, wasn't he? Hisoka found himself thinking this. « If it's like this… if it's like what we just did… » after all, he couldn't deny that he felt incredible right right now. « I want to try it »
Laughing, Nagi shook his head « It's not like what we just did.. » he looked up, grinning lightly « It's better! »
And so this is how it started.
Chapter 8 : Addition
Gushoshin thanked whichiever God had left the door to the house unlocked. Silly, he had forgotten to ask for the keys before going. As he walked into the place that still carried a faint smell of paint, he saw that it wasn't God who left the lock off the door. « You're still awake? » he blinked wide forest-green –even though very reddened- eyes.
The other youth turned around, gulped the mouthful of chinese food he was presently busy enjoying and answered. « Hai, or rather I just woke up. Can't remember falling asleep though » he ended in a light murmur along with a sheepish grin. « Oh, if you're hungry you can have some of the leftovers. I don't think I'm that hungry » he gestured for Gush to sit down.
« Hnnn.. just a bite or three then. I'm a bit hungry, but… very sleepy » he breathed out, sitting cross-legged in front of the small table.
« What were you doing out at this hour? » Nagi asked as he handed his companion a pair of chopsticks.
It took him a while to answer, and he used the pretext of having his mouth full to stay silent. Finally, he answered cryptically « Oh… I was just working » as if it was very normal that someone his age would work and go to school at the same time while striving to be a musician.
« Ah, I see » the telekinetic nodded, deciding that Gush's tone left no room for other questions. « Do you want anything to drink? » he asked, to change the subject and also because it was proper etiquette.
« No thanks… I,m going to be off now » he yawned, discarding the emptied food carton and wooden chopsticks. « Oyasumi, Nagi-kun » he smiled flashed a v-sign before retreating down the hall, to his bedroom.
The telekinetic was left alone to contemplate what to do next. Now that he gotten sleep and food…. He could try some TV, but they hadn't gotten cable yet, so… « Ah, i got it! » he nodded to himself, gathering a pint of juice. « I can practice » he cheered himself on, locking the door –without even being close to it- before heading downstairs.
« Kakkoi! They did a great job with the place » he gasped in awe. Everything was set up with tons of wire, the lightings he had ordered stuck to the ceiling right where he put them on his plan. « Crawford-san is sugoi! » he breathed out as he sat on the small bench, knowing it couldn't be anyone else but the american-born brain who could follow a plan clearly. As much as Shu and Gush's antics were amusing, they became annoying if they dragged on too long.
Slipping the headphones on, drinking some juice from the carton, the teenager wiped his mouth with his shirt's sleeve and closed his eyes, emptying his mind before filling it with whichiever sounds would come to him. Whatever song he wanted he could summon from his keyboard. Strangely, a light violin melody came to his mind.
Instantly, he recognized it. The melody from the dream. The one that missed from their previous jamming but was somehow there in their hearts.
« Hisoka's violin » Nagi whispered, eyes snapping open.
Now more than ever, he realized that without him the band could never be complete.
The next morning, Nagi awoke before the sun did, letting out a great big yawn to signal the start of the day. He had everything ready, even breakfast. Before going to sleep, he had cooked a large pot of miso soup, enough to accomodate everyone. He was absolutely looking forward to this morning, dressing up in a hurry and incredibly managing to look impeccable in his white suit. He did rearange the white tie and smoothed up the lavender colored shirt underneath before grabbing the large pack that contained his keyboard and its stand. He slung it over his shoulder, not minding that even if it was diagonally on his back it dwarfed him. The keyboard was huge.
He took a container of soup and drank it on the way to the Park. Of course he'd have to eat more than that. This is why he stopped by a bakery and bought some sweet bread as well as a cup of coffee before heading to the park proper.
Kurosaki Hisoka was there, waiting. The rising sun outlined his frail form and the bench on which he was sitting. Right at his side was his instrument.
« Beautiful » Nagi couldn't help but comment breathlessly.
Brought out of his thoughts by the breathless whisper, the sandy-haired boy glanced up. « What's that supposed to mean? » he asked, bright green eyes observing the other teen.
« Ah.. » He hesitated. « The sun. It's beautiful, isn't it? » Nagi dimly wondered why he thought Hisoka beautiful. If he'd told him that, the other would think him crazy. Besides, he himself wasn't even sure of exactly what pushed him to say that aloud.
« Sun..? » as if noticing it for the first time, the violinist glanced at it. « If you say so » he shrugged.
« Gomen nasai.. You're not here to listen to poetry. First off, I bought these! Sweet bread rolls, fresh from this morning! You can have some, I already grabbed my share » he tossed the bag to the other teen.
Hisoka stared at the bag as if it was some foreign object or a monster that would eat him whole. « This… » he blinked. « …for me? » Did he buy those especially for him? It didn't have any 'leftover' feeling, so maybe he did. How strange.
« Hai! Go ahead, indulge. I have to prepare my stuff anyway » he smiled, putting his huge backpack on the ground and making himself busy with preparing his keyboard.
Watching him as he ate, the Empath could feel excitement, joy. He found out that his tastebuds were rather pleased by the bread.. as was his stomach. Nagi, he decided, was thoughtful. A nice quality. « Ready when you are » the cheerful call bought him out of his analysis. He also noticed that he had just went through the whole bag of food. He found himself wishing there was some more.
« Sorry about not getting you any coffee.. if I,d know you were here already, I would have-«
« No, it's okay » Hisoka cut him short. « Ah… here, take those » he reached in his pocket and pulled out some yen.
Now it was Nagi's turn.. to look at the offered money as if it was an alien monster. « What for…? You can keep it. If you want to pay me, let me hear your violin.. I'll try to find a fitting melody on my keyboard and we can try a duet » he smiled
« Ah… okay then » Hisoka was puzzled again. He couldn't figure out Nagi's motivation. Shrugging, he put the money back in his pocket and took out his instrument. « I'm not singing though. Just playing » he pointed out as he took the bow in hand.
Nodding, the other teen agreed. « I won't hold it against you. I might feel like singing somewhere along the way though. Go ahead, whenever you want » he smiled at him, observing the way those green eyes shifted. He could tell he was slightly nervous, but credited him for persistence as he saw the entrancing eyes slide closed.
Then, it was like magic.
The bow hit the strings, and a gentle sound was born out of the chemistry between the teen and his instrument. Nagi spent some time just staring before remembering he was supposed to find a fitting melody on his keyboard. Closing his eyes, he let the music come at him, slip through the pores of his skin and into his body, mind and soul. Then, he nodded to himself… and began playing.
It was not a real piano, just a keyboard generated sound that ressembled piano. He knew if it were a real, ivory keyed wooden cased one, the song would have been perfect. He noticed one milisecond of hesitation from the violin, but it might only be his partner trying to find the perfect rythm.
Hisoka then suddenly shifted to a slower, heavier song. It was sad. The keyboardist thought it strange, but he coped marvelusly with that shift, quickly rearranging his own melody and settings from piano to organ. There was a pause.. long pause.. and then an explosion. Literally. Nagi switched back to the piano settings and went with a fast-paced solo, probably looking posessed. The two of them could make up pretty good improvisation. Nagi thought his jam partner too shocked to go on and was met with surprise as an equally fast-paced crazy violin joined him. As he opened his eyes to glance at Hisoka, he was momentarily frozen to see that they had gained a crowd.
It was better than magic.
It was perhaps fate.
Closing his eyes again, grinning a little, Nagi then thought he could sing. The melody had been the same for a while now, and it had gotten predictable enough for him to be able to concentrate on finding lyrics as he played. Without any microphone, he had to sing slightly louder than normal, but he thought the occasion was worth the small strain he would get.
After a few minutes, he noticed Hisoka's playing getting just a little sloppy and quickly edged over to him « Take a break » he murmured. « I'll end this with a solo » he told him, deciding to takes things into his hands.
« …about the band .. » the sandy-haired teenager spoke slowly, stammering a little. « I… I.. »
« Ah, if you haven't decided yet, don't stress yourself » Nagi noted calmly as he packed his keyboard. «I want you to take your time and think about it »
He was so kind and toughtful, wasn't he? Hisoka found himself thinking this. « If it's like this… if it's like what we just did… » after all, he couldn't deny that he felt incredible right right now. « I want to try it »
Laughing, Nagi shook his head « It's not like what we just did.. » he looked up, grinning lightly « It's better! »
And so this is how it started.