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Disclaimer: Karekano belongs to Hakusensha, Masami Tsuda, Gainax and etc. Not mine.
This is my second original fiction (with copyright characters) and it's not imitated, duplicated or copied from any other sources. This is my very own composition and writing; so please for the love of God, don't copy something so trivial as my stuff. Enjoy.
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Equilibrium
Chapter 2: Rhythm
By Cha-chan
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"Baka."
The pop can under his one foot cringed and gave a whimper, before it disappeared from the face of the pavement. The man fumbled into his shirt pocket, trying to fish out a seven star. No such luck.
He cursed - something which he rarely does. He took out the remaining junk in his pocket, stood still in the middle of the road, and examined them. A swiss utility army knife. A few bank account receipts - on which the painful numbers are listed - and some loose change. That seemed to be it. Not even enough for him to buy another package of cigarette. Damn.
He stared mindlessly at the passerbys. What's with me today, he thought. He's the leader of his "pack", as some of his friends like to say it, but lately he felt like he's slipping away - not that anything in particular troubled him. Simple, trivial mishaps got on his nerves. Just this morning, he had almost had a fit over a kid in the corner store - he asked for his purchase's receipt a few times, and the kid was so lazy he didn't respond. That was when he lost his temper; he started to snap at the kid so cruelly everyone else stared. He was in such an agitated and angry state that he was late for his doctor's appointment. But that's okay; the doctor didn't help him much with the nasty flu he came down with anyway. Good thing he didn't have to sing the back-up vocals tonight in the concert. Kazuma can handle all that.
As the man drifted into a world of daydreams, someone bumped into him. He looked up immediately and was about to apologize, when he saw the person was none other than Kazuma Ikeda, no, Kazuma Shibahime. When the latter saw him, his face broke into a radiant smile.
"Good morning, Ushio-san," he said and beamed. Ushio smiled in return. It was impossible not to; Kazuma was like his own baby brother, and the way he smiled was like the sunshine after the rain. He has a way of influencing people which was unbeknownst to himself.
"You're late too, I presume?" Ushio inclined. The younger boy nodded, slightly embarassed. "I slept in. Me and Tsubasa-chan stayed up really late yesterday night, playing video games and talking. If it wasn't for me, she would've been late for school too." At the mention of the little Miss Shibahime - otherwise referred to as "princess" by all of the YinYang members, Kazuya's face was a crimson red, but nevertheless, he glowed with pride. The two teenage sweethearts were engaged (which surprised YinYang and the two's friends), and the girl was so attached to Kazuma, it felt like they were already a married couple.
"Well, if we don't go in now, we'll get flamed," Ushio commented. He looked at the time - it's already 9:15 a.m.! Ushio would get mad and started to babble incoherently again. He really is not in the mood for that. He picked up his pace and hurried into the big hall in front of him. The YinYang are hosting the first concert of the tour here in Prefecture, their hometown. This is a do-or-die concert; their fame had elevated at a shocking rate in the past few months, but it is still necessary to secure their home base before moving into the big music industrial scene. They HAVE to do a good, no, fabulous job tonight. Kazuma followed him, and went into the hall also.
As soon as Ushio set foot in the band's huge dressing room, Atsuya's voice boomed.
"Where were you two? You are half an hour late. I'm never late. The others are never late too. Don't you know how important it is to be prompt? We don't have much time to do our dress rehearsal, you idiots," yelled the tall, tanned and well-built Atsuya, a childhood friend of Ushio, guitarist and ex-vocal of the band. Ushio had known him for as long as the both of them could remember.
"Who's in charge here? Me, or you?" Immediately Ushio's temper flared up. Why did Atsuya had to be so loud all the time anyway?
"Whoa, what's with you?" The short-haired 27-year-old said, taking a step to his friend.
"....nothing."
"I've known you for practically forever, bro. There's no escaping me. Money? Chicks? You know, as "rockers-on-rising", it won't be too long when chicks and cash scream our names," with that, Atsuya howled in laughter, and was joined in by the soft chuckling from Joker and Kazuma, who looked really comfortable crashing in the lush sofa on the othe side of the room. Martin was no where to be found.
Ushio sighed. Atsuya was so....thick sometimes. Not that he's stupid, but he's of such a happy-go-lucky nature that these things just don't reach to him. Compared to Atsuya, Ushio's own cool and collected self seemed almost over-sensitive. He decided to change the subject. "So, where's Martin?"
"The idiot ate too much yesterday night. He's not exactly in his prime, but he's still fixing his hair in the washroom," Joker replied. Ushio nodded, and was about to say something in return, when Yoshiro, YinYang's latest manager, bursts into the room.
"Brace yourselves, guys. I know you should be practicing now, but there's quite a few local reporters who wanted to meet you all. I can't fend them off much longer - can you all just go out there and answer a few questions? It would only be a short while, I promise," The short and spiky-haired manager chimed breathlessly, with a pleading look on his face.
Ushio furrowed his brows. Martin was not feeling well, Kazuma looked beat, and himself was not in the best of mood to socialize. As soon as he opened his mouth, attempting to protest, Atsuya loudly said "yes", picked himself up and was immediately in his private changing room. There was no escaping it now. Joker shrugged, hauled himself up from the sofa and walked off.
"Great!" Yoshiro exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "Straighten yourselves up, would you? They probably want some pictures. But don't overdo it. Rockers are expected to slack off," he added.
Ushio widened his eyes at this comment. Unbelievable, he thought. So anyone in a band is supposed to look like a slob? Where did that one came from? For god's sake, he's the manager too. Yoshiro should know better.
But apparently his solemn expression was unnoticed. Everyone started to fuss around here and there. Kazuma politely nod to Yoshiro's endless chatter, while going over to the drawer for a new shirt. He had no choice but to get up. 15 minutes later, the band walked out to the brightly-lit forum. The concert is less than 5 hours away, and so the forum is already fully in its glory. Posters of YinYang were plastered all over the whitewashed walls; platinum stainless steel tables were all covered with pitch-black cloths and lava lamps- an idea from Yoshiro, but it did look quite cool and suited their style. The souvenir shops had not opened yet, but Ushio could already seen T-shirts with their logo, hanging up in the display cases. There was a huge black and white YinYang symbol painted on the ground in the center of the forum; on it stood the anxious reporters. When they saw the band, camera lights started to flicker; immediately a crowd was drew around them.
"It's more than a few local reporters, Yosh!" Atsuya exclaimed. Nevertheless, he was the first to shake hands, posed for the cameras and what not. By the look on their faces, the others all started to warm up.
"I sure hope this will end soon," groaned a disoriented Martin - who's still winning over most of the female reporters' attention with his smart looks. He sure didn't look sick, Ushio thought. He flashed the ex-visual rocker a knowing smile.
I hope so too, he thought. He needed to make a phone call. As soon as this is over.
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Note: Here you go, the second chapter. Not much suspense or drama or plot revealed in these two chapters. These two are more like the prologues! Now you know that it would be centered around Aya and Ushio (the long-haired captain of YinYang; referred to your manga for information on him). This fic is pretty much AU and OOC; but since nothing much had been said about Aya - YET- so who knows, this might actually be a prediction to the upcoming LaLa issues?!!! Keep your eyes open - and you are welcome to send me any of your suggestions or criticism! Please review =)
Hope you all liked it. I welcome all commets! Review and make Cha-chan happy! Reach me at:
panpan2spcs@yahoo.com
http://melancholy.dot.nu
Disclaimer: Karekano belongs to Hakusensha, Masami Tsuda, Gainax and etc. Not mine.
This is my second original fiction (with copyright characters) and it's not imitated, duplicated or copied from any other sources. This is my very own composition and writing; so please for the love of God, don't copy something so trivial as my stuff. Enjoy.
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Equilibrium
Chapter 2: Rhythm
By Cha-chan
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"Baka."
The pop can under his one foot cringed and gave a whimper, before it disappeared from the face of the pavement. The man fumbled into his shirt pocket, trying to fish out a seven star. No such luck.
He cursed - something which he rarely does. He took out the remaining junk in his pocket, stood still in the middle of the road, and examined them. A swiss utility army knife. A few bank account receipts - on which the painful numbers are listed - and some loose change. That seemed to be it. Not even enough for him to buy another package of cigarette. Damn.
He stared mindlessly at the passerbys. What's with me today, he thought. He's the leader of his "pack", as some of his friends like to say it, but lately he felt like he's slipping away - not that anything in particular troubled him. Simple, trivial mishaps got on his nerves. Just this morning, he had almost had a fit over a kid in the corner store - he asked for his purchase's receipt a few times, and the kid was so lazy he didn't respond. That was when he lost his temper; he started to snap at the kid so cruelly everyone else stared. He was in such an agitated and angry state that he was late for his doctor's appointment. But that's okay; the doctor didn't help him much with the nasty flu he came down with anyway. Good thing he didn't have to sing the back-up vocals tonight in the concert. Kazuma can handle all that.
As the man drifted into a world of daydreams, someone bumped into him. He looked up immediately and was about to apologize, when he saw the person was none other than Kazuma Ikeda, no, Kazuma Shibahime. When the latter saw him, his face broke into a radiant smile.
"Good morning, Ushio-san," he said and beamed. Ushio smiled in return. It was impossible not to; Kazuma was like his own baby brother, and the way he smiled was like the sunshine after the rain. He has a way of influencing people which was unbeknownst to himself.
"You're late too, I presume?" Ushio inclined. The younger boy nodded, slightly embarassed. "I slept in. Me and Tsubasa-chan stayed up really late yesterday night, playing video games and talking. If it wasn't for me, she would've been late for school too." At the mention of the little Miss Shibahime - otherwise referred to as "princess" by all of the YinYang members, Kazuya's face was a crimson red, but nevertheless, he glowed with pride. The two teenage sweethearts were engaged (which surprised YinYang and the two's friends), and the girl was so attached to Kazuma, it felt like they were already a married couple.
"Well, if we don't go in now, we'll get flamed," Ushio commented. He looked at the time - it's already 9:15 a.m.! Ushio would get mad and started to babble incoherently again. He really is not in the mood for that. He picked up his pace and hurried into the big hall in front of him. The YinYang are hosting the first concert of the tour here in Prefecture, their hometown. This is a do-or-die concert; their fame had elevated at a shocking rate in the past few months, but it is still necessary to secure their home base before moving into the big music industrial scene. They HAVE to do a good, no, fabulous job tonight. Kazuma followed him, and went into the hall also.
As soon as Ushio set foot in the band's huge dressing room, Atsuya's voice boomed.
"Where were you two? You are half an hour late. I'm never late. The others are never late too. Don't you know how important it is to be prompt? We don't have much time to do our dress rehearsal, you idiots," yelled the tall, tanned and well-built Atsuya, a childhood friend of Ushio, guitarist and ex-vocal of the band. Ushio had known him for as long as the both of them could remember.
"Who's in charge here? Me, or you?" Immediately Ushio's temper flared up. Why did Atsuya had to be so loud all the time anyway?
"Whoa, what's with you?" The short-haired 27-year-old said, taking a step to his friend.
"....nothing."
"I've known you for practically forever, bro. There's no escaping me. Money? Chicks? You know, as "rockers-on-rising", it won't be too long when chicks and cash scream our names," with that, Atsuya howled in laughter, and was joined in by the soft chuckling from Joker and Kazuma, who looked really comfortable crashing in the lush sofa on the othe side of the room. Martin was no where to be found.
Ushio sighed. Atsuya was so....thick sometimes. Not that he's stupid, but he's of such a happy-go-lucky nature that these things just don't reach to him. Compared to Atsuya, Ushio's own cool and collected self seemed almost over-sensitive. He decided to change the subject. "So, where's Martin?"
"The idiot ate too much yesterday night. He's not exactly in his prime, but he's still fixing his hair in the washroom," Joker replied. Ushio nodded, and was about to say something in return, when Yoshiro, YinYang's latest manager, bursts into the room.
"Brace yourselves, guys. I know you should be practicing now, but there's quite a few local reporters who wanted to meet you all. I can't fend them off much longer - can you all just go out there and answer a few questions? It would only be a short while, I promise," The short and spiky-haired manager chimed breathlessly, with a pleading look on his face.
Ushio furrowed his brows. Martin was not feeling well, Kazuma looked beat, and himself was not in the best of mood to socialize. As soon as he opened his mouth, attempting to protest, Atsuya loudly said "yes", picked himself up and was immediately in his private changing room. There was no escaping it now. Joker shrugged, hauled himself up from the sofa and walked off.
"Great!" Yoshiro exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "Straighten yourselves up, would you? They probably want some pictures. But don't overdo it. Rockers are expected to slack off," he added.
Ushio widened his eyes at this comment. Unbelievable, he thought. So anyone in a band is supposed to look like a slob? Where did that one came from? For god's sake, he's the manager too. Yoshiro should know better.
But apparently his solemn expression was unnoticed. Everyone started to fuss around here and there. Kazuma politely nod to Yoshiro's endless chatter, while going over to the drawer for a new shirt. He had no choice but to get up. 15 minutes later, the band walked out to the brightly-lit forum. The concert is less than 5 hours away, and so the forum is already fully in its glory. Posters of YinYang were plastered all over the whitewashed walls; platinum stainless steel tables were all covered with pitch-black cloths and lava lamps- an idea from Yoshiro, but it did look quite cool and suited their style. The souvenir shops had not opened yet, but Ushio could already seen T-shirts with their logo, hanging up in the display cases. There was a huge black and white YinYang symbol painted on the ground in the center of the forum; on it stood the anxious reporters. When they saw the band, camera lights started to flicker; immediately a crowd was drew around them.
"It's more than a few local reporters, Yosh!" Atsuya exclaimed. Nevertheless, he was the first to shake hands, posed for the cameras and what not. By the look on their faces, the others all started to warm up.
"I sure hope this will end soon," groaned a disoriented Martin - who's still winning over most of the female reporters' attention with his smart looks. He sure didn't look sick, Ushio thought. He flashed the ex-visual rocker a knowing smile.
I hope so too, he thought. He needed to make a phone call. As soon as this is over.
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Note: Here you go, the second chapter. Not much suspense or drama or plot revealed in these two chapters. These two are more like the prologues! Now you know that it would be centered around Aya and Ushio (the long-haired captain of YinYang; referred to your manga for information on him). This fic is pretty much AU and OOC; but since nothing much had been said about Aya - YET- so who knows, this might actually be a prediction to the upcoming LaLa issues?!!! Keep your eyes open - and you are welcome to send me any of your suggestions or criticism! Please review =)
Hope you all liked it. I welcome all commets! Review and make Cha-chan happy! Reach me at:
panpan2spcs@yahoo.com
http://melancholy.dot.nu