Angel Sleep
Part 06
By Nekozuki
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Nother part ^^ kinda fast too. Only like two days right? (bad memory!) I'm actually quite tired, but I want to write this part because the part after (^^"") is the part I'm looking for. And I can write a lot better when it's a part I've been thinking about for a while!
Anyways, enjoy and review ^^
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Shuichi stared in dazed boredom as the man braced himself, ready to swing at the ball. He could not bring himself to truly care if the batter actually hit the baseball, but considering his options (which were none) he continued to watch.
Sakura flickered into existence, stretching as she appeared in the corner of the room. Blinking, she took in the stoned expression on her charges face as he stared at the three dimensional screen.
"Whatcha watching?" She asked.
Barely able to rouse himself, Shuichi replied; "Baseball." He sat up suddenly and turned to look at her. "I would never had thought Limbo had television!"
Rolling her eyes at him, Sakura laughed, "What else are we going to do during our off time? Play the harp?"
Shuichi blinked slightly, than kind of gnawed on his lip and turned away slightly, deliberately avoiding her eyes. Sakura narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips in exasperation.
"You didn't truly think we played harps did you?"
Hands flew out as Shuichi shrugged, "Why not? They're…like..heavenly instruments…" Shuichi kind of trailed off at the end, aware of how stupid he sounded. "I'm just going to shut up." He murmured.
"Well, maybe you'll feel better if I told you your next assignment has been chosen?" Sakura slyly smiled.
It was like an explosion. Shuichi leapt off the chair and moved towards her quickly enough to sending her stepping back in surprise. Leaning forward until his nose touched hers, he looked pleadingly into her eyes. He only prayed she wasn't joking, for another mission meant another step closer to being with Yuki again.
Recognizing the rare serious light in his eyes, Sakura wasted no time in replying the affirmative. "Yep, a young girl named Kanis Shiori."
"Kanis Shiori?" Shuichi wrinkled his forehead. "That name sounds familiar…"
"It should. She's in your business."
"My business?" Shuichi repeated slowly.
Sakura rolled her eyes, "A singer Baka!"
Comprehension raised Shuichi's eyebrows as the memory slowly seeped in. Kanis Shiori was a rising star just like him, though she was into a different style completely. While he was pursuing J-Pop, Kanis Shiori was becoming popular in ballads, slow pretty songs that she excelled at, being able to use her vocal cords the to full extent. She had become very successful, very quickly, just as Bad Luck had, and seemed to be well on the road to stardom.
"Oh yeah! I remember! She has a really really pretty voice." Shuichi stated simply.
Sighing at his simple ness, Sakura turned and started towards the door. Finding herself not being followed, she turned and looked over her shoulder, raising a delicate eyebrow.
"Well, you coming?"
Shaking his head, Shuichi forced himself out of his daze and sprinted forward, a smile on his face. "Of course!"
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Looking down, Shuichi squinted his eyes, staring at the small, brown haired girl that was standing to the side of the stage, just having exited it. The happy, excited look on her face seemed to die as soon as she was out of the view of her audience and instead, a tired, drawn look took over. There was a darkness in her eyes that Shuichi had seen in a few other people who were in 'the business' as Hiro had taken to calling it.
"She's not happy." He stated.
Sakura looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Yes."
"I wonder what it is?"
"Well, I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?" Sakura smiled encouragingly, before her head jerked up suddenly, her eyes misting as if she was listening to something internal.
"Whoops, I have to go, will you be fine on your own?" She asked.
Shuichi nodded silently, his eyes still trained of the singer who was slowly walking towards her dressing room. A few manager looking people came up and gave her instructions, but they didn't seem to be concerned at all about her gaunt appearance and sad eyes.
Feeling a surge of anger, he glared at them as they walked away. How could they be so uncaring and oblivious!? It was obvious that she needed some help, even if it was just to talk to someone, and yet they all blatantly ignored anything was wrong. They only needed her for her performance abilities and seemed to not care about anything else. Until then, Shuichi hadn't realized how lucky he was to have a manager like K, who was always watching his charges and making sure they were happy and healthy. Everyone else as well, even Suguru, who seemed to usually be disgusted with the way he acted, always made sure the pink haired singer was well. He couldn't imagine being surrounded by people who just didn't give a damn.
Wishing he was physical just for a moment to whap all the people on the head, he settled for a dark glare and blowing a raspberry before floating off indignantly after Kanis.
He found her in her dressing room, hair taken down from the complicated hairdo it had been in and staring contemplatively at the mirror in her room. While it was only a small break that some people did during a concert to give the singer a moment to breath, she didn't seem to care and wasn't taking anytime to get ready for the next round. Instead she just looked tiredly at her own reflection.
"No one cares do they? The fans just want someone to obsess over and the management just want money." She whispered suddenly.
Shuichi jerked, eyes wide. Did she somehow know he was there? Freaking out, he began to float back and forth. Of course, at this time of need, Sakura was nowhere to be found. Rather predictable. ^^""
Giving another deep, heaving sigh, Kanis leaned forward and rested her head on her desk, closing her glassy blank blue eyes.
"Just a quick nap. No one will care until it's time to go back on." And with that, Kanis was dozing quietly.
Blinking, Shuichi realized rather quickly she had no clue he was there, and feeling, even quicker, envy at her ability to fall asleep at the drop of a pin. Shuichi scowled. No fair.
Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Shuichi clenched his fist in determination. It wasn't right that she believed that no one cared. Someone cared! Her fans cared. While fans could be frightening and psychotic (he had personal experience!) They also were some of the most supportive caring people he could think off. With sudden resolution (Hiro would be proud at his willpower!) he stepped forward.
Now, if he remembered correctly, Sakura said that he could communicate to people in their dreams. All he had to do was get into her dreams and tell her how much her fans cared!
Stepping forward, he placed his hand solidly on her head and waited. And waited and waited and waited.
"GAH! What the heck am I suppose to do?" He cried, stomping his foot in frustration. Like always, Sakura hadn't bothered to inform him how to do anything. "Bah, she's flakier than me." Shuichi pouted.
Kanis stirred suddenly, making Shuichi jump. The corner of her lips curved down a bit, making her mouth look like a sad little bud. Feeling a poignant pain shot through his chest, he sighed and closed his eyes, concentrating. If it was the last thing he did (which it might be) he was going to get into her dreams and help!
He put everything he could into this, his fear about never getting home, his misery at not being able to be with Yuki, his love for his family and friends, his joy when getting on stage and having his music affect people. He imagined all those emotions flowed and settled in his hand, creating a concentration of power there. And that hand, which was touching her, than sent the emotions into her. As soon, he felt like he was being pulled, tugged by some invisible force. And as he opened his eyes to see out what it was, he found himself no in Kanis Shiori's dressing room anymore, but instead in a dark little room. There was no floor or ceiling, only two walls and one small patch of light. This light looked like a spot light, concentrated in a circle in the corner of the room. And in that tiny little circle, huddled a small, miserable looking figure.
"Kanis?" Shuichi questioned softly.
The figure didn't respond, only jerking softly at the sound of her name.
"Kanis, what are you doing in that corner? Aren't you cold?" Shuichi asked, moving forward to crouch next the shivering girl.
Slowly, the singer seemed to pay more attention to the other figure in the room, and curious blue eyes appeared from where they were hidden by her arms and stared at him.
"Who are you?" She asked slowly, her voice shuddering.
Shuichi smiled. "Hi, I'm Shuichi! How are you Kanis?"
The brunette gasped, staring at him intently. "How do you know who I am?"
Laughing, the pink haired youth crossed his eyes teasingly at her. "How can I not!? You're Kanis Shiori, the girl with the pretty voice!"
Shuichi was surprised when that comment seemed to dishearten her instead of making her smile, as he had intended it to.
"Yes, the pretty voice." She murmured, a tinge of bitterness ringing at the end. "That's what everyone knows me as. That's all that matters."
"Why do you think that?" Shuichi cocked his head.
"They don't care about me! No one does, I'm just a pretty girl to obsess over. No one knows me!" She yelled, surging forward.
Shuichi stared at her for a long time, before deciding to take a change. "Do you let them?" He asked.
"Huh?" She looked at him with bewilderment.
"Or do you perhaps just immediately assume they will only care about your voice?" Seeing the sudden pensive look on her face, he realized that what he had just said struck a cord in her.
"Sometimes you have to be the one to take the first step. It's hard, but nothing will happen if you don't take that change." Shuichi placed a hand on her shoulder soothingly, rubbing his thumb along the side.
Than he froze, staring down at his hand. This was exactly what Yuki would do whenever the writer allowed Shuichi close enough. The singer doubted his lover was even aware of it sometimes, but he would. His broad hand would rest on Shuichi's smaller shoulder, and soon, as regular as clockwork, that thumb would start rubbing. It was a pleasant consistency that the pink haired youth looked forward to with all of his heart.
"Shuichi?" A voice asked.
Shuichi looked up slowly, still lost in his daze. When he found concerned blue eyes staring at him, he shook his head suddenly, jerking himself back to reality. He could think about Yuki later. If had any choice in this, he would be with his lover again as soon as possible.
"What do you think?" He asked
Kanis paused, looking down. She wanted to do as he said; she craved intimacy with someone! But she was so scared to.
"No one will support me." She whispered slowly.
"Of course!" Shuichi laughed at her surprised expression. "I'll support you, and I believe you have about 3 thousand fans just out in the arena ready to support you."
"The fans?" she repeated, a dazed quality to her voice.
Shuichi looked at her contemplatively. "Listen, when you wake up, go to the side of your stage and look out. Don't actually step out until I give you a signal, and than you'll see. Okay?"
"Okay." She nodded. "But how will I know your signal?" She asked.
Shuichi laughed. "Believe me, you won't miss it!" And with that, he planted a soft his on her forehead and disappeared out of her view.
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Shuichi sat in front of the box, staring intently. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to make himself physical, wasn't sure if it was even possible. But he couldn't not try. Kanis needed this.
"Alright. I can do this." Shuichi prep talked to himself, hands rubbing together. "Yes I can."
Closing his eyes, he did as before, concentrating all emotions into his hand, knowing that's all he needed. Quicker than before, he felt an odd sensation at the tip of his hand, and going on a hunch, he swung it forward recklessly, cracking it into the power box. Now, he advised no one ever to do this on their own, it was indeed a stunt never to by tried otherwise. However, since he was technically not alive, he didn't feel the trepidation he would normally feel at doing something so stupid. Even know he could feel his innards twisted in nervousness. It was like a roller coaster
; you knew nothing would actually happen, but it felt like it was.
CRASH
His hand slammed into the box with a loud noise, and he flinched instinctively. He could feel the charge on his hand, and actually even go through is body, but it more felt like an odd tingle than in anyway painful.
And with that, all light went out. Shuichi opened his eyes and grinned.
"I did it!"
~~~@@@~~~
Kanis stared out at the crowd with trepidation. When she had woken up, she was uncertain if what she had dreamed was real, or just a wishful illusion. However, she was going to take the change anyways. The feeling of regret if something happened would be much more than the feeling of foolishness if nothing did. So wait she did, standing on the end of the stage, just out of view from the bustling crowd. There was a sudden, loud bang, and she jerked, watching in shock as the lights went out.
A few frightened screams could be heard in the crowd, but soon the emergency lights came, giving everyone just enough to be able to vaguely see around them, and not panic. Kanis blinked.
"Right, I guess he was right. I definitely couldn't miss that."
With a deep breath, she did as the small, sweet looking youth from her dreams told her to, and stepped out onto the stage, revealing herself to her fans.
Almost immediately there was a rise in sound as the audience spotted her. People began to scream out her name. But nothing truly happened. This was nothing new from before. It was still just the crowd down their and her up on stage. There was nothing special. Feeling extremely disappointed, she tried to quell the tears in the corner of her eyes and started to walk off stage again.
"Look Kanis, really look" (This should be in italic, if for some reason it's not, imagine)
Jumped, Kanis looked around her, trying to spot where that familiar voice had come from. She could see nothing. But again going on faith, she turned and looked at the audience. Really looked.
And found many people looking right back. She could see their faces, their expressions, their smiles. Unlike normal when she couldn't see anything because of the lights aimed at her, now she could see every ounces, every nick of the crowd. And saw their smiles, and their trust, and how much they wanted to see her.
"I really mean something to them." Kanis whispered, shocked.
Slowly, a smile began to break out on her face, and she waved. There was a response immediately, the fans cheeringly loudly as something so simple lifted their spirits.
"Alright Shuichi." She whispered softly to herself. "I see what you mean. I have more support than I ever imagined."
And with that, she prepared herself for another round of music.
~~~@@@~~~
"Well, looks like she got the message." Sakura smiled at Shuichi, a proud look in her eye.
"Dude, stop, you look like a dotting mother with that expression." Shuichi scowled, but wasn't able to do it all that successfully as a smile fought to break out.
"Oh shush up, you feel just the same as I do." She censured, turning to walk away.
"You know." Shuichi spoke up suddenly, "I've noticed that the two cases so far seemed to be connected to my life. The circumstances seem similar."
"Really." Sakura drawled slowly.
"Yep, and I'm curious whether it's because I'd be able to relate with them better…" Shuichi trailed off to see if he got a response, and when he didn't, continued. "Or if it's somehow for me."
Sakura laughed, placing her hand on the side of her face in a thinking position for a moment. "Really?"
Shuichi narrowed his eyes, "You're not going to tell me are you."
"Hmmm." Sakura muttered noncommittally.
"Bah." Shuichi scowled. 'You're no fun. I don't think it's allowed to make me do all this work and not tell me anything. You all are just us-ACK!"
Shuichi gasped desperately for breath and Sakura suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him towards her.
"Oh god. Hurry!" She whispered
"Huh?" Shuichi looked at her in confusion.
"Your next assignment. It's not. You must go quick!"
"What? Why? What's going on?" Shuichi asked, feeling the frantic energy penetrate him as well.
"You must be physical for this. Oh my, this is against protocol, but we must. Come on." Sakura grabbed him suddenly.
"Physical? What do you mean?" Shuichi asked quickly, trying to find out what was going on before they phased out.
"You're going back into your body!" Sakura stated, looking solemnly into his eyes.
"WHAT!?" Shuichi yelped.
"No time, I'll explain later." Closing her eyes, Shuichi could see the oddball angel concentrate before the disappeared from the room.
Shuichi felt like he was falling for the longest time, his stomach moving uncomfortably into his chest. What in the world was going on? He was going into his own body again?
"Hurry." Sakura's voice was like a whisper in the back of his brain.
And suddenly, he could feel again.
~TBC~
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Hehehe kinda cliffhangery! MUAHAHAHA. Actually, I had like no plans for this chapter, I just started writing and this is what came out. Ｉguess you can kind of tell though, considering where some parts are rushed. Oh well, closer to the end ne?
Part 06
By Nekozuki
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Nother part ^^ kinda fast too. Only like two days right? (bad memory!) I'm actually quite tired, but I want to write this part because the part after (^^"") is the part I'm looking for. And I can write a lot better when it's a part I've been thinking about for a while!
Anyways, enjoy and review ^^
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Shuichi stared in dazed boredom as the man braced himself, ready to swing at the ball. He could not bring himself to truly care if the batter actually hit the baseball, but considering his options (which were none) he continued to watch.
Sakura flickered into existence, stretching as she appeared in the corner of the room. Blinking, she took in the stoned expression on her charges face as he stared at the three dimensional screen.
"Whatcha watching?" She asked.
Barely able to rouse himself, Shuichi replied; "Baseball." He sat up suddenly and turned to look at her. "I would never had thought Limbo had television!"
Rolling her eyes at him, Sakura laughed, "What else are we going to do during our off time? Play the harp?"
Shuichi blinked slightly, than kind of gnawed on his lip and turned away slightly, deliberately avoiding her eyes. Sakura narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips in exasperation.
"You didn't truly think we played harps did you?"
Hands flew out as Shuichi shrugged, "Why not? They're…like..heavenly instruments…" Shuichi kind of trailed off at the end, aware of how stupid he sounded. "I'm just going to shut up." He murmured.
"Well, maybe you'll feel better if I told you your next assignment has been chosen?" Sakura slyly smiled.
It was like an explosion. Shuichi leapt off the chair and moved towards her quickly enough to sending her stepping back in surprise. Leaning forward until his nose touched hers, he looked pleadingly into her eyes. He only prayed she wasn't joking, for another mission meant another step closer to being with Yuki again.
Recognizing the rare serious light in his eyes, Sakura wasted no time in replying the affirmative. "Yep, a young girl named Kanis Shiori."
"Kanis Shiori?" Shuichi wrinkled his forehead. "That name sounds familiar…"
"It should. She's in your business."
"My business?" Shuichi repeated slowly.
Sakura rolled her eyes, "A singer Baka!"
Comprehension raised Shuichi's eyebrows as the memory slowly seeped in. Kanis Shiori was a rising star just like him, though she was into a different style completely. While he was pursuing J-Pop, Kanis Shiori was becoming popular in ballads, slow pretty songs that she excelled at, being able to use her vocal cords the to full extent. She had become very successful, very quickly, just as Bad Luck had, and seemed to be well on the road to stardom.
"Oh yeah! I remember! She has a really really pretty voice." Shuichi stated simply.
Sighing at his simple ness, Sakura turned and started towards the door. Finding herself not being followed, she turned and looked over her shoulder, raising a delicate eyebrow.
"Well, you coming?"
Shaking his head, Shuichi forced himself out of his daze and sprinted forward, a smile on his face. "Of course!"
~~~@@@~~~
Looking down, Shuichi squinted his eyes, staring at the small, brown haired girl that was standing to the side of the stage, just having exited it. The happy, excited look on her face seemed to die as soon as she was out of the view of her audience and instead, a tired, drawn look took over. There was a darkness in her eyes that Shuichi had seen in a few other people who were in 'the business' as Hiro had taken to calling it.
"She's not happy." He stated.
Sakura looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Yes."
"I wonder what it is?"
"Well, I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?" Sakura smiled encouragingly, before her head jerked up suddenly, her eyes misting as if she was listening to something internal.
"Whoops, I have to go, will you be fine on your own?" She asked.
Shuichi nodded silently, his eyes still trained of the singer who was slowly walking towards her dressing room. A few manager looking people came up and gave her instructions, but they didn't seem to be concerned at all about her gaunt appearance and sad eyes.
Feeling a surge of anger, he glared at them as they walked away. How could they be so uncaring and oblivious!? It was obvious that she needed some help, even if it was just to talk to someone, and yet they all blatantly ignored anything was wrong. They only needed her for her performance abilities and seemed to not care about anything else. Until then, Shuichi hadn't realized how lucky he was to have a manager like K, who was always watching his charges and making sure they were happy and healthy. Everyone else as well, even Suguru, who seemed to usually be disgusted with the way he acted, always made sure the pink haired singer was well. He couldn't imagine being surrounded by people who just didn't give a damn.
Wishing he was physical just for a moment to whap all the people on the head, he settled for a dark glare and blowing a raspberry before floating off indignantly after Kanis.
He found her in her dressing room, hair taken down from the complicated hairdo it had been in and staring contemplatively at the mirror in her room. While it was only a small break that some people did during a concert to give the singer a moment to breath, she didn't seem to care and wasn't taking anytime to get ready for the next round. Instead she just looked tiredly at her own reflection.
"No one cares do they? The fans just want someone to obsess over and the management just want money." She whispered suddenly.
Shuichi jerked, eyes wide. Did she somehow know he was there? Freaking out, he began to float back and forth. Of course, at this time of need, Sakura was nowhere to be found. Rather predictable. ^^""
Giving another deep, heaving sigh, Kanis leaned forward and rested her head on her desk, closing her glassy blank blue eyes.
"Just a quick nap. No one will care until it's time to go back on." And with that, Kanis was dozing quietly.
Blinking, Shuichi realized rather quickly she had no clue he was there, and feeling, even quicker, envy at her ability to fall asleep at the drop of a pin. Shuichi scowled. No fair.
Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Shuichi clenched his fist in determination. It wasn't right that she believed that no one cared. Someone cared! Her fans cared. While fans could be frightening and psychotic (he had personal experience!) They also were some of the most supportive caring people he could think off. With sudden resolution (Hiro would be proud at his willpower!) he stepped forward.
Now, if he remembered correctly, Sakura said that he could communicate to people in their dreams. All he had to do was get into her dreams and tell her how much her fans cared!
Stepping forward, he placed his hand solidly on her head and waited. And waited and waited and waited.
"GAH! What the heck am I suppose to do?" He cried, stomping his foot in frustration. Like always, Sakura hadn't bothered to inform him how to do anything. "Bah, she's flakier than me." Shuichi pouted.
Kanis stirred suddenly, making Shuichi jump. The corner of her lips curved down a bit, making her mouth look like a sad little bud. Feeling a poignant pain shot through his chest, he sighed and closed his eyes, concentrating. If it was the last thing he did (which it might be) he was going to get into her dreams and help!
He put everything he could into this, his fear about never getting home, his misery at not being able to be with Yuki, his love for his family and friends, his joy when getting on stage and having his music affect people. He imagined all those emotions flowed and settled in his hand, creating a concentration of power there. And that hand, which was touching her, than sent the emotions into her. As soon, he felt like he was being pulled, tugged by some invisible force. And as he opened his eyes to see out what it was, he found himself no in Kanis Shiori's dressing room anymore, but instead in a dark little room. There was no floor or ceiling, only two walls and one small patch of light. This light looked like a spot light, concentrated in a circle in the corner of the room. And in that tiny little circle, huddled a small, miserable looking figure.
"Kanis?" Shuichi questioned softly.
The figure didn't respond, only jerking softly at the sound of her name.
"Kanis, what are you doing in that corner? Aren't you cold?" Shuichi asked, moving forward to crouch next the shivering girl.
Slowly, the singer seemed to pay more attention to the other figure in the room, and curious blue eyes appeared from where they were hidden by her arms and stared at him.
"Who are you?" She asked slowly, her voice shuddering.
Shuichi smiled. "Hi, I'm Shuichi! How are you Kanis?"
The brunette gasped, staring at him intently. "How do you know who I am?"
Laughing, the pink haired youth crossed his eyes teasingly at her. "How can I not!? You're Kanis Shiori, the girl with the pretty voice!"
Shuichi was surprised when that comment seemed to dishearten her instead of making her smile, as he had intended it to.
"Yes, the pretty voice." She murmured, a tinge of bitterness ringing at the end. "That's what everyone knows me as. That's all that matters."
"Why do you think that?" Shuichi cocked his head.
"They don't care about me! No one does, I'm just a pretty girl to obsess over. No one knows me!" She yelled, surging forward.
Shuichi stared at her for a long time, before deciding to take a change. "Do you let them?" He asked.
"Huh?" She looked at him with bewilderment.
"Or do you perhaps just immediately assume they will only care about your voice?" Seeing the sudden pensive look on her face, he realized that what he had just said struck a cord in her.
"Sometimes you have to be the one to take the first step. It's hard, but nothing will happen if you don't take that change." Shuichi placed a hand on her shoulder soothingly, rubbing his thumb along the side.
Than he froze, staring down at his hand. This was exactly what Yuki would do whenever the writer allowed Shuichi close enough. The singer doubted his lover was even aware of it sometimes, but he would. His broad hand would rest on Shuichi's smaller shoulder, and soon, as regular as clockwork, that thumb would start rubbing. It was a pleasant consistency that the pink haired youth looked forward to with all of his heart.
"Shuichi?" A voice asked.
Shuichi looked up slowly, still lost in his daze. When he found concerned blue eyes staring at him, he shook his head suddenly, jerking himself back to reality. He could think about Yuki later. If had any choice in this, he would be with his lover again as soon as possible.
"What do you think?" He asked
Kanis paused, looking down. She wanted to do as he said; she craved intimacy with someone! But she was so scared to.
"No one will support me." She whispered slowly.
"Of course!" Shuichi laughed at her surprised expression. "I'll support you, and I believe you have about 3 thousand fans just out in the arena ready to support you."
"The fans?" she repeated, a dazed quality to her voice.
Shuichi looked at her contemplatively. "Listen, when you wake up, go to the side of your stage and look out. Don't actually step out until I give you a signal, and than you'll see. Okay?"
"Okay." She nodded. "But how will I know your signal?" She asked.
Shuichi laughed. "Believe me, you won't miss it!" And with that, he planted a soft his on her forehead and disappeared out of her view.
~~~@@@~~~
Shuichi sat in front of the box, staring intently. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to make himself physical, wasn't sure if it was even possible. But he couldn't not try. Kanis needed this.
"Alright. I can do this." Shuichi prep talked to himself, hands rubbing together. "Yes I can."
Closing his eyes, he did as before, concentrating all emotions into his hand, knowing that's all he needed. Quicker than before, he felt an odd sensation at the tip of his hand, and going on a hunch, he swung it forward recklessly, cracking it into the power box. Now, he advised no one ever to do this on their own, it was indeed a stunt never to by tried otherwise. However, since he was technically not alive, he didn't feel the trepidation he would normally feel at doing something so stupid. Even know he could feel his innards twisted in nervousness. It was like a roller coaster
; you knew nothing would actually happen, but it felt like it was.
CRASH
His hand slammed into the box with a loud noise, and he flinched instinctively. He could feel the charge on his hand, and actually even go through is body, but it more felt like an odd tingle than in anyway painful.
And with that, all light went out. Shuichi opened his eyes and grinned.
"I did it!"
~~~@@@~~~
Kanis stared out at the crowd with trepidation. When she had woken up, she was uncertain if what she had dreamed was real, or just a wishful illusion. However, she was going to take the change anyways. The feeling of regret if something happened would be much more than the feeling of foolishness if nothing did. So wait she did, standing on the end of the stage, just out of view from the bustling crowd. There was a sudden, loud bang, and she jerked, watching in shock as the lights went out.
A few frightened screams could be heard in the crowd, but soon the emergency lights came, giving everyone just enough to be able to vaguely see around them, and not panic. Kanis blinked.
"Right, I guess he was right. I definitely couldn't miss that."
With a deep breath, she did as the small, sweet looking youth from her dreams told her to, and stepped out onto the stage, revealing herself to her fans.
Almost immediately there was a rise in sound as the audience spotted her. People began to scream out her name. But nothing truly happened. This was nothing new from before. It was still just the crowd down their and her up on stage. There was nothing special. Feeling extremely disappointed, she tried to quell the tears in the corner of her eyes and started to walk off stage again.
"Look Kanis, really look" (This should be in italic, if for some reason it's not, imagine)
Jumped, Kanis looked around her, trying to spot where that familiar voice had come from. She could see nothing. But again going on faith, she turned and looked at the audience. Really looked.
And found many people looking right back. She could see their faces, their expressions, their smiles. Unlike normal when she couldn't see anything because of the lights aimed at her, now she could see every ounces, every nick of the crowd. And saw their smiles, and their trust, and how much they wanted to see her.
"I really mean something to them." Kanis whispered, shocked.
Slowly, a smile began to break out on her face, and she waved. There was a response immediately, the fans cheeringly loudly as something so simple lifted their spirits.
"Alright Shuichi." She whispered softly to herself. "I see what you mean. I have more support than I ever imagined."
And with that, she prepared herself for another round of music.
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"Well, looks like she got the message." Sakura smiled at Shuichi, a proud look in her eye.
"Dude, stop, you look like a dotting mother with that expression." Shuichi scowled, but wasn't able to do it all that successfully as a smile fought to break out.
"Oh shush up, you feel just the same as I do." She censured, turning to walk away.
"You know." Shuichi spoke up suddenly, "I've noticed that the two cases so far seemed to be connected to my life. The circumstances seem similar."
"Really." Sakura drawled slowly.
"Yep, and I'm curious whether it's because I'd be able to relate with them better…" Shuichi trailed off to see if he got a response, and when he didn't, continued. "Or if it's somehow for me."
Sakura laughed, placing her hand on the side of her face in a thinking position for a moment. "Really?"
Shuichi narrowed his eyes, "You're not going to tell me are you."
"Hmmm." Sakura muttered noncommittally.
"Bah." Shuichi scowled. 'You're no fun. I don't think it's allowed to make me do all this work and not tell me anything. You all are just us-ACK!"
Shuichi gasped desperately for breath and Sakura suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him towards her.
"Oh god. Hurry!" She whispered
"Huh?" Shuichi looked at her in confusion.
"Your next assignment. It's not. You must go quick!"
"What? Why? What's going on?" Shuichi asked, feeling the frantic energy penetrate him as well.
"You must be physical for this. Oh my, this is against protocol, but we must. Come on." Sakura grabbed him suddenly.
"Physical? What do you mean?" Shuichi asked quickly, trying to find out what was going on before they phased out.
"You're going back into your body!" Sakura stated, looking solemnly into his eyes.
"WHAT!?" Shuichi yelped.
"No time, I'll explain later." Closing her eyes, Shuichi could see the oddball angel concentrate before the disappeared from the room.
Shuichi felt like he was falling for the longest time, his stomach moving uncomfortably into his chest. What in the world was going on? He was going into his own body again?
"Hurry." Sakura's voice was like a whisper in the back of his brain.
And suddenly, he could feel again.
~TBC~
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Hehehe kinda cliffhangery! MUAHAHAHA. Actually, I had like no plans for this chapter, I just started writing and this is what came out. Ｉguess you can kind of tell though, considering where some parts are rushed. Oh well, closer to the end ne?