A/N So sorry for the delay! Had to make an appropriate ending to lead into
the second story in this trilogy..*drumroll* Mind Control! That one will be
as dark as this was light hearted, but will be very long and definitely
have elements of humor and shounen-ai! 2x1 forever!
Click the little review button after you read...or else I might be mean and make you wait a really long time before posting the second story..
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Ok, I'll shut up and give you the awaited...
Chapter 7: The Power of Karaoke
The die arced through the air, thrown into a spin by Duo's hand. The white cube clattered on the table as the four other pilots watched apprehensively, wishing to be anywhere but in that place of doom. The die spun on its peak and the boys stopped breathing as it began to slow and clattered to the tabletop. Five. WuFei had to sing.
Three collective sighs.
"No!" WuFei cried, "It is dishonorable that I sing! I have displeased Meiran that she punishes me so!"
"Its okay WuFei." Duo said sagely, patting the Chinese boy's arm, "All you have to sing is.." He waited for dramatic appeal before reaching into the bag marked 'WuFei' and pulling out an innocent sheet of paper. Unfolding it, the grin in his face became wicked as he stated: "The ABC's."
Stunned silence.
"WHAT!?" WuFei bellowed, face coloring red in rage, "That is a child's song!"
"Too bad Wuffie!"
"What did you call me Maxwell!?"
"Wuffie. And besides, that ones in all of them! I taught it to you guys when we taught Heero!"
The silence reined as the silence of incredulity dragged on after that statement. Even WuFei was too shocked to speak.
"Come on, Wu!" Duo tantalized, holding out Heero's grudgingly sacrificed electric guitar, "It's a short song.."
WuFei glared at him in utter loathing. "Fine!"
Duo grinned self-satisfactorily as the guitar was torn from his grip and WuFei took the stage at the front of the couch.
Clearing his throat rather uncomfortably, see looked once more for any hope of salvation. There was none. Swallowing, WuFei opened his mouth and began to sing or shall we say, butcher, the nursery melody. Guitar held in loose fingers due to no knowledge of how to play it, WuFei stared stubbornly at the wall as he droned on in his utterly tone deaf voice.
It was truly awful. The other boys couldn't help but cringe at the 'cat dying-esque' sound issuing from Wufei's mouth. They all were visibly relieved when he was finished.
"That was...not bad Wu-man!"
"It was terrible." Heero put in bluntly.
"Heero!" Quatre exclaimed, aghast at the blunt statement.
Trowa hid a smile.
WuFei merely glared at Duo, knowing to himself and despite his pride, that he sang horribly.
"Ok!" Duo exclaimed, after sticking fingers in his ears to rid himself of the horrid sound, "Next Victim!"
WuFei picked up the die, still slightly red from his performance and with a flick of his tan wrist, sent the white cube spinning toward the tabletop.
'Please don't let it be me!' was the general sentiment of the boys in the room.
The die of their doom clattered once more to a halt on the coffee table. One. It was Heero's turn.
"Heeeeerrooooo." Duo said singsongingly, wrapping an arm around Heero's shoulders as the other hand reached for the plastic bag holding Heero's songs. Holding the bag out enticingly, Duo motioned for Heero to pull a slip of the white paper. Reaching in as the others looked on, Heero ruffled through the slips. 'Please don't be a Grasper song, please don't let it be a Grasper song.' was the silent mantra that ran through Heero's head as he pulled a folded slip out of the bag and handed it to Duo to read. Pulling his arm off Heero's shoulder reluctantly, Duo opened the slip. And Duo stared at the slip, a look of utter puzzlement forming on his face.
"What?" Heero asked, moderately annoyed.
"Uh, Heero?" Duo asked meekly, holding out the slip, "What does it say?"
Heero blinked and stared at the paper. Sure enough, there was his neatly written kanji, of course Duo couldn't read it. Heero blushed, but said clearly, "It say 'True Light' by Miyamoto Shinichi."
"OOOOOO." Duo exclaimed..."That language is very complex."
"Aa. It is." Heero said matter of factly.
The other pilots watched this with mild amusement. Correction, Quatre opening laughed, WuFei half smirked half glared and Trowa, was Trowa and just looked on with the slightest hint of amusement in the green orbs of his eyes.
"Duo. Heero has to sing now." WuFei said, moderately maliciously.
'Hah! Now he will have justice served for insulting me!'
Heero gracefully stood up from the couch and walked over to the guitar sitting serenely in the front of the room, innocent as to its involvement in the game. The light shone off its electric blue face and glittered off the sticker stating 'Wing' that had been placed on the top bottom corner to make sure that all who saw the blue music-god knew just whose blue music- god they were dealing with.
With all eyes glued to Heero, apprehension on some faces, namely Duo and Quatre's, hoping that they would not kill their hearing this time, and on WuFei's, a kind of glowering expression, hoping that Heero sang just as badly as he did.
Heero placed the guitar strap over his shoulders and the blue body came to rest on the lower part of his abdomen. Closing his eyes, he centered his thoughts on the notes of the melody and the chords for the guitar.
'It's been so long, yet not really, since I've sung for people. This song, it has power and if I can convey its power despite the language barrier, I can call myself a singer.' Heero thought resolutely, as he raised his hand to strike out the first chord.
Eerie, church like music filled the air and the beat of the music soon flowed out of the guitars amplifier. The music reached a fevered beat and pitch and the Gundam pilots inadvertently leaned forward as the intro came to its climax. The music slowed as the guitar faded slightly and Heero raised his face to them and opened his mouth, releasing the long loved words of Miyamoto Shinichi.
~kanashii hodo hikari dashita shiroi yami kirisaku tsubasa ni nare~
Heero's voice was like honey, smooth and sweet, the boys were floored by the beauty of the Japanese boys tenor as he leaned once more into a guitar solo, hair blowing into his eyes as his body swayed to the music.
~~tsumetai taiyou ni terasare teta kainara sareta jiyuu ga atta kagami ni utsutta kiseki no yoru MASUKU o hazushi hajime ta My Soul~~
As Heero sung those last lines, he looked straight into Duo's eyes. Despite not knowing the language, the words flowed into his mind, words of sorrow, words of hope, words of new freedom. The guitar's beat flowed through the house as the music pitched again to enter the third verse.
~~kuzure te yuku abe no mukou wa zetsubou mo kibou mo onaji kao suru mita sare nai kokoro aru nara tobi tateru shuumatsu no PUROROOGU e~~
The boys were struck by the sheer power of the music, the words that seemed to echo in their souls, the movements of Heero as his lithe body moved as one with guitar and song to create an otherworldly sensation as the song arose to sing hope despite despair.
~~yaiba no you na kaze fuku sekai mamoru beki mono wa nan nano ka? hitotsu hitotsu itami o shiru tabi hontou no jibun e to chikazuku~~
The pain in Heero's soul flowed through the perfectly toned words, throwing the hearts of the boys into the past, into the uncertainty of whom they should be protecting. The music's ethereal beat flowed through the room, guiding them into Heero's soul as the boys forgot all but the beat and sounds of time.
~~kie yuku Fake Light umare yuku True Light kono te ni...~~
Truer words never spoken by any of them. The true light began to shine through the fakeness of the past. In their hands the future had been wrought. It seemed as though the strings played under Heero's fingers, coupled with his rich and beautiful voice were trying to show them the new world that they had helped create was one were former assassins and murderers, could bring hope to the world through song.
~~shiroku somaru yami tsuki nukete atarashii jidai o kizami tsuzukero toki wa nashita kokoro no mama ni hateshi naku tsuzui teku byaku ya o tobe~~
Heero's voice faded out the music took over again, spiraling to the Heavens. Thoughts of sorrow and pain, revenge and anger, were forgotten as the song faded into the winds of time and Heero's hands stilled on the strings.
The past four minutes had seemed to last an eternity. An eternity in which their lives had been given a new purpose and meaning.
"Wow." Duo's awestruck voice broke the silence.
"Yea." Trowa murmured in assent.
"It was the most incredibly singing I've ever heard." WuFei grudgingly admitted. "It had power behind it, honor and might."
Heero smiled at him, his whole face lighting up. Paired with the aftereffects of performing such a powerful song, Heero seemed absolutely to be an otherworldly beauty, at least in Duo's opinion.
"That..touched my heart, it was as if I knew exactly what he was saying, even though I didn't." Quatre said solemnly.
"Q, that makes no sense but I feel the same way." Duo agreed. Then, his face became suddenly shrewd, "And that remedied my mind of WuFei-singing."
"Max-well!!" WuFei said angrily, "It wasn't that bad!"
"Compared to Heero's it was!"
"Injustice! Comparing me to that!"
And on they went into a typical Duo vs. WuFei argument. Quatre and Trowa looked on, shaking their heads.
Heero smiled at them, having accomplished his goal. They had seen past the language barrier and into the depth of the song.
'Mission accomplished.'
THE END..Or, the beginning?
A/N Whew! That took awhile! Welpers, the next story should be coming out soon! I hope to see y'all there! Great thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are my life!
Translation of the song Heero sings is listed below! Hope you like!
"True Light
a sad light shone turning into wings that cuts the white darkness
shone upon by the cold sun I had some limited freedom the miraculous night cast by the mirror started to remove my mask, my soul
on the other side of the collapsing wall despair and hope looks the same if there's a heart that's yet to be seen lets head to the end of the prologue
in the world where the wind blows like a blade what is it I should protect? in a journey where I know one painful thing after another I get closer to the true me
the fake light is disappearing the true light is born in these hands...
pierce through the night dyed in white keep on creating a new era create time with your heart fly through the eternal white night"
Click the little review button after you read...or else I might be mean and make you wait a really long time before posting the second story..
Shameless plug: Inuyasha fans! Check out Purity, the sequel to Broken Heart, Broken Mind, delivered straight to your computers today! (Blazes, I sound like an ad...)
Ok, I'll shut up and give you the awaited...
Chapter 7: The Power of Karaoke
The die arced through the air, thrown into a spin by Duo's hand. The white cube clattered on the table as the four other pilots watched apprehensively, wishing to be anywhere but in that place of doom. The die spun on its peak and the boys stopped breathing as it began to slow and clattered to the tabletop. Five. WuFei had to sing.
Three collective sighs.
"No!" WuFei cried, "It is dishonorable that I sing! I have displeased Meiran that she punishes me so!"
"Its okay WuFei." Duo said sagely, patting the Chinese boy's arm, "All you have to sing is.." He waited for dramatic appeal before reaching into the bag marked 'WuFei' and pulling out an innocent sheet of paper. Unfolding it, the grin in his face became wicked as he stated: "The ABC's."
Stunned silence.
"WHAT!?" WuFei bellowed, face coloring red in rage, "That is a child's song!"
"Too bad Wuffie!"
"What did you call me Maxwell!?"
"Wuffie. And besides, that ones in all of them! I taught it to you guys when we taught Heero!"
The silence reined as the silence of incredulity dragged on after that statement. Even WuFei was too shocked to speak.
"Come on, Wu!" Duo tantalized, holding out Heero's grudgingly sacrificed electric guitar, "It's a short song.."
WuFei glared at him in utter loathing. "Fine!"
Duo grinned self-satisfactorily as the guitar was torn from his grip and WuFei took the stage at the front of the couch.
Clearing his throat rather uncomfortably, see looked once more for any hope of salvation. There was none. Swallowing, WuFei opened his mouth and began to sing or shall we say, butcher, the nursery melody. Guitar held in loose fingers due to no knowledge of how to play it, WuFei stared stubbornly at the wall as he droned on in his utterly tone deaf voice.
It was truly awful. The other boys couldn't help but cringe at the 'cat dying-esque' sound issuing from Wufei's mouth. They all were visibly relieved when he was finished.
"That was...not bad Wu-man!"
"It was terrible." Heero put in bluntly.
"Heero!" Quatre exclaimed, aghast at the blunt statement.
Trowa hid a smile.
WuFei merely glared at Duo, knowing to himself and despite his pride, that he sang horribly.
"Ok!" Duo exclaimed, after sticking fingers in his ears to rid himself of the horrid sound, "Next Victim!"
WuFei picked up the die, still slightly red from his performance and with a flick of his tan wrist, sent the white cube spinning toward the tabletop.
'Please don't let it be me!' was the general sentiment of the boys in the room.
The die of their doom clattered once more to a halt on the coffee table. One. It was Heero's turn.
"Heeeeerrooooo." Duo said singsongingly, wrapping an arm around Heero's shoulders as the other hand reached for the plastic bag holding Heero's songs. Holding the bag out enticingly, Duo motioned for Heero to pull a slip of the white paper. Reaching in as the others looked on, Heero ruffled through the slips. 'Please don't be a Grasper song, please don't let it be a Grasper song.' was the silent mantra that ran through Heero's head as he pulled a folded slip out of the bag and handed it to Duo to read. Pulling his arm off Heero's shoulder reluctantly, Duo opened the slip. And Duo stared at the slip, a look of utter puzzlement forming on his face.
"What?" Heero asked, moderately annoyed.
"Uh, Heero?" Duo asked meekly, holding out the slip, "What does it say?"
Heero blinked and stared at the paper. Sure enough, there was his neatly written kanji, of course Duo couldn't read it. Heero blushed, but said clearly, "It say 'True Light' by Miyamoto Shinichi."
"OOOOOO." Duo exclaimed..."That language is very complex."
"Aa. It is." Heero said matter of factly.
The other pilots watched this with mild amusement. Correction, Quatre opening laughed, WuFei half smirked half glared and Trowa, was Trowa and just looked on with the slightest hint of amusement in the green orbs of his eyes.
"Duo. Heero has to sing now." WuFei said, moderately maliciously.
'Hah! Now he will have justice served for insulting me!'
Heero gracefully stood up from the couch and walked over to the guitar sitting serenely in the front of the room, innocent as to its involvement in the game. The light shone off its electric blue face and glittered off the sticker stating 'Wing' that had been placed on the top bottom corner to make sure that all who saw the blue music-god knew just whose blue music- god they were dealing with.
With all eyes glued to Heero, apprehension on some faces, namely Duo and Quatre's, hoping that they would not kill their hearing this time, and on WuFei's, a kind of glowering expression, hoping that Heero sang just as badly as he did.
Heero placed the guitar strap over his shoulders and the blue body came to rest on the lower part of his abdomen. Closing his eyes, he centered his thoughts on the notes of the melody and the chords for the guitar.
'It's been so long, yet not really, since I've sung for people. This song, it has power and if I can convey its power despite the language barrier, I can call myself a singer.' Heero thought resolutely, as he raised his hand to strike out the first chord.
Eerie, church like music filled the air and the beat of the music soon flowed out of the guitars amplifier. The music reached a fevered beat and pitch and the Gundam pilots inadvertently leaned forward as the intro came to its climax. The music slowed as the guitar faded slightly and Heero raised his face to them and opened his mouth, releasing the long loved words of Miyamoto Shinichi.
~kanashii hodo hikari dashita shiroi yami kirisaku tsubasa ni nare~
Heero's voice was like honey, smooth and sweet, the boys were floored by the beauty of the Japanese boys tenor as he leaned once more into a guitar solo, hair blowing into his eyes as his body swayed to the music.
~~tsumetai taiyou ni terasare teta kainara sareta jiyuu ga atta kagami ni utsutta kiseki no yoru MASUKU o hazushi hajime ta My Soul~~
As Heero sung those last lines, he looked straight into Duo's eyes. Despite not knowing the language, the words flowed into his mind, words of sorrow, words of hope, words of new freedom. The guitar's beat flowed through the house as the music pitched again to enter the third verse.
~~kuzure te yuku abe no mukou wa zetsubou mo kibou mo onaji kao suru mita sare nai kokoro aru nara tobi tateru shuumatsu no PUROROOGU e~~
The boys were struck by the sheer power of the music, the words that seemed to echo in their souls, the movements of Heero as his lithe body moved as one with guitar and song to create an otherworldly sensation as the song arose to sing hope despite despair.
~~yaiba no you na kaze fuku sekai mamoru beki mono wa nan nano ka? hitotsu hitotsu itami o shiru tabi hontou no jibun e to chikazuku~~
The pain in Heero's soul flowed through the perfectly toned words, throwing the hearts of the boys into the past, into the uncertainty of whom they should be protecting. The music's ethereal beat flowed through the room, guiding them into Heero's soul as the boys forgot all but the beat and sounds of time.
~~kie yuku Fake Light umare yuku True Light kono te ni...~~
Truer words never spoken by any of them. The true light began to shine through the fakeness of the past. In their hands the future had been wrought. It seemed as though the strings played under Heero's fingers, coupled with his rich and beautiful voice were trying to show them the new world that they had helped create was one were former assassins and murderers, could bring hope to the world through song.
~~shiroku somaru yami tsuki nukete atarashii jidai o kizami tsuzukero toki wa nashita kokoro no mama ni hateshi naku tsuzui teku byaku ya o tobe~~
Heero's voice faded out the music took over again, spiraling to the Heavens. Thoughts of sorrow and pain, revenge and anger, were forgotten as the song faded into the winds of time and Heero's hands stilled on the strings.
The past four minutes had seemed to last an eternity. An eternity in which their lives had been given a new purpose and meaning.
"Wow." Duo's awestruck voice broke the silence.
"Yea." Trowa murmured in assent.
"It was the most incredibly singing I've ever heard." WuFei grudgingly admitted. "It had power behind it, honor and might."
Heero smiled at him, his whole face lighting up. Paired with the aftereffects of performing such a powerful song, Heero seemed absolutely to be an otherworldly beauty, at least in Duo's opinion.
"That..touched my heart, it was as if I knew exactly what he was saying, even though I didn't." Quatre said solemnly.
"Q, that makes no sense but I feel the same way." Duo agreed. Then, his face became suddenly shrewd, "And that remedied my mind of WuFei-singing."
"Max-well!!" WuFei said angrily, "It wasn't that bad!"
"Compared to Heero's it was!"
"Injustice! Comparing me to that!"
And on they went into a typical Duo vs. WuFei argument. Quatre and Trowa looked on, shaking their heads.
Heero smiled at them, having accomplished his goal. They had seen past the language barrier and into the depth of the song.
'Mission accomplished.'
THE END..Or, the beginning?
A/N Whew! That took awhile! Welpers, the next story should be coming out soon! I hope to see y'all there! Great thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are my life!
Translation of the song Heero sings is listed below! Hope you like!
"True Light
a sad light shone turning into wings that cuts the white darkness
shone upon by the cold sun I had some limited freedom the miraculous night cast by the mirror started to remove my mask, my soul
on the other side of the collapsing wall despair and hope looks the same if there's a heart that's yet to be seen lets head to the end of the prologue
in the world where the wind blows like a blade what is it I should protect? in a journey where I know one painful thing after another I get closer to the true me
the fake light is disappearing the true light is born in these hands...
pierce through the night dyed in white keep on creating a new era create time with your heart fly through the eternal white night"