Rhythm_
By Ryuuen
Warnings: Oh, just the usual... shounen-ai, dark themes, A/U, and a little strangeness and gender-switching...
A/N: This fic was inspired entirely by the song "Real Emotion" from FFX-2. And thus, it is set to it. Have fun with this one. ^_^
Rhythm_
Prologue: .Infection. ********
~What can I do for you?
Through the smoke, shimmering lights are seen, music throbbing, a beat like a pulse until the vocals pick up, and it was music that drove out any other sound, and even if you screamed no one could hear you. This was very good for the girl who stood near the wall, letting the music drown out every thought, every emotion, until she was just existing, feeling only the rampant beat and the wall behind her. She was barely aware of standing on her own feet, and paid no mind to anyone around her, and damned if she would move for another hour at least.
~What can I do for you?
He entered through the back door, the pulsing rhythm and beat of the music giving him the beginning of a headache. He looked a little out of place in the strange scene, the businessman in the club, but he ignored the patron's strange looks, his eyes focusing on finding just one person. Just the person he had come to find. He had known she would be here; of course she would be. Anything to drown out the thoughts that plagued her, her own ruined mind.
~What can I do for you?
She didn't look up as he drew near, though surely she knew he was there. She had always had a sixth sense about that sort of thing. He reached out to touch her shoulder and she flinched back, jade eyes opening, glaring, daring him to try to touch her again. She looked so dangerous, like a caged tiger, wild orange hair and livid green eyes, indignance and fury radiating from every bit of her expression. He raised an eyebrow speculatively, his arm returning to his side. At least he knew it was really her.
~I can't hear you!
He nodded slightly to her, not making another effort to touch her. Even if he could beat her in a fight, he had no desire to do so. But he acknowledged her, thereby forcing her to do the same for him. She watched him with level eyes, the anger still burning in them, though now faded a bit, more speculative than pissed off. She looked at him as if to say, What the hell are you doing here? but he couldn't respond. Instead he motioned for her to follow him and walked back towards the exit. To his great surprise, she followed.
~What can I do for you?
Once outside, she exploded in curses and questions, Who the fuck are you?, What do you want with ME?. Rather, he waited for her to calm down. When she finally did, he spoke.
"You need help." He said simply, watching her with inexpressive golden eyes. "I'm here to offer it."
She stared, wide-eyed, her mouth half-open for a witty retort or another curse, at him. This was certainly not what the red-head had been expecting. She frowned.
"Yanno, I'd love ta let yah, but I'm low on cash." She said finally, grudgingly. So she wanted his help, he thought, smiling inwardly. She spoke ackward English, but that could change. He could help her. And he wanted to.
~What can I do for you?
"Money is not an object," he said after a moment of thought, reaching out his hand for her to take. "My name is Brad Crawford. Come on, we have work to do."
The girl took his hand, and together they left that slum, flying into the future that neither of them knew for sure.
~end prologue~
Warnings: Oh, just the usual... shounen-ai, dark themes, A/U, and a little strangeness and gender-switching...
A/N: This fic was inspired entirely by the song "Real Emotion" from FFX-2. And thus, it is set to it. Have fun with this one. ^_^
Rhythm_
Prologue: .Infection. ********
~What can I do for you?
Through the smoke, shimmering lights are seen, music throbbing, a beat like a pulse until the vocals pick up, and it was music that drove out any other sound, and even if you screamed no one could hear you. This was very good for the girl who stood near the wall, letting the music drown out every thought, every emotion, until she was just existing, feeling only the rampant beat and the wall behind her. She was barely aware of standing on her own feet, and paid no mind to anyone around her, and damned if she would move for another hour at least.
~What can I do for you?
He entered through the back door, the pulsing rhythm and beat of the music giving him the beginning of a headache. He looked a little out of place in the strange scene, the businessman in the club, but he ignored the patron's strange looks, his eyes focusing on finding just one person. Just the person he had come to find. He had known she would be here; of course she would be. Anything to drown out the thoughts that plagued her, her own ruined mind.
~What can I do for you?
She didn't look up as he drew near, though surely she knew he was there. She had always had a sixth sense about that sort of thing. He reached out to touch her shoulder and she flinched back, jade eyes opening, glaring, daring him to try to touch her again. She looked so dangerous, like a caged tiger, wild orange hair and livid green eyes, indignance and fury radiating from every bit of her expression. He raised an eyebrow speculatively, his arm returning to his side. At least he knew it was really her.
~I can't hear you!
He nodded slightly to her, not making another effort to touch her. Even if he could beat her in a fight, he had no desire to do so. But he acknowledged her, thereby forcing her to do the same for him. She watched him with level eyes, the anger still burning in them, though now faded a bit, more speculative than pissed off. She looked at him as if to say, What the hell are you doing here? but he couldn't respond. Instead he motioned for her to follow him and walked back towards the exit. To his great surprise, she followed.
~What can I do for you?
Once outside, she exploded in curses and questions, Who the fuck are you?, What do you want with ME?. Rather, he waited for her to calm down. When she finally did, he spoke.
"You need help." He said simply, watching her with inexpressive golden eyes. "I'm here to offer it."
She stared, wide-eyed, her mouth half-open for a witty retort or another curse, at him. This was certainly not what the red-head had been expecting. She frowned.
"Yanno, I'd love ta let yah, but I'm low on cash." She said finally, grudgingly. So she wanted his help, he thought, smiling inwardly. She spoke ackward English, but that could change. He could help her. And he wanted to.
~What can I do for you?
"Money is not an object," he said after a moment of thought, reaching out his hand for her to take. "My name is Brad Crawford. Come on, we have work to do."
The girl took his hand, and together they left that slum, flying into the future that neither of them knew for sure.
~end prologue~
