"NO HIRO DON'T DO IT!!!" Shuichi screamed, causing Ryuichi to scream also.
Ryuichi looked a bit pissed, not to mention confused at the outburst.
"Shuichi, what-" He was cut off as Shuichi went rushing by him. "Hey!! Shuichi, wait up!!" The idol yelled, running awkwardly behind him.
Ryuichi let out a yelp as a hand grabbed his, pulling him along faster. He began to feel strange, almost like everything was slowing down...
Hiroshi took a deep breath. Surely he was going to lose him with this one.
"Shuichi is the reincarnation of the-"
Ryuichi was going very fast. Why didn't he hear their footsteps? What was going on?
"of the-"
"NO!!!!" Shuichi yelled. It was happening...
Tohma was getting tired of all of this. He was about to demand information when something in the doorway caught his eye.
And nearly made him faint.
Hiroshi turned around to see Shuichi standing in the doorway, a very disoriented looking Sakuma Ryuichi clinging to a nearby wall. He felt pity for the idol, being introduced to such forces when he couldn't even see what lie in front of him. He was more focused, however, on the visoion of beauty before him.
It was Shuichi.
Yet it wasn't.
Hiroshi's breath caught in his throat. He was only able to utter one word.
"...Raphael..."
Tohma Seguchi couldn't believe his eyes. The pink haired singer could not hold a candle to the being in front of him. Shuichi's body, if a bit taller, with stunning cyan colored eyes that seemed to have a subtle glow. And glistening white hair. White as anything he'd ever seen, and whiter. In fact, his entire body was white, from the wintry clothing to the top of his head.
Had this been anyone else's situation, Tohma might have laughed.
Hiroshi lowered his gaze. He felt a huge amount of guilt at nearly saying the words aloud.
Ryuichi tried to steady himself. As the world clunked back into normal perimeters, he found that every hair on his body was sticking up. Not knowing was what , or who, was there, he reached out.
All eyes watched as the idol's fingers made contact with the being. Ryuichi pulled his hand back quickly, as if burned. Something was wrong with his Shuichi.
A pair of aquamarine eyes turned to Tohma. The president blinked fearfully, scooting back in his bed. This was no pop singer. This was a holy entity.
"The other has only a very limited knowledge of me. It shall stay this way." The being stated, leaving absolutely no room for argument. Not that anyone dared give any.
"How are you called?" Asked Ryuichi quietly. He knew that it was not Shuichi that stood there. The voice alone told him that much. It was deeper, with a velvety flavor to it, but still sounded like it could belong to Shuichi. An older, wiser one, but Shuichi nevertheless.
"I have been called many names. To you, in this moment, I am Raphael."
Ryuichi did not like the sound of this at all. "I want Shuichi!" He cried out.
"Your blindness has made you bold." Said Raphael, taking Ryuichi's chin in his right hand. Ryuichi started to shiver at it's coldness.
"I will remove you of it." He continued, and everyone present saw a white flash. So white that white was beyond it. Feathers could be heard flapping, but none saw a single trace of one. Nor did they hear anyone leave.
Yet when the sheer brilliance faded, they were left with two singers laying on the floor, both sleeping peacefully.
"Shuichi, what-" He was cut off as Shuichi went rushing by him. "Hey!! Shuichi, wait up!!" The idol yelled, running awkwardly behind him.
Ryuichi let out a yelp as a hand grabbed his, pulling him along faster. He began to feel strange, almost like everything was slowing down...
Hiroshi took a deep breath. Surely he was going to lose him with this one.
"Shuichi is the reincarnation of the-"
Ryuichi was going very fast. Why didn't he hear their footsteps? What was going on?
"of the-"
"NO!!!!" Shuichi yelled. It was happening...
Tohma was getting tired of all of this. He was about to demand information when something in the doorway caught his eye.
And nearly made him faint.
Hiroshi turned around to see Shuichi standing in the doorway, a very disoriented looking Sakuma Ryuichi clinging to a nearby wall. He felt pity for the idol, being introduced to such forces when he couldn't even see what lie in front of him. He was more focused, however, on the visoion of beauty before him.
It was Shuichi.
Yet it wasn't.
Hiroshi's breath caught in his throat. He was only able to utter one word.
"...Raphael..."
Tohma Seguchi couldn't believe his eyes. The pink haired singer could not hold a candle to the being in front of him. Shuichi's body, if a bit taller, with stunning cyan colored eyes that seemed to have a subtle glow. And glistening white hair. White as anything he'd ever seen, and whiter. In fact, his entire body was white, from the wintry clothing to the top of his head.
Had this been anyone else's situation, Tohma might have laughed.
Hiroshi lowered his gaze. He felt a huge amount of guilt at nearly saying the words aloud.
Ryuichi tried to steady himself. As the world clunked back into normal perimeters, he found that every hair on his body was sticking up. Not knowing was what , or who, was there, he reached out.
All eyes watched as the idol's fingers made contact with the being. Ryuichi pulled his hand back quickly, as if burned. Something was wrong with his Shuichi.
A pair of aquamarine eyes turned to Tohma. The president blinked fearfully, scooting back in his bed. This was no pop singer. This was a holy entity.
"The other has only a very limited knowledge of me. It shall stay this way." The being stated, leaving absolutely no room for argument. Not that anyone dared give any.
"How are you called?" Asked Ryuichi quietly. He knew that it was not Shuichi that stood there. The voice alone told him that much. It was deeper, with a velvety flavor to it, but still sounded like it could belong to Shuichi. An older, wiser one, but Shuichi nevertheless.
"I have been called many names. To you, in this moment, I am Raphael."
Ryuichi did not like the sound of this at all. "I want Shuichi!" He cried out.
"Your blindness has made you bold." Said Raphael, taking Ryuichi's chin in his right hand. Ryuichi started to shiver at it's coldness.
"I will remove you of it." He continued, and everyone present saw a white flash. So white that white was beyond it. Feathers could be heard flapping, but none saw a single trace of one. Nor did they hear anyone leave.
Yet when the sheer brilliance faded, they were left with two singers laying on the floor, both sleeping peacefully.