Sorry. I had to. I killed Ryu. As I've indicated, it's Tohma's chapter. I love him and Ryu so much, they got the first two chapters. Thanks everyone for reviews.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravi
Wait For The Silence, Chapter Two: Tohma
Tohma ran his hands through his blond hair, trying to stop the roaring in his head.
This isn't right. This can't happening. Everything just can't fall apart.
He was sitting in the morgue, about to identify the body of Ryuichi Sakuma.
God, Christ, Inari, whoever is up there, please don't let it be Ryuichi.
It had happened so fast. He had been worried about the lead singer of Nittle Grasper, and was driving to his house to check on him. A traffic jam had slowed him down, and when he had gotten out of his car to see what had happened, a cop had taken him aside.
It can't be Ryuichi. You just saw him a few hours ago. He was fine. Liar. He was pale and out of focus. He couldn't even sing properly.
"Mr. Seguchi?" A young man with black hair made him jerk up. "Yes?" The man cleared his throat. "You can see the body now."
Tohma followed the man down a hallway, and into a room. It looked like a hospital room filled with gurneys. A sheet covered one gurney. The man pulled back the sheet, looking regretful.
Oh, no. Oh God no. Please, no!
Laying on the metal was Ryuichi Sakuma. It was him. Tohma knew every inch of the singer's face, down to the four earrings in his left ear.
Oh no. No, please, oh God no.
Tohma covered his mouth with his hands, and turned away.
Tohma stood over a toilet in the men's bathroom. He spat out the last of the remaining vomit in his mouth.
That was Ryuichi. He's dead. Ryuichi's dead.
Having that thought in his mind made Tohma retch again. He stood up and flushed the toilet, ridding the evidence he had been sick. Walking out of the bathroom, he was suddenly pulled into a fierce hug. Purple hair clouded his vision, and sobbing filled his ears.
No, Noriko. Please, don't cry. If you do, it will really be proof he's gone.
Despite his mental urges, he broke down, wrapped his arms around Noriko, and cried.
Tohma walked into Ryuichi's apartment. Even though it was a 'crime scene,' he had been let in. He walked through the familiar rooms, breathing in the minty smell of Ryuichi. He tripped. Looking down, he saw Kumagoro.
K-Kumagoro?
He hadn't taken his bunny with him. Tohma picked up the pink rabbit and held him close.
He-he didn't even bother to jump with his best friend.
Tohma nearly vomited again. Walking into the kitchen, he saw Ryuichi's drawings covering the refrigerator. They were happy drawings, with lots of color and enthusiasm.
Pico.
His mind whispered cruelly. He opened the door to the fridge. Inside was a gallon water bottle, some fruit, and a half-eaten pizza. Carrot sticks were laying free.
He wasn't eating right. How could you not see it?
He turned and walked into the bedroom. Everything was neat, as though for once in his life Ryuichi had cleaned. Walking over to the bed, he noticed a sketchpad on the night table. Opening it up, he nearly dropped it.
Ryu, what was going through your head?
A sentence was written in black marker. 'I'm not shining anymore.'
You don't have to look at it. Just put it down, then walk away. No. I've never walked away from Ryu and I'm not starting now.
He flipped through the sketchpad, still clutching Kumagoro. Each picture was the very opposite of piko. They were done in either black or red. They were violent scenes, just angry lines. Flipping open to the last page, he saw a note.
Ryuichi. . . .
'Go away. I don't want to sing anymore. I'm no good. But they tell me to sing, so I do. No more acting. I don't want to. It's all bad. I'm constantly hearing noise. No more silence. I'll find my silence, though.'
Put. It. Down.
Tohma dropped the sketchpad, and walked backwards, trying to block it out. He bumped into Ryuichi's stereo, which suddenly began playing a CD.
What the Hell?
An American song was playing. Harsh lyrics and even harsher music disturbed the peace.
Three Days Grace
Tohma remembered. The song was Overrated
'You made it You played it Your shit is overrated'
Tohma quickly shut off the stereo and quickly left the apartment, overwhelmed by memories.
Ryuichi, why?
Tohma was halfway home before he realized he was crying, and when he walked in the door to his house he realized he was still holding Kumagoro.
Ryuichi. . .
Yo. Wanna hear something funny? I wrote this chapter at 11:30 at night. I woke up at four, and threw up myself. Karma. Funny thing. Shuichi next. That's right, next chapter features high-running emotions.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravi
Wait For The Silence, Chapter Two: Tohma
Tohma ran his hands through his blond hair, trying to stop the roaring in his head.
This isn't right. This can't happening. Everything just can't fall apart.
He was sitting in the morgue, about to identify the body of Ryuichi Sakuma.
God, Christ, Inari, whoever is up there, please don't let it be Ryuichi.
It had happened so fast. He had been worried about the lead singer of Nittle Grasper, and was driving to his house to check on him. A traffic jam had slowed him down, and when he had gotten out of his car to see what had happened, a cop had taken him aside.
It can't be Ryuichi. You just saw him a few hours ago. He was fine. Liar. He was pale and out of focus. He couldn't even sing properly.
"Mr. Seguchi?" A young man with black hair made him jerk up. "Yes?" The man cleared his throat. "You can see the body now."
Tohma followed the man down a hallway, and into a room. It looked like a hospital room filled with gurneys. A sheet covered one gurney. The man pulled back the sheet, looking regretful.
Oh, no. Oh God no. Please, no!
Laying on the metal was Ryuichi Sakuma. It was him. Tohma knew every inch of the singer's face, down to the four earrings in his left ear.
Oh no. No, please, oh God no.
Tohma covered his mouth with his hands, and turned away.
Tohma stood over a toilet in the men's bathroom. He spat out the last of the remaining vomit in his mouth.
That was Ryuichi. He's dead. Ryuichi's dead.
Having that thought in his mind made Tohma retch again. He stood up and flushed the toilet, ridding the evidence he had been sick. Walking out of the bathroom, he was suddenly pulled into a fierce hug. Purple hair clouded his vision, and sobbing filled his ears.
No, Noriko. Please, don't cry. If you do, it will really be proof he's gone.
Despite his mental urges, he broke down, wrapped his arms around Noriko, and cried.
Tohma walked into Ryuichi's apartment. Even though it was a 'crime scene,' he had been let in. He walked through the familiar rooms, breathing in the minty smell of Ryuichi. He tripped. Looking down, he saw Kumagoro.
K-Kumagoro?
He hadn't taken his bunny with him. Tohma picked up the pink rabbit and held him close.
He-he didn't even bother to jump with his best friend.
Tohma nearly vomited again. Walking into the kitchen, he saw Ryuichi's drawings covering the refrigerator. They were happy drawings, with lots of color and enthusiasm.
Pico.
His mind whispered cruelly. He opened the door to the fridge. Inside was a gallon water bottle, some fruit, and a half-eaten pizza. Carrot sticks were laying free.
He wasn't eating right. How could you not see it?
He turned and walked into the bedroom. Everything was neat, as though for once in his life Ryuichi had cleaned. Walking over to the bed, he noticed a sketchpad on the night table. Opening it up, he nearly dropped it.
Ryu, what was going through your head?
A sentence was written in black marker. 'I'm not shining anymore.'
You don't have to look at it. Just put it down, then walk away. No. I've never walked away from Ryu and I'm not starting now.
He flipped through the sketchpad, still clutching Kumagoro. Each picture was the very opposite of piko. They were done in either black or red. They were violent scenes, just angry lines. Flipping open to the last page, he saw a note.
Ryuichi. . . .
'Go away. I don't want to sing anymore. I'm no good. But they tell me to sing, so I do. No more acting. I don't want to. It's all bad. I'm constantly hearing noise. No more silence. I'll find my silence, though.'
Put. It. Down.
Tohma dropped the sketchpad, and walked backwards, trying to block it out. He bumped into Ryuichi's stereo, which suddenly began playing a CD.
What the Hell?
An American song was playing. Harsh lyrics and even harsher music disturbed the peace.
Three Days Grace
Tohma remembered. The song was Overrated
'You made it You played it Your shit is overrated'
Tohma quickly shut off the stereo and quickly left the apartment, overwhelmed by memories.
Ryuichi, why?
Tohma was halfway home before he realized he was crying, and when he walked in the door to his house he realized he was still holding Kumagoro.
Ryuichi. . .
Yo. Wanna hear something funny? I wrote this chapter at 11:30 at night. I woke up at four, and threw up myself. Karma. Funny thing. Shuichi next. That's right, next chapter features high-running emotions.