I own Dragonfly, but not Musica, Elie or Haru. Might be slightly strange, the results of my twisted imagination, but hey, who cares?


Rave Master

Silver Rhythms

Chapter One

Haru stretched his arms over his head, smiling as he saw the sign for Oakwood Village. Elie wrapped her arms around his waist, and he stopped walking. He looked down at the top of her head.

"What?"

Elie looked up at him, pouting slightly.

"Do we have to see Musica's friends? It's a waste of time!"

Haru looked over at the last member of their group. Musica's dark eyes were fixed on the village, flicking over all the buildings.

"Musica?"

Musica blinked a few times and smiled at his friends.

"Go get something to eat. I'll meet you later. I've got something to sort out."

Haru shrugged and prised Elie's arms from his waist.

"Sure. Let's go, Elie."


Musica whistled as he wandered through the streets, his hands in the pockets of his light brown jacket. He stopped outside one of the houses and fished a small silver key out of his pocket. Glancing quickly up and down the street, he unlocked the door and slipped inside, locking it again. He strolled into the living room and collapsed into the armchair. His eyes flicked around the room, taking in the plain white walls and small windows. He shook his head.

"Dragonfly, what have you done?"


Dragonfly slammed the door behind her, throwing her key on the small hall table. It clinked against something, and the girl frowned when she saw the key, attached to a cross-shaped keyring, that lay beside her own. She smiled slightly and walked into the kitchen, dumping her shopping on the table.

"Musica, what the hell are you doing in my house?"

His voice sounded from the living room, and her pale eyes shone as he spoke.

"I wanted to see you. Is that a crime?"

She shook her head and started unpacking her groceries.

"Coming to see me isn't, but breaking into my house is."

Musica walked into the kitchen, glaring at her. She laughed.

"I didn't break in. I had a key."

She tucked a stray lock of black hair behind her ear, glancing at him. She whistled softly.

"You're not looking too bad, Musica. Life's treating you good?"

Musica shrugged, frowning as he took in her plain black trousers and blouse.

"You've changed, Dragonfly. Where's the Silver Rhythm Gang's best warrior?"

Dragonfly shook her head and glared at him, putting her hands on her hips.

"Standing right in front of me. I told you, I'm through with being a thief."

Musica ran a hand through his dark hair, staring at her.

"Well, if your through with the gang, at least travel with me. We need you."

Dragonfly glared at him suspiciously, and he looked at the scrubbed wooden floor.

"Who's we, Musica?"