Today's music really depresses me. Country's horrible, Pop's annoying, Rap is retarded… the only things worth listening to any more seems to be R&B and Jazz. So I decided that this piece would be kind of like a musical tribute to one of the best Jazz singers ever, Miss Sade. Enjoy.
Chapter 4: Rhythmatic Sacrilege
If there was one thing Yoruichi enjoyed about the modern world, it was music. Maybe it was the rhythm, the way it worked into her body until she found the center of a dance floor. Or perhaps it was the lyrics, how they fell along a track like silk trailed around her body. Yes, that was it. Both of them. Something about how the rhythm and words collided, melting into a being that called to her. This particular song, though she had no idea what its name was, pulled at her heart.
You came along, when I needed, a savior
Someone to pull me through, somehow
I've been torn apart so many times
I've been hurt so many times before
And it hit her. Why this song deemed itself worthy of making her fingers tap them selves against the surface of a wooden table. Why it had the ability to paint a picture in her head clear as the sky.
Somebody already broke my heart,
Somebody already broke my heart
Suitors. She'd had so many of them. Most of their names weren't even worth mentioning now. But there had been one. One who she had loved with everything that she was. And as a princess, that had been quite a lot.
Here, I am
So, don't, leave me stranded
On the end of a line
Hanging on the edge of a lie
And he had been the one who broke her. Turned her into a shell of the woman she had been.
I've been torn apart so many times
I've been hurt so many times before,
So be, careful and, be kind
For the longest time, her lungs had hurt. Almost to a point where she never wanted to breathe again. Her chest had ached, forcing tears into her eyes and her knees to the ground. All these things and more, she had hidden from her friends, though she suspected Urahara knew. That damned man knew everything.
Somebody already broke my heart,
If someone has to lose, I don't want to play
Somebody already broke my heart
Can't go there again
"You like this stuff?" The man across from her had arched an eyebrow, waving a hand through the smoke filled air. "This, music?"
You came along, when I needed, a savior
Someone to pull me through somehow
I've been torn apart so many time
I've been hurt so many times before,
Yoruichi Shihouin, broken by a man, not once, but twice. Well, wonders never cease; the thought brought a smile to her lips. "Yes. It's very… soothing." She stirred a straw through her half finished drink.
Somebody already broke my heart,
If someone has to lose, then I don't want to play
Somebody already broke my heart
Oh no, I can't go there again…
She swore it would never happen again. No man would ever get so close to her heart. And here he had come. The loud-mouthed, red-haired, tattooed idiot who managed to do what even Kisuke couldn't. Put a bandage around her pain-filled lungs and massaged her throbbing chest.
He shook his head, arms wrapped over his chest. "Sounds depressing."
And then she smiled at his, golden eyes narrowed in warmth. "But it holds so much truth."
Okay, chapter 4 is done. (Takes a bow and then claps for Sade.) This piece would not have been possible without this song. For the true impact of its validity, I recommend you hear this. It's called 'somebody already broke my heart' and can be found online. God bless.