CLAIMER AND DISCLAIMER: I own Everything You Wanted. Do not steal it. I worked really hard on it. I do not own Gravi.
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Going Solo
He stepped up to the mike, his face bathed in darkness. It swirled around him. Lights at the very back of the club allowed him to see a few people, among them Shuichi, who was fastly fighting through the crowds. He saw the face of Tatsuha quite near him again and sighed.
"I'm not used to this," he began abruptly. His melodious voice drifted over the crowds. Shuichi plowed on through the crowds, luckily not recognizing him. "Akuma-kun always did the introductions. So I'll just play. Here's a new one, if you'll listen. Everything You Wanted."
Tenshi took a moment to let the guitarist pick out the music, then allowed his hands to flow over the keyboard with the ease of long practice. He took a deep breath, slightly scared. He teetered on the brink of what he needed to do... then his eyes glazed over.
"If I had a choice... but there are no choices
I wouldn't stay here, do you think I'd be here?
If I had a chance and took my chances
I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't stay here,"
he sang strongly. Clear and full of cutting love and hate, every word was dripping with emotion and beauty. He wasn't focusing on the audience any more, but they were holding their breath.
The drums, which had just been a background noise, now took on a new meaning as the sounds from the keyboard faded out. A pure note rose from his throat, rising and falling like an opera singer for a moment. He closed his eyes, then launched into a chorus that had their breath coming short and stopping. It was vaguely tinged with bitterness and sadness.
And it was always about Akuma Seti.
"I'm too young, I'm too cold, I'm too reckless
I'm too hard, I'm too wrong, I'm too feckless
I lie all the time and I hide."
The word "hide" clearly had two syllables, the last one deeper than the first one. His eyes still drifted lazily down as he allowed every emotion show through his voice and his music. With people not seeing him, they could concentrate on his voice. Added to that, he didn't want them to know who he was. He owed Seti at least that.
"I'm not the right one, not the true one
There's not a chance I could be
Anything you wanted!"
His eyes flew open with anger, passion showing through them. Suguru fancied that someone might have seen the power in that gaze even without the lights, but that couldn't be so. This wasn't a fairy tale, this was real life. His hair floated around him in the darkness, blown by stage fans.
This wasn't a fairy tale. There was no way a prince would come and save him from himself. There was no way that this could have a happy ending.
The drums faded down from their previous pounding loudness, and the song went on despite all of his thoughts. The guitar picked out a softer melody while the keyboard grew harsher.
"If I had an idea, though there are no ideas
Would you listen, return my glance and listen?
If I had the right truth, not the wrong truth
Would you hear it or would you hear the lie?"
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Tatsuha's breath quickened as the chorus came on again. Tenshi's voice was better than ever, so beautiful and pure. His voice had only matured as he had grown up. It poured over the whole crowd and held them captive, which was an amazing feat. Even Shuichi was silent, his eyes taking in one of his musical heroes even though he couldn't see anything but a vague shape.
The chorus ended with that strong, bitter line, and the keyboard didn't just fade out. It stopped abruptly, making a few people's eyebrows furrow at the lack of Tenshi's trademark instrument.
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The drums and guitar pounded on. Tenshi drew something from his pocket. He fixed a black satin lower-face veil onto his face, his beautiful brown eyes were almost as black as the material itself now. He took a deep breath, making the veil flutter, then the keyboard filtered in again.
His voice was the barest whisper as the other music died down to just the keyboard.
"Can you hear what's the truth
Even though it's beneath the lies?
I would never tell you, never ever tell you
What is inside my head."
Then the lights flooded the whole room, gentle lights so everyone's eyes weren't hurt. Tenshi was flooded into view, but the lower-face veil sufficiently concealed his identity. The drums and the guitar pounded back into force, so skillful that Tenshi was glad Ryuichi-kun had found these people.
Blood. Fallen angel. Fallen angel... Fallen angel...
A tear slipped jaggedly down his cheek, there for everyone to see. Tatsuha's eyes caught on shielded brown eyes, one barrier in them broken and making tears fall. Tenshi yelled his next lines with bitter feeling.
"So go on!
It's your own choice
So go on!
You took your chances
So go on!
It's your idea
So go on!
It's your own truth
That's not the truth!"
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Tohma listened to his cousin with great concern, worry making him sick. He was backstage, watching, but a camera had shown him a tear slipping down the younger boy's cheek. 'He should have never followed my advice!' he thought angrily. 'There are two people that I would kill ANYONE for. Those two are Uesugi Eiri and Fujisaki Suguru. If only the both of them would listen to me.' It was all he could do now to listen to the beauty of the song. 1
Then some shocking words rang out of Tenshi's mouth, shocking for Tohma, at least.
"But I don't care that I'm not
Everything you wanted!"
'I thought...'
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Tenshi finished the final few lines of his song before letting the music die down. He sighed heavily, which was picked up by the microphone.
"I'm gonna have a new CD out, you know. But since productions on it haven't even begun, N-G is going to be releasing my last CD with... with Akuma. Just to tide you over. However, here is a teaser from what I've been working on recently." His brown eyes laughed sorrowfully. "I need someone to sing it with me, though.I know Shindou from Bad Luck is here, so would he come up, kudasai?" 2
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1 - He pushed Taki Aizawa in front of a car (the cute little psycho...) So obviously he would kill for Eiri. I doubt he would really kill for Suguru, since Suguru can take care of himself, but it's the though that counts, right?
2 - kudasai please (in a sentence).
Wolf- YAY! T'is done! This one had me worrying. I didn't think it would EVER get done!