Whoo, back again! Higurashi Month 2019, because it has become one of my lowkey life goals to keep perpetuating this until it becomes a proper tradition for all three-and-a-half people in this graveyard of a fandom. And then keep doing it anyways, because tradition. If you wish to check out the prompt list, its on my tumblr page under the same username.

June 22nd, 2019

With liberal applications of studded leather straps, a bit of artistic shredding of old clothes, and an entire menagerie of chemical products, ranging from tacky makeup and hair products to dye and nail polish, the Hinamizawa Heathens were ready for their first gig.

Fire-Mouth Keiichi, he of the spiked purple hair and wrapped leather strips all the way up to his elbows, cracked his knuckles, black-painted nails gleaming in the faint light of the moon, before he placed his hands on the instrument of what would soon be his audience's demise, a gleaming steel-plated guitar.

Mad Dog Mion, she of the enthusiastically-ripped bright red crop-top and copious amounts of sparkling body glitter, grinned as she set her elbow-length fingerless-gloved hands upon her rickety old keyboard, brightly decorated with numerous flecks of neon paint in the manner of an enthusiastic toddler.

Rena the Rave-Master, her black-draped form flapping with enough scarf-sized tatters to insulate against the darkest winter, raised her hands high, blue eyes glittering in anticipation behind her mask of sequins, eyeliner, and glitter as she poised her drumsticks to begin.

Screamin' Satoko, her blonde hair arranged like a hedgehog's and colored in a rainbow of red and green streaks, grinned even wider, black-painted lips spreading across her sparkling white teeth as she held her painted and sparkling hands out to the microphone, her throat bobbing against her tooth-spiked choker as she swallowed in preparedness.

Rika, green sundress billowing, swung her legs gently from her perch on the plastic garden chair set before the groups impromptu stage, Hanyuu cringing and covering her ears in the identical chair beside her.

"HINAMIZAWAAAAA!" Satoko bellowed into the cheap microphone, which squeaked and popped, vibrating her voice into nothing as the echoes of her shriek were swallowed up by the forest surrounding the small, empty clearing. "ARE YOU READY TO ROOOOCK!?"

"Yes we are, sirs!" Rika cheered, thin voice rising above the silence as best she could as she punched the air enthusiastically. Hanyuu just shook her head rapidly, squeezing her hands tighter over her ears.

"THEN WE SHALL ROCK!"

Satoko raised her arm, and the thunder of music began as she slammed it down, the bedazzled club members pounding away with all their might as the wild, throbbing strains of rock music filled the small clearing and echoed faintly along the deserted stretches of forest as they stretched towards the town. Given as they were mere amateurs, the volume of the music far exceeded its cadence and coherence, but perhaps that was to be expected.

"OOOOOOOH!" Satoko shrieked into the microphone, snatching it off the wobbling stand and pouring her whole heart and soul into the incoherent vocalizations that were rock music. "I WILL FIGHT FOR HINAMIZAWA, MY HOME, GOD MAY JUDGE US BUT HIS SINS OUTNUMBER OUR OWN!"

Hanyuu's right eye twitched indignantly even as she pressed her hands tight over her ears to block out the shrieking of Keiichi's poor guitar and the wild pounding of Rena's drums, to say nothing of the wails of Mion's punished keyboard.

"VIOLENCE FOR VIOLENCE IS THE RULE OF THE BEASTS, BUT THEY TRY TO DROWN OUR HOME, WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING AT LEAST! TRY TO SCREW WITH US AND WE'LL TOSS YOUR CORPSE DOWN A WELL, I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL!"

Rika grinned and nudged the cringing Hanyuu with her elbow as Satoko bent back and screamed incoherently into the microphone, silhouetted against the full moon.

"AAAAAAAAAAH! HINAMIZAWAAAAAAAAAA! HINAMIZAWAAAAAAAAAA!"

Satoko hopped backwards as Keiichi lunged forward onto his knees, strumming with all his might as he poured out his equivalent of a white-hot series of riffs and cords, mistreated guitar thrumming and wailing out the thunderous, mismatched bars of music as Mion grinned and punched a clenched fist up in the air, her other hand flying over the keys of her keyboard as she pounded out a counterpart rhythm.

Keiichi finally stood, hopping back on one foot and still playing madly as Satoko strode forward to take her place again, slotting her microphone into the stand and grabbing the stand to swing it down like a partner in a dance as she bellowed into the microphone itself.

"HINAMIZAWAAAAAAAAAA! HINAMIZAWAAAAAAAAAA! OYASHIRO-SAMA'S GOT THE POWER TODAY, SO PICK A GOD AND PRAY, 'CAUSE WE'RE GONNA SEND YOU ON YOUR WAY! HINAMIZAWAAAAAAAAAA! HINAMIZAWAAAAAAAAAA!"

The players all built up towards their thunderous end, and then, with a crash and a bang from Rena's symbols, the song ended, Satoko punching her own fist up into the air.

"WHOO!"

Silence rang across the tiny clearing, and Rika beamed, clapping her hands rapidly, the sound tiny and brittle compared to the earlier clangorous madness of the club's "playing".

"Mew, bravo! Bravo!" she chirped, swinging her legs giddily, as the band all took smug bows from their place on the scrap of stage. "Encore! Encore!"

"Hau…hauhau…" Hanyuu whimpered beside her, lying slumped and boneless in her chair with swirly eyes. "You guys aren't allowed to watch Western music programs anymore…"

AN: The thought of the club dressed up in ridiculously overdone glam rock costumes and giving a probably-not-that-good-but-you-can-bet-your-boots-its-enthusiastic performance made me giggle, so this was born. Also, for the lyrics, I just picked some of the edgier things off of that one tumblr post about Very Quotable Things That Were Said in a Stupid Context and tried to do something with Higurashi content that would rhyme with them. Also, Mion probably has everything in human existence either in her basement (not the torture dungeon one, the other one) or on call from one of her legions of relatives, so don't tell me they probably couldn't have gotten all this stuff within a few weeks. One of her uncles had a magic pair of swim shorts, for goodness sake.

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