A Different Suite
Chapter 2
I can feel the twitch in my hands again.
Perhaps it was caused by the intense want to twist my blade into flesh.
I settle for my own skin, watching the crimson bead as I drag my silver along. It is remarkable how easy it is to bleed, or make others bleed for that matter. It can take less than a pound of pressure with a sharp object.
Even though humans delight in thinking they are superior beings, their bodies are nonetheless fragile; their minds more problematic than beneficial.
Ironic, really.
The next fling is exiting the library, looking exhausted and ruffled as he tosses his brown hair out of his boyish face. Such a pretty face.
I move from my spot in between two buildings, and boldly approach him head on. At first, his eyes were tired and passive. However, I suppose his instinct kicked in as he suddenly froze up with wide eyes on me.
Feeling the adrenaline flood through me, I drop my knife and came to the decision to use my hands instead.
Preferably, around that lovely throat.
After his staggering last breath and desperate eyes, I was left disappointed and reminded once more of the weak nature of humans.
Good thing I'm not one of them.
I'm a monster.
The following morning the school newspapers were filled with reports of yet another killing taking place on the campus. Surprisingly, the victim was a younger male student from the orchestra as well. A pattern was beginning to emerge...a possible serial killer.
Whoever was on a rampage did not seem to think very highly of musicians.
The student was found by the library a few hours past midnight. They were officially announcing a curfew for the library and stores of ten o'clock. Light sighed, tossing the paper on his desk and scooping up his cello case to go to his morning rehearsal.
The walk through the campus was, needless to say, tense.
It was filled with not only police and detectives, but crime scene tape. To Light's horror, one of the areas with crime scene tape had stains of crimson. At this rate, he wanted to go back to his parents in Maebashi.
Light finally made it to the music room, only to run into someone he really was not in the mood to speak with.
"Ohayou Light-kun!" He resisted the urge to growl as a certain gothic blonde bounced towards him. It wouldn't do for everyone in music class to witness him viciously growling at the flute player. Though, if it does scare away a few of those people who give him lusty eyes, it may be worth it. Then again, Light did not want to risk looking attractive to someone far creepier.
"We should go on another date! With a ...better ending. What do ya say?" She said with a grin, while looping her arm with his. He considered yanking his arm away. With the state of the campus, who could even think about dating right now?
"I don't know. . ."
"Aww...Please, Light-kun?"
"Amane-san, you are quite . . . charming, but you're not my type." Understatement. Light would rather be with another man than Misa.
"Not your t-"
"Ohayou Amane-san! I brought your favorite smoothie this morning!" Another flute player named Matsuda interrupted, much to Light's relief. Misa brightened immediately and wandered over to chat with the man, seeming to forget about her conversation with Light entirely. Another quality he was not fond of.
After taking out his cello and placing it on a stand, Light went to the locker room to put up the case.
As he was turning the corner, he literally collided with someone.
"Oh. Pardon me." A soft, low voice that Light recognized.
Upon looking up, he met the dark gaze of the awkward man from the coffee stand in the grocery store. He looked remarkably the same, sporting jeans and a loose white long sleeve shirt. Light distantly wondered if he changed at all.
"I-Its fine. I was distracted." Light said in slight disbelief that he stuttered, while putting his cello case into the locker. Somehow, the man's face was distracting.
"Hm? What is occupying Light-kun's mind?" The other student openly stared at Light, his eyes wide as if attempting to absorb every detail. Light raised a brow at the informal way of speaking.
"How did you know my name?" It was slightly unnerving. Light realized he forgot to get his sheet music out before locking it.
"Light-kun is my latest obsession. I stalk him frequently."
Light suddenly couldn't remember his lock combination. He turned slowly, eyes wide. Thoroughly creeped out.
"It was a joke, perhaps in poor taste."
"..." The student realized that this man was perhaps socially inept.
"Nonetheless, I simply overheard you and Amane-san speaking. Her voice is rather difficult to miss. What may I ask is your surname?" The monotone inquired.
"I-I see. Its Yagami, and yourself?" The musician ignored the repeated offense of stuttering.
"You may call me Rue Ryuzaki." The man said while tilting his head to the side, his thumb coming to press against his bottom lip. Light noted the unusual way he introduced himself. Was it possible that he was lying about his name? Why would he even do that to begin with? Was he testing him somehow? Light's mind was overflowing with thoughts. He settled on one.
"I've never seen you around the music room, any particular reason you are here today?"
"Ah. Well, I have recently taken an interest in my retired studies."
"Retired studies?" Again, an unusual way of wording things. His word choice was awkward, as if he did not have much experience socializing.
"More specifically, I once played the violin in my youth."
"How long has it been since you played?"
"Approximately a decade." The man said, looking almost bored.
"You do know this is an advanced music class, right?" The dark eyed man nodded.
Light began to hear the conductor warming up the woodwinds. It was time to see what this "Ryuzaki" was made of.
"Someone's bitchy today." A certain chocolate-obsessed-student remarked. He looked rather amused.
Light narrowed his eyes.
"I'm surprised you're not playing your usual obsessive amount." The student made a noise as he bit off a large chunk of chocolate. Light bitterly wondered when his teeth would fall out.
Needless to say, Light was annoyed. After speaking with the raven, Light was rather amused to see someone waltz in the advanced music class, having not played for nearly a decade and yet being so nonchalant about it. He had guiltfully taken pleasure in possibly seeing the student's reaction when he realized he was in over his head. However, this is not exactly what happened.
Ryuzaki was good. Actually, that's an understatement. Ryuzaki was brilliant.
Certainly, in the beginning of the practice, many people had looked at him and were amused at his attempts to play as he was only mediocre. He remained unaffected and listened intensely to the conductor's pieces of advice, and by the end of the two hour session, he seemed as good a player as the last chair violinist. The improvement was astounding to say the least. The cello and the violin took years for Light to master. Light wondered how long the strange man had had played in his youth.
"What's are you thinking about so intensely?"
"Oh, a new guy in our orchestra." Light said absentmindedly.
"Ooh, I see." Mello said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Light realized his mistake and flushed.
"No, no! Nothing like that, he is just really weird and yet really-"
"Hot? Sexy? Make you wanna get some...stimulation?" Mello proceeded to perform pelvic thrusting.
"...That is on your list of things I never wanna see again."
"Aww..."
The last thing Light remembered before falling asleep that night were those wide, obsidian eyes and pale skin.
Distantly, he wondered why Ryuzaki was so intriguing to him.
Ohayou: Good morning
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