The Lone Musician
Chapter Eight – Room 549
I'm randomly dedicating this chapter to Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix. The ending is too sad. I need to strive toward that sadness at the end with this story. Mwahahaha.
My other dedication is to The Fight, whom I greatly respect and love. YOU ROCK, K8! I'll feature one of my own songs soon! Mweeheehee!!!
Disclaimer: Devil Is A Crybaby belongs to me Devil May Cry doesn't. Enjoy.
I think I got this next chapter up pretty on time for once! YAY!
Morbid Angel: I love cliffhangers and have learned from the greatest… *glances at Serena*
Kizna1200: Wow. That's really interesting! That makes the name much more worth while… Hell, I'm going to put it right here, quoting you: The agent name Lapis Lazuli, I found this a few days ago on my holiday, Lapis Lazuli is a semi-precious stone, it is said to help find inner truth and wisdom, cool eh? Sounds like Lazul, she's looking for the truth.
Interesting, ne? Have a nice chapter reading!
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They left the motorcycle in the small driveway in which cars were allowed. Lazul still looked relatively sullen. Dante, still looking concerned, shot her a reassuring smile every now and then, but Lazul didn't even look up. They climbed the stairs up to her apartment, then came face to face with room 549 and the same black door with the white polka dots. Lazul produced a key from her pocket, then pushed it into the door, twisted it gently, and the door became ajar. Dante kicked the door open with his foot, luggage filling his arms. Dante walked in, followed by Lazul into the crowded main room.
"I'll show you to the guest room..." she muttered. Dante was baffled for a moment. Guest room?
"This apartment as a guest room? Seems awful-" he stopped in mid sentence has opened a door into a short hallway, branching of to other doors. Lazul walked down a little ways, then open the door second on the left, then stepping inside. Dante followed and entered the room. It, too, was painted completely black but was covered in childish drawings in crayon that went until mid wall.
"This is the room I spent half my life in. I spent most of my time drawing and writing. Mostly poetry, so that's how I got into music." Lazul said, sitting down on the bed that was propped against the wall. It was bright blue, but it hurt Dante's eyes to look at it. He dropped his suitcase on the ground and his guitar case on the bed, opening it and taking out the instrument tenderly. Her pushed the case carelessly away and off the bed, then sat down on the bed as well, his back to Lazul.
"It's a nice, little room." he said, nodding slightly. Lazul said nothing. Dante tried to think of something to say, though it was quite hard.
"I know I haven't been helping much. I know you probably don't trust me either. But, I want to help you anyway I can. What the government has done to you is wrong. Sickening even. What they did to you doesn't makes me regret what I did for them in the past..." Dante spoke quietly. Lazul listened intently. Too much was on her mind, but she tried to push it aside. She smiled sheepishly at the floor. She felt glad that some was staying with her. But, Dante's words replayed in her head. He thought she didn't trust him. Well, if she didn't trust him, she wouldn't even let him into her home. Suddenly she winced. Headache. She picked herself off the bed, her limbs seeming frail as she stood up, supporting herself against a wall.
"I'm going to bed... Explore if you like." she turned back, her eyes slightly bloodshot. "Um, there's a TV in the room across the hall?"
Dante imitated a 50-second victory dance in silence. Lazul smiled slightly before walking down the hall to her room. After a few feet, she reached the door to her room. Smoke was pouring out of it, but it smelled much nicer than earlier that day. Fragrant jasmine replaced the burning smell she opened the door, seeing the semi-clean room that had belong to her since she was 13. It still felt uncomfortably small, even after living here for so long. She closed the door behind her and she looked around her room. Blue tie-dyed sheets on her black, four-poster bed. The covers puffy and mixed shades of red, orange, and yellow. The walls were a creamy white. You could barely tell due to the fact that posters covered almost every inch of the walls, even the ceiling. Ropes she had woven by hand hung from the ceiling and other parts of the wall. She walked over to the small desk next to her bed and turned on the her relatively small stereo. The familiar and relaxing sounds of Enya filled her mind. Her tense muscles gave out and she decided to lie there, turning over so slightly as to get her head on the pillow. Slowly, the music faded away and she fell into the darkness of sleep.
Dante sat in bed, the light flickering slightly and dim. He swiped a bit of his silver bangs from his face as he glanced at the floor walls that now contained him. It was morning now. He could tell by the blinding sunlight protruding through the broken shade covering the window. His thoughts wandered for a moment, then he heard the beginning of a mesmerizing tune. It was piano. He must've been dreaming. That same voice broke his train of thought. That sweet voice that belonged to one person. He exited his room and followed the melodic tone, taking his father's guitar with him.
I had a dream that I could fly
I can feel each moment has time goes by
We'd never be to far away
You would be here I heard you say...
He stepped slowly into Lazul's room, noticing her sitting at the piano bench of a dark red piano. Her eyes where closed, but her fingers danced across the keys. His hands instictively flew to the strings of his guitar, strumming in harmony with Lazul's melody.
Lazul didn't seem to notice Dante was there until the song ended with a sweet little guitar solo. She turned to look at him, looking paticularly flushed and bewildered.
"Why are you in here?" she saked, particially out of surprise. Dante put the guitar aside and shot her a small grin.
"You're voice is just too..." he said, expressing some effort on how to put the next word.
"Words and sentences, Dante... Or do I need to send you back to school?"
"I can't put it in words... It's too beautiful... Maybe the words that someone would say if they look directly into those emerald eyes."
Lazul flushed deeper than she ver had around Dante. She was at a loss for words. Dante had just said that she had eyes with the same about of beauty as her voice. She thought that she had been blessed with a voice, but not the blessed with beauty.
"Are... You feeling alright?" she asked slowly. Dante looked up, the realization that he said that out loud.
"Um... I-I-I mean... Ah... Oh man..." he stuttered, blushing deeper than she. The tension between them rose as neither spoke for a good 5 mintues.
"So, um, on the way here last night, I saw advertising for a karaoke contest. It's happening next week." Dante said, suddenly bringing Lazul back to attention. She grinned genuinely.
"Karaoke? Excellent!" she ran over to CD player, pulled out a CD, shoved it in, and starts thrusting her fist into the air, jumping up and down as the Final Fantasy Fanfare Theme kicked in. Dante laughed slightly. This contest was going to be interesting. So, he would wait until the week passed.
But that week was full of that same song every morning.
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I shall take requests for the karaoke chapter. And there's more of a contest now. I'm not imitating you, Serena! ^_^ I'm holding a contest for the CD cover of the Devil May Cry… And if anyone wants to bother, my band, Tristen Lemons, needs a CD cover too! Give it your best shot! ^_~
Send all entries to lionheart_gurl@hotmail.com!
Later!
-Cait-
