Ha ha!!! That's right, I lied about that too!!! And finally I have continued this story!
Now, don't get any ideas about this song being sung to the tune of "WE Will Rock You" by Queen, because it's just not on.
Chapter 4: All Cows Go "Moo", But Can They Rock Too?
In the days following Ayame's melody there was a tense atmosphere around the house where people spoke in whispers and only when necessary. Everyone lived in solitude, refusing to react to others for chance of being caught out, and only Kyo and Ayame dared to leave the house as they had nothing to worry about, and so became grocery buyers for the enormous amount of food that was being consumed. So great was everyone's fear of singing that some had taken to their rooms, refusing to come out except for meals, others had simply decided on a vow of silence, Hiro had resulted to the extreme; gagging himself so as not to allow an intelligible sound to escape him.
Therefore, the household could be found around evening, sitting in complete silence watching a programme on television that, although everyone but Ayame hated, was not challenged by the fellow housemats who refused to move from their positions. Kyo was helping Tohru make yet another meal in the kitchen, where brief snatches of conversation could be heard, and Haru had got up to tune the almighty electric guitar after sitting still and doing nothing since about 6:30 that morning, but other than that there was only movement when someone adjusted themselves or went to the toilet- which was rare.
This routine had been going on for four days now…
It was during yet another episode of Next Top Model that Tohru called for dinner. Everyone nervously glanced to their left, right and middle before inching themselves off their seats and shuffling to the table. Ayame glanced back to see who was getting voted off this episode and spotted one person who had not moved towards the food.
Something very odd was happening to Haru. He stood, showing only his white side, in front of a gap in the partially closed door, where the setting sun sent an angelic glow around his head as he put his hands together as if praying. He raised them above his head and clapped them together twice, then reached out to the heavens for the briefest of moments before repeating the action. As the crowd of people grouped slowly around him he clapped with greater intensity, thrusting his arms forcibly upwards, gesturing everyone to do the same. Soon, the score of inhabitants currently staying at the Sohma residence were clapping and gesturing with ferocity and it was then that Haru's intentions became clear: He picked up the guitar he had tuned earlier and strummed a set of chords before he started singing, still with only his white side showing.
"Buddy I'm a good man, nice man,
No sense of direction
But that don't matter to me.
I'm a good hearted guy,
A little bit shy,
And I will be till the day that I die.
Singing I will, I will, Rock you!
I will, I will, Rock you!
While he had been singing he had moved in front of the crowd and was now on their right, his black hair rippling in the wind that had come through the open window of the darkened landscape. Now looking dark and dangerous he sang.
Buddy I'm a bad man, rough man,
Don't listen to anyone,
Living life the way I want.
I've got attitude,
I'm in a bad mood,
And all I am is angry and rude.
I will, I will, rock you!
I will, I will, rock you!
I will, I will, rock you!
I will, I will, rock you!
Having now negotiated his way to the middle of the stage, Haru kicked open the door to allow the last rays of light to consume him as he started a wicked guitar solo, his white hair flying around as he played to the crowd. However, as Shigure started tapping his hands on his knees in a rhythm Haru suddenly flung himself sideways into a darkened corner, his black eyes glaring at his family as a much more aggressive sound came from the guitar he had in his hands. It was a fight between himself and neither side wanted to lose. Abruptly, it stopped and Haru stood dead centre, facing forwards, his hair entangled and a shadow crossing his features.
Buddy we're tough guys, hard guys,
Liven' with each other,
Two personalities.
We've got different ideas,
Ways of handling our fears,
And we don't plan on stopping for years
We will, we will rock you!
We will, we will rock you!
We're gonna ROCK YOU!"
And that was it. He stepped off the elevated platform and calmly picked up the television remote.
"This show sucks," was all he said as he flipped through various channels, coming to rest on an intense detective drama and earning a cheer from the house; the evil reign of Next Top Model was over!! Haru then walked into the kitchen, sat himself down and began to eat. He obviously found nothing daunting with singing about his twisted personality if he no longer had to worry about singing, and he ate calmly with Ayame and Kyo while everyone else forced down their food in dry gulps and cursing the day the learnt to speak.