Chapter 25 – Performance Going
It was three days after Tarja and Sarome's little "incident" with the costumes, and Kurama was ready. No one else except Sarome, himself, and Tarja were going to Human World. Sarome was changed, and looking great, but uncomfortable with the high slit on the side, and Tarja was still smiling, but, with an anxious look in her face.
"Are you all ready?" Tarja asked. Sarome nodded, and so did Kurama. They all connected their hands in a circle and closed their hands. The past three hours Sarome had been prepping him on what to do during the transformation to the other world. It would be different, not being able to use a portal that Sarome had used.
"That is a blood portal," she said, "if you crossed through, who knows where you would end up." Tarja nodded in agreement.
"Thanks," Kurama said.
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Now, after successfully going into Human World, Kurama was shocked to see how like his place it was. The houses were small yet roomy, the city was full of color, and the people were nice. No wonder it was called Niceville.
"Why are we here?" Sarome asked Tarja. She shrugged.
"Beats me," she said. Sarome sighed, loud enough for the happy couple passing by to hear and look at her ears and tails with a suspicious glance. Kurama looked at Tarja, who shrugged her shoulders. "We are celebrities here in the States, Kurama. I don't know about Sarome back in the Netherlands. Like Never Never land!" Sarome scolded her, and looked as if she was going to run her claws across her throat.
"Come on," Sarome finally said, motioning to form the circle. They did, and the former feeling of heat and wind filled his senses. Before he knew it, he was in a room, one wall surrounded by glass, and the other by shelves after shelves of music. Students holding instruments looked at them with crazed looks.
"Ahh, Sarome and Tarja," said a voice. Sarome turned and saw her teacher, Mrs. Rash, and bowed slightly. Tarja did the same, somewhat forgetting that they aren't in Japan anymore. "Welcome!" Sarome smiled and motioned for Kurama to come here.
"Mrs. Rash, this is Kurama," Sarome said. Kurama bowed, and Mrs. Rash bowed back, obviously been informed on Japanese ways. "You can speak English to him, and he will understand, a quick and easy spell that I used coming from Japan here." Mrs. Rash smiled.
"Welcome, Kurama, I hope you like it here."
"I will find out soon," Kurama said with a smile. Sarome beamed at him, and then turned to her teacher again.
"Can we rehearse at all, Mrs. Rash?" Her teacher nodded.
"You can go use the stage. I'll call up so they can get the booth ready. I hope you don't mind performing. The little kids are out for lunch in about 20 minutes." Whispers were sent throughout the crowd, which Kurama noted, were all older students, probably older teenagers. Sarome bowed a thank you and left.
"That was the High School class. I am going to be the entire laugh! They don't know that I am Sarome out here, not yet!" she sighed. Kurama placed a hand lightly on her back, and sat down on the stage. Above him, he could see people getting ready, and a man carrying microphones came out and handed some to Sarome and Tarja, then finally one to Kurama. He said something that Kurama couldn't understand. Sarome began to speak the same language, and the guy left with a smile and a kiss on the forehead.
"Who was that?" Tarja asked with a mocking tone in her voice.
"A friend. His name is Cris, and he is German," she said, "that is what I was speaking." Kurama nodded, not really understanding but he shook the thought. "We'll start out with Star Gate," she finally said, and the music Kurama knew all too well started up, and they all flew into their movements.