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A/N: One prompt of a few that involves a rose
Prompt: Yuki holds out a rose. A black rose, the petals still wet with ink bled from one of many pens.
Rating: Hard T or soft M. There's implications that can be easily missed.
Rose
Shuichi's throat is raw as the last note bounces from wall to wall, barely heard above the noise the applauding crowd. A different crowd than what he started with – a crowd of dark colors that are oddly at home in the techno colored lights that swim from the stage. If he coughs a little bit – just lightly – to force up the hint of bitter metallic taste to envelop his tongue, he doesn't admit it – and if his band mates hear it, they don't say. It's not a thirst for blood that drives him, but a need for a … reminder.
And that's a little less dangerous than a thirst – a yearning – a lust. So it's safe.
Safer.
He smiles a painted smile from behind a mask of cold thick black eyeliner, below hair that has been dyed bleeding crimson atop innocent pink. The music has faded, but he can still feel the desperate, pain-filled melody that had danced from the bones of their instruments, and the crowd could too. Their cheers of approval at his performance have moved to deafening but appreciative roars, and he bows low in humble acceptance, silent, letting the techno lights beat off his black leather costume in contradiction. His smile transforms into a grin as his face became hidden. It's bitter, almost. Definitely sad.
He had once thought the world wanted to hear melodies of love.
But it was through memories of pain that he is able to speak and connect with them the most.
Hiro and Suguru stand perfectly, deathly still, but he lifts slowly, replacing his dead living smile, and his eyes land on his lover. Standing there, in the shadows of the light, against the side back wall, golden eyes illuminated under golden hair and wearing the same dead expression that has become his emotional paramour. With a small, farewell wave to the crowd the man has Shuichi's undivided attention, and in seconds he's beside him. Silent, not touching.
"Yuki," he greets, and it's soft – almost quiet – filled with a new sense of understanding. A flash of white teeth in a sardonic, biting smile returns the greeting, and Yuki holds out a rose.
A black rose, the petals still wet with ink bled from one of many pens. Without hesitating, Shuichi grabs it, lips forming a matching smile as thorns bite into his ruined fingers and drop blood to the floor. His jewel-colored eyes lock with Yuki's own, and they smile at each other in a manner few are intimate with.
The crowd continues to cheer from their emotional high.
A promotional poster for Choko Company's newly signed band ASK slips from the wall.
And Shuichi's blood drips to the floor.
There will probably be an addition or two to this particular prompt – a before and after. A during, if I feel like it. If you want, you can read this as an … opposite, almost, of submission 2. But it's not. Features the same concept though – that Shuichi's music changes after the attack.
Yes, I have been getting the reviews of suggestions and requests for submissions. I've made a mental note of what you guys are after, it's just that … I'm not ready for those submissions to be posted yet. :) But they will be. Soon. I promise.
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