Something like Suicide
Interval Twenty-two
Prayer to the refugee
Once long ago there was a boy with two things. A dream and a bass guitar. But I am not the boy, in fact I think I may only have met him once... if that. But what little I know I can tell... But his story doesn't start then, it starts when he tired to do the right thing but ended up in the wrong place...
"Grow up." He heard one of his ex-band mates spit. The driver side door slamming shut as said friend stepped onto the sidewalk. At this time of night the bridge wasn't packed with speeding cars, rather only a few passed by each hour. "We can't all make it to the top. We just weren't good enough. Rock is still new. Don't just give up."
Outside, that night, when the wind blew cold and a sprinkle of rain barely drizzled down from the cloud filled sky, was not the first night Ranmaru tasted defeat. His life had been a series of ups and downs, just like anyone else. He was no different, he was not special.
"I did grow up. It's just another pipe dream."
He could hear his friend grumble. He knew how infuriating he was acting. But he would be no differs than his old man, working himself into an early grave just to proved for his family. Being the sole provider for his little sister, he had barely managed to escape going to war. He had hope that he could make it in the music industry. But now he saw reality. His hopes, his dreams, were shattered.
"Fine!" His friend huffed. "Be an average man for the rest of your average life. Just come down."
Ranmaru sighed, yet again defeated. "The water looks beautiful tonight."
OoO
Ranmaru closed his hetero-chromatic listening for the light taps of Haruka's heels to pass by the room. It didn't take long, but neither did packing his bags.
He knew Haruka for years. And her words only a few minutes before had utterly stunned him. If she had truly intended on burning the village to the ground, there would be nothing left. Not that still little store he ran almost all day. Not his home or family. Not even him. Ranmaru couldn't stand the though of those brig gray eyes and annoyingly sweet laughter being erased from the world because Haruka was pissed off. He could stand it. He wouldn't stand for it. All he had to do was slip out and warn Kotobuki to leave with his family. He knew Otoya had been killed, but it was his only chance. He still had a brother and father to think about.
He winced. 'That's right his father was one of the ones Ren was sent to kill' Somehow, in his mind, that was even better. Less people thy had to lack for. Less time to be caught.
The silver haired vampire waited until he heard Nanami's heels hit the end of the hall. She must have dipped into Natsuki's room, because he was the only room down that close to where the second staircase rested that would ascend into the female's part of the house. No one was aloud there except to her beloved Natsuki. He surpassed all the rules.
As he exited his room he kept his eyes carefully on where he believed the red head had went to. He quietly backed away from his room.
"What are you doing?"
The silver haired male almost jumped down the stairs. He turned to look behind him to see Natsuki eyeing him. He gulped. "Well... I was just gunna... go for a walk..."
Natsuki examined his nails. "Going to Kotobuki's house? It's fine. I need to o to town too"
"You disobey Haruka?" Ranmaru was taken back. "Is this a test or something?"
Natsuki laughed, he shifted on his feet and folded his arms over his chest. "No, but we'll need a plan. Come on." he turned heading down the stairs.
"What do you have planned?"
The blonde scowled.
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Ranmaru huffed eager to have oxygen fill his lungs as he stopped at Reiji's driveway. Natsuki, the crazy bastard, had the brilliant plan of letting Tokiya go. He told the blue haired psycho to go hunting to appease Haruka. Both Ranmaru and the blonde knew he would probably be killed before the she-vampire ever learned of their plot, and probably think that he escaped on his own.
But he didn't care what Haruka thought, not right now. He cared about Reiji, about getting the brunette safely out her reach. After a few seconds of regaining his composer he bolted up the driveway.
The door opened before he could even knock. "Ran-Ran?"
The vampire winced at the cute nickname the sleepy person in front of him called out. "Come on, get your things packed."
With a yawn and a rub of his gray eyes Reiji bleakly asked. "Where are we going?"
"Away from here. Get your other brother, Ce-Cecil." He stumbled on the name.
"He's with Myu-chan."
"Then grab some clothes and let's go."
"It's the middle of the night. Would you like some tea or something to calm down first?"
Ranmaru sighed heavily. "No we have to leave." He grabbed the brunette's hand.
"Just calmed down. Let me grab some stuff." He turned slowly. "Ran-Ran, what's this all about?"
"N-nothing important." He could even look at the gray eyed male.
For a second he could have sworn he heard the older man smirk, but he ignored it. For a few minutes he waited, and waited. As snowflakes began to gather he turn back.
"Kotobuki?" He stepped in the house. Only silence answered him. He hurried into the house he had visited so many times before. "No no no!"
Reaching the only member that lived house's bedroom. He opened the door, it rattled as it hit the wall.
There Reiji was, laying on his bed, eyes open wide. His head hung over the edge of his mattress at an odd angle.
"W-why I was going to save you?"
He heard the sadistic voice behind him. He didn't even care how h got there. He probably, in the back of his mind, knew why the other was there.
"Bad boys get punished." That chuckle.
Ranmaru closed his eyes. 'Reiji.'
First, wow wow wow wow! 51 reviews... Wow Omg! Thank you all so much. Which leads into the thank yous for last chapter. BrintySelf, Kiscia, Blunderland, and ScarletHorn, thank you guys so much!
Second, I'm soooo close to being done. So close to the end. And so happy so many people read this.
Third has anyone been watching StarMyu? Dat tsundere