Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or its character; that right belongs to Rejet and their team. Nor do I own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
Author's Note: This story will pick up and become a bit fast-paced. This is your only warning. So if you do not like that, I politely ask you to turn around and leave now because I don't see the point in wasting your time and mine.
DEFINITIONS:
Coloratura(Italian: coloring) - A type of decoration, usually in singing, that is ornate and richly ornamented.
Allegro(Italian: Lively) - The music should be played cheerfully. Upbeat and brisk.
Liberamente(Italian: Freely) - to be free or bold.
Chromatic - Notes which do not belong to the diatonic scale. For example, in the scale of C major (the white notes on the piano), the black keys (sharps and flats) are the chromatic notes.
Lucy took a deep breath after her name was called. She was letting a smile curl the corners of her mouth and walked onto the auditorium stage. Lucy felt a small wave of nerves roll through her body.
It had taken a lot of effort, but she'd gotten the music and brilliantly colored, traditional clothes from Russia. All without her father noticing. Which was a good thing since he was too busy to attend a 'childish' talent show at the school.
As her eyes adjusted to the bright stage lights, Lucy heard hushed whispers from the crowd below the stage. She'd purposefully asked to be last. And with a nod of her head, spritely music began to play. The music she'd come to miss since moving to Japan.
When the beat repeated itself, Lucy began to move in time to the rhythm. The multitude of scarf-like layers of the skirt swayed and floated around her. Lucy felt each slap of her bare feet on the smooth surface of the wooden stage as she danced the timeless dance.
Her arms swung out with carefree abandon as the melody blurred and resonated with an ancient harmony. Lucy felt that power inside her begin to build and pulse in time with her movements. Letting her head fall back as she twirled, Lucy began to sing a wordless tune as only the men had words for this particular song.
When the beat of the drums slowed, and the pan flutes notes became predominant, the music was suddenly chaotic. So, Lucy let her body instinctively follow and jumped, dipped, and spun faster to the beat. Her body was swaying from side to side. It gave the impression of being pulled on by invisible hands. All while laughing between her wordless song.
Shu was stunned. His gaze couldn't move away from the temptress on the stage. The seemingly erratic movements told a story. One of happiness, betrayal, and love. Yet it was a feast to anyone with eyes. The way the colorful dress seemed to accentuate all the movements in time with the song itself. It seemed the stage had come alive.
Shu enjoyed the brief flashes of tiny, bare feet and slender pale ankles. It had a part of him wanting to climb onto the stage and whisk her away. Yet he felt stuck to his seat when a strange halo appeared around Lucy's body. It caused Shu to feel that odd feeling again.
As the music slowed and returned to normal, he watched silently as now flushed and slightly breathless Lucy came to a halt. His eyes bounced between her flushed face and heaving chest bound nicely in a low square cut white blouse and brown leather stomacher. It showed off a tiny waist that flowed into wide round hips.
Desire had Shu curling his hands into first on his lap. He wanted to grab Lucy and pull her flush against his body. To lift her and dominate her very being. Yet his instincts told Shu to be patient to follow the terms she'd set for him.
This made Shu realize his world was no longer dull black and white like piano keys. But it was colored brightly in a bold manner. It was allowing him to understand why he'd become obsessed with Lucy.
TBC!