D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect Weakness ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters, except the clothes they are wearing in this oh so strange fic…

 

Warning: Oh my, this prologue is rated G… amazing coming from me…

 

Note from Israfel: So this is something new, and if people like it enough I will continue it, along with all my other fics.

 

 

Perfect Weakness

 

 

Prologue

 

It started with a scream, an ear piercing scream, Earth shattering and loud; brutal. It made him jump out of his seat. The boy looked over at the stage, across all the people and at the vocalist, at the man letting out that shattering scream. He stared at him mesmerized as he started shouting out lyrics, none of which he understood.

 

Another scream, just as loud and deafening as the first, followed by more lyrics, more blaring music. The song was frantic and filled an untamable form of rage, an anger that just seemed to captivate the boy as the man started to move about the stage climbing on top of speakers and amps.

 

He was saying things, things that made the boys head spin, made him wonder just what he was doing there. He hardly understood the language to begin with… There was another shout, followed by the base that pulsed so loud that he could feel it in the floor, through the table he was sitting at in the back.

 

The boy glance from each band member before deciding that the vocalist was the most enigmatic, the most compelling. He couldn't stop staring, couldn't figure out what was so amazing about that man. The music sped up and the boy looked at the guitarist, at their fingers as they moved up and down at a speed that amazed him.

 

The crowd started to shout, to move about in a more frantic manner, everything seemed so foreign to the boy. He didn't care though, not anymore, he had seen that man on the stage, had felt a strange rush run through him as he started to shout more lyrics, singing them now.

 

He stood and moved away from the small table he was sitting at in the back. He moved closer to the mob of people, scrambling about, shoving and pushing one another. He wanted to get closer to the stage, closer to the figure that was still singing, still making his mind spin.

 

The tempo of the song sped up before cutting off altogether and everyone seemed to freeze, waiting for what was going to happen next. The boy pushed himself past some more people, dressed in some of the strangest things he had ever seen, and closer to the stage.

 

The sound of the drums filled the room, slow and soft, captivating, before the man started to sing, his voice altering, assisted with something electronic. The crowd started to move now, shoving everyone closer to the stage.

 

The boy felt people pressed up against him, moving about, jumping with the music, trying to catch a better glimpse of the band playing. He pushed himself forward, only to suddenly enter a more spacious area, the area where people were shoving one another, hitting, fighting…

 

He looked up at the stage, at the man who screamed once more. He seemed oblivious to everyone, to the crowd and seemed to care nothing of them. The scream faded and the band started to chant something, repeat a phrase over and over again before the vocalist starting to sing something again, in that electronic aside manner.

 

The sound faded once more and the movement of the crowd faded along with it. The boy glanced around and started to hurry past the people who had been fighting a moment before, over to a corner that looked relatively safe to him.

 

The sound of the guitar started up, slow, very slow, soft…

 

Something about it made the boy's head spin as he tried to hide in the corner, watching the man on the stage bring the microphone up closer to his mouth. The vocalist started to whisper into it, softly, slowly, speaking again in the language the he could barely understand.

 

The drums started up, the base and guitars growing louder and louder before the vocalist paused, giving a smirk to no one in particular. That was when he started to sing a word, something that the boy felt like he should know. The word was held, growing in volume till it became a scream, a shout that made the crowd pulse and jump and move about.

 

The man on the stage started to move about shouting and singing in such a strange manner, in a way that captivated the boy who had come into the club on a whim. He moved farther a way, climbing up on top of the speakers once more. The vocalist leaned back some, letting another ear piercing scream out before climbing down and moving back across the stage. He climbed up on the speaker that was near the boy and stood there, listening to the guitar play a duet with the base.

 

His eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the usual people who where there before landing on the boy who obviously wasn't a normal fan. The man brought the microphone up to his mouth again and starting to sing into it again, whispering as the rest of his band sang along, adding lyrics into the music.

 

The vocalist hopped down from the speaker and moved back to the center of the stage, where his whispering slowly morphed back into regular singing. His eyes swept over the crowd, landing on the boy again before closing as the music started to fade. He was left whispering words into the microphone, speaking softly, in a voice that sent chills down the boy's spine.

 

With in moments the song was over, and the band started to gather their instruments up as another walked on the stage…

 

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Okay so this is just the prologue, it's something new that I've been dying to write for quite some time, it's just that every time I started it I didn't like it…even now I'm still a little iffy on this but I liked it better then my other attempts. Now just so everyone knows, this is completely AU and yes, that was Kanda on stage :D Love the idea of him dressed all visual-Kei like… I mean seriously he IS Japanese, he IS pretty, he HAS awesome hair, and his exorcist uniform LOOKS like leather…jrocker style is not that far off for him in my mind, and seriously can you picture Kandy listening to anything other then rock? So why not rock in his own language… Ahhhh the wonders of Kanda in leather… >_> Thar shall be lots in this fic…

 

Au Revoir,

~Israfel~