Demon Diary Fan Fiction ❯ Acidic ❯ Looking at you through the glass ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: And I finally update! I'm sorry to everyone who I've kept waiting, but things really have been hectic. I'm going to try and get into a more regular updating pattern, however.

 

 

Disclaimer: I own the band “Demonic,” but none of its members, and none of the people associated with said band. I do own the teacher, the club, and the school bully. Sucky how these things work out, ain't it?

 

 

x(X)x

 

 

Raenef had dusted, swept, polished and generally assaulted the house from top to bottom. The dishes were dried and sparkling, the movies and CDs were alphabetized, and the furniture had been rearranged a grand total of seven times.

 

 

The house was spotless, and Raenef was out of things to do. He couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate on books or television, couldn't even eat. And now he was stuck with his thoughts, which were unacceptable.

 

 

He thought of his mother, gone for weeks on end. He thought of his father, dead of a drug overdose. He thought of Erutis, still angry, and Chris, still worrying.

 

 

He thought of Eclipse. He thought of Meruhesae. He thought of the two of them together, entwined, until it made him scream.

 

 

x(X)x

 

 

When Eclipse stumbled over his own lyrics for the third time, Krayon called a break. While Meruhesae and Raenef wandered to the guitarist's little-used kitchen, chatting hollowly, Krayon and Eclipse remained.

 

 

“So should we go shopping for new vocals, as well? Because we're not going to get shows with a piss-poor performance like that.” The blonde's voice was cutting, as it had been for the past few days. It was a lesson, Eclipse thought, not to ever make Krayon this angry again.

 

 

“I'll get it together,” he murmured stiffly, not wanting the two darlings in the kitchen to overhear. “Today's going to be hard, though. And there's nothing I can do about that.”

 

 

If he had expected his friend to soften at this, perhaps even offer understanding, he was sadly mistaken.

 

 

“We all know what today is, asshole. And we all miss him. But do really think he'd be touched to watch you screw up the band he built?”

 

 

It was then that their drummer and bassist wandered back in. Another day, Eclipse would have been angry at the interruption. Today he was glad to be saved the humiliation of answering. It seemed, however, that he was not the only one faring poorly. Meruhesae patted Raenef lightly on the shoulder before speaking.

 

 

“Do you guys think we could go home and practice individually today? I know it's not best, but we're all down today.”

 

 

Though Eclipse did not object to the sentiment itself, the gesture confused him. “What's wrong with Raenef?” he half-snarled, worry and lingering guilt creeping in. “Is he sick?”

 

 

Raenef shook his head irritably. Three sets of eyes were appraising him, however, and so he forced himself to answer.

 

 

“It's an anniversary. My dad died six months ago.” `Hesae squeezed his arm lightly. Eclipsed wondered if he was imagining the way Raenef flinched. “And if any of you start feeling sorry for me, I'll smash your head into the wall, `kay? So save it for someone who needs it.” The silence stretched, grew heavy.

 

 

Finally Krayon piped up. “We won't if you won't. We've got an anniversary of our own today.”

 

 

Suspicious blue eyes shot up, flicking from face to face and back again. When no punch-line seemed imminent, he shrugged. “Fine, then. Same time tomorrow?

 

 

“Fine. Same time tomorrow, right?