Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Truth behind the lies ❯ Dirge, music of death ( Chapter 4 )

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Why's everything black? And… where the hell is Shuichi? I swear I see him

smiling at me… Now how could he go that fast? I have to find him…

I have to find him and beg for forgiveness.

Though I don't know where I did it wrong, but I'm sure the reason of our break up is me…

No, not break up. We're still lovers.

But will he say the same when he sees me now?

After two years have passed by, is he still the same forgiving Shuichi?

Well, I don't really give a shit. The most important thing is I have to find Shuichi first.

But why is it my legs still don't move? And my arms hurt…Hell, a storm's even spinning in my head…

I have to move…I'll be damned If I can't meet Shuichi now…

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“He's breathing!” a bald, middle-aged man suddenly barked. Everyone's attention quickly turned to him, including the attention of one certain Tohma Seguchi. The bleach-blonde man had eyes that glimmered with unshed tears—regret and pain reflected clearly in them. He immediately walked as fast as his feet could go, kneeling beside a stretcher where Yuki's body was lying almost lifelessly. He grasps the ex-novelist man's pale hand in his, holding it tightly as if he was afraid to let him go.

“fuck you Aizawa…” the smaller blonde said, voice barely above a whisper. If someone hears him they may be freaked out—because this is THE Tohma Seguchi who's talking. The polite, kind and mannerly Tohma Seguchi, who never lets a dirty word slip from his lips. But now his mind is too preoccupied with his brother-in-law's safety, otherwise because he's the one who's causing it. He's the one who asked Taki Aizawa to `hurt' Yuki a bit, in order to prevent him from attending the concert. But as usual Aizawa always had the control slip from his hands and now he had to face the worst consequences—his brother-in-law's death. Sure, he never wants to think about that. But then again, when he saw his love's bloody form—that thought quickly appeared in his mind. The ex-novelist even stopped breathing for a moment, and when he learned about that his heart suddenly stops beating. Luckily now he's already breathing again—maybe there's a possibility he'll survive. He doesn't know where Yuki got those marvelous strengths but he gives thanks to whatever god to bring him back to consciousness again.

“Excuse me, sir, but we need to bring him to the hospital,” the same bald man said, interrupting his train of thought. Tohma quickly wipes the stubborn tears that fall form his eyes with the back of his hand before he stood up and took several deep breaths to calm himself down. “Will he survive?” the small blonde asked, watching through broken eyes when the medical officers bring the stretcher to the ambulance.

“We don't know about that yet,” the bald man said. “But when he arrives at the hospital, we'll see. Just pray for his safety—we'll do

our best.”

And with that, the man walked away, leaving Tohma alone. He couldn't help but think about why this is happening… He needs to blame someone other than himself. No, the guilt of knowing he's the one who almost brought the one he loves to death is too overbearing… He had to find someone else to blame…

Thinking about it again, why did he ask Aizawa to `hurt' his Yuki anyway?

Oh yeah, so he couldn't go to that stupid reunion concert. And who's the one who made that reunion concert?

Shuichi Shindou.

Yes. That pink-haired brat is the only one who can take the blame… he's the reason why Yuki is in critical condition now.

And that thought brings one conclusion to his head:

He had to kill Shuichi.

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“Bad Luck!!!”

Those words keep echoing through the crowded hall, along with blinding stage lights and hysterical screams. A pair of lavender eyes peek from the red curtain rather curiously—and the owner almost freaks out when he sees how crowded the place is.

“Wow! They all came here just to see us?” Shuichi said in a high-pitched, girly voice. Hiro, his best friend, give him two thumbs up before answering excitedly, “Hell yeah they did!!!”

Shuichi still stared at the crowd in awe, his mind full of the thought of this amazing concert. He was even oblivious to the dark eyes that were staring at him ragingly, burning a hole right through his back. However, Shuichi is not that oblivious. He's more than aware of thepenetrating gaze whoever was throwing him, and just about to turn around when Hiro'swords stop him.

“Weeelll, let's go out there and rock em out, shall we?” the red-haired mansaid, offering him a hand and giving him a reassuring pat on the back. It makes Shuichi let out a goofy grin and small chuckle before Hiro dragged him outside the closed curtain.

But before he left the backstage he swore he saw a man holding a gun in his hand, smirking while letting the shadows hide his appearances.

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“Hold on, sir!”

And here I go again. Why is everybody always telling me to hold on? Hold on from what? It's not that I'll die soon, anyway. I'm still breathing…well, at least I thought I could still breathe. But I still can't find Shuichi.

Where the hell is the brat?

Oh yeah, the concert. He must be there… and I have to go there too.

Damn my weak body and stupid legs. They still don't move.

I try, Shu… I try to move them and walk away from here. I can hear your voice, yet you feel so far away.

Should I give up?

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“Shu!”

Hiro stared oddly when his raven-haired friend gave him a startled look, and raised one delicate eyebrow when the brat blinked several times like an idiot.

“What're you thinking about, Shu? There's a crowd waiting for us and you're spacing out here, right on the stage?” Hiro said again, emphasizing the word `crowd' by pointing at them. Shuichi seems startled again, but fortunately before Hiro had a chance to yell he quickly reigned himself.

“Oh, I'm sorry! It's just that I thought someone was calling me…” Shuichi said apolitically. Hiro give him a rather annoyed huff before patting his back in reassurance, “Yeah, sure. There are people screaming your name, Shuichi. What's with you? It's not that you haven't sung in front of

lots of people before.”

“But, it felt different, Hiro… I can hear it in my mind but I can't hear it here. You see? It's like telepathy—like someone was calling me in a

different place as I am now… Like… it's so far away, yet so close,” the singer explained, more to himself than Hiro. “Uh, well…” the guitarist began, finding the right words to say. Never in his whole life had he found it so hard to talk with a big messed-up brat like Shuichi. And judging by the serious look Shuichi gave him, he was sure that his best friend wasn't joking. “Um, let's talk about it later, okay? We must show our professionalism, Shu. Don't let your feelings take over… you understand, right?” the red-haired managed to say.

Shuichi let a small huff escape from his lips; his shoulders slumped down in mild disappointment. But Hiro's right—he couldn't let his fans down now. They'd already waited ages for Bad Luck to hold a concert again. He looks up, fists curled into small balls—the right one was gripping the microphone so tightly it almost cracks. When his sight falls to the yellow, blinding lights on stage all he could think of is Yuki. Blinding and captivating—until he can't avoid it and falls completely on his arms.

And he couldn't help but think how stupid he is.

“Earth to Shu… spacing out again, no?” Hiro said in annoyance while crossing his arms over his well-defined chest. Shuichi smiled his goofiest

smile ever, before bouncing and shaking his head frantically. “I'm okay! Let's rock!” the singer yelled, and as soon as the words

slip from his mouth the crowd starts screaming again.

He waves his hand to the crowd, throwing a sweet smile though he felt a strange jolt begin to form in his stomach. He just hopes the concert will be okay and it's not Yuki who's calling his name.

And he hopes the man he saw backstage is just an illusion.

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A sudden sharp intake of breath caught the paramedics off guard and they immediately rush to his side, checking his pulse and oxygen supply. Tohma watched from a distance when the doctor quietly let out a small smile—hoping that it's a good sign.

“Well, Mr. Seguchi. It looks like your brother-in-law is already conscious again,” the man said, walking towards him while smiling a charmed smile. Tohma let out a relieved breath—unaware he'd already held it for so long.

“But however, you can't talk to him now. He needs some time to recover—but you may stay in this room if you want. Just try to make less noise so he won't wake up,” the doctor informed him again. He nodded, quickly thanked him and practically praised him before the doctor went to the other room. As soon as the doctor was out of sight he ran towards a small bed where Yuki's body was lying—now hopefully not lifelessly.

Tohma's heart clenched when he grasps the novelist's pale hand in his—all he could feel is the faint sound of his love's heartbeat. Never in his life has he ever thought about how beautiful one simple beat can be. Though it resounded far and faintly—but it's a rhythm of his love's life.

Minutes passed by and the president still doesn't let the ex-novelist hand's go. He just watched in desperation at the taller blonde's face, hoping he could see his yellow eyes soon. Before his wish could come true, however, his cellphone began to vibrate. He unwillingly tears his eyes off of his brother-in-law and quickly picks up the phone.

“What is it?” the blonde asked in annoyance. He heard a raspy, weak voice answering him carefully as if afraid to make him mad.

“I'm sorry Mr. Seguchi, but I can't do this…”

Tohma's eyes immediately narrowed in anger. “I don't give one fucking shit at that, Aizawa. Either you shoot that ugly brat or I'll bring you both to death!”

On the other line, Taki Aizawa winced as he held his cellphone far from his ear. Damn, Tohma Seguchi could be so frightening sometimes. Well, not sometimes. Anytime he'd smile or just even stare, it's enough to scare the hell out of him. And now he began to think the man was going crazy. Maybe his protectiveness against his brother-in-law named Yuki Eiri led into an attraction, and attraction led into an obsession. And obsession led to… Well, he himself can't name it but he's sure Tohma Seguchi wants to control Yuki Eiri completely and make him his, no matter what.

He doesn't really care if it's not him who had to help Tohma doing that..

“Has the concert already started?” Tohma's voice radiated from the cellphone, softer this time. Taki lifted it to his ear so he could hear better

and hopefully the president of NG won't yell at him again this time. “Yeah, it's been about ten minutes since the concert started. Should I

shoot him now?” Taki asked, gripping the gun he held in his hand tightly. He swore, from the day he hired a gang to rape Shuichi, he would never hurt the boy again. Especially when he learned that the brat had already moved to the US, he even felt pity boiling in his heart. But Tohma always forced him to do these sins… and he couldn't do anything but obey him.

“Just wait for a moment, until he sings a slow song. People usually get `hypnotized' at a time like that and it will be easier for you. But be

careful and I don't give a shit if you're chased by the police—as long as you don't speak a word about me. And I swear, if you tell them who asked you to do this, I'll hunt you down and you will be more than sorry. Is that

understood?” Tohma said nonchalantly in a warning tone. It made shivers run down the younger man's spine, and Taki had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. His suspicions are right—Tohma Seguchi has gone completely crazy.

“Yeah, I understand that, Mr. Seguchi.”

And with no words the line went dead and Taki stared at the stage blankly. Why him? Is he cursed or what? Is it because of his sin of hurting Shuichi back then? If it's so, he prays to whatever god to bring mercy on his soul. He won't kill anyone, he doesn't even want to hurt anyone anymore...

And as the song faded into a slow, sweet rhythm, Taki knows it's the music

of the singer's death.

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Yeah, you've been alone

I've been gone for far too long

With all that we've been through

After all this time I'm coming home to you

Never let it show

The pain I've grown to know

With all that we've been through

After all this time I'm coming home to you…

The crowd fall into a blessed silence—letting the sweet, tender voice of Bad Luck's singer captivated them. The soft baritone voice melt with the

slow melody of Hiro's acoustic guitar, blended in the most perfect way.

I reach toward the sky

I sent my goodbye

My heart's always with you…

At the corner of the stage, at the place where no one can tell of his appearance, Taki Aizawa stood weakly. The gun in his hand almost fell from his loosened grip as he heard Shuichi's voice—and for once, he had to admit that the brat really does have talent. It felt different when he

sang—Shuichi always pours his emotions and feelings in every word that escapes from his lips. As if it's not just a word, but a symbol of what he felt inside.

I won't question why

So many times my prayer had made it through

And with all that we've been through

After all this time I'm coming home to you…

But he had to do this, now, if he wants to stay alive. But will he survive to

live a life full of lies, running away from everything?

But it's still better than death.

And with that thought, he pulls the trigger and pointed it at the singing

creature before him.

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The once-silent hall filled with screams as the shot echoed through it. People started running, trying to rescue themselves with no care about the body that was lying on the stage. His raven hair become crimson red, caked in his own pool of blood. Two bullets had shot him right in his chest and his hands flew to the broken skin, trying to prevent the blood from falling.

But the pain is too overbearing. With one last breath he looks up to the ceiling, hoping his eyes will stay open so he won't sleep—afraid he may never wake up anymore.

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(The song is by Avenged Sevenfold)

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