Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Corvus and Sialia ❯ Introduction ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Crimson Blood Fangs 
Bad News...
... WHAAAAAAAAT?!
HIKARI'S LEAVING THE BAND?!
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.24.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 318 | Status: Completed
Bad News...
... WHAAAAAAAAT?!
HIKARI'S LEAVING THE BAND?!
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.24.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 318 | Status: Completed
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Kaya sat in his office, headphones on this head. He leaned back in the office chair and sighed, black hair falling behind the chair. Music. It was probably all he still loved in the world. But he wanted to be much more active in it. What use did he feel in directing as a side job? None at all.
He sighed again. "No use in thinking about that now is there," he mumbled to himself. He spaced out again, listening to the music and ignoring the opening of his office door. Ah, the guitar, the one instrument he always loved so dearly, other than his voice. But he envied the guitarist of this band he loved so much, Infinity Blood Restraint. It reminded him of the fact he hadn't been practicing, and he was probably rusty . . .
So he put them together, and stood. "Why am I still here?" He put on his jacket and walked out. Fuck directing, I'm going back to playing and Dalia can kiss my ass. He walked out the building before Dalia could say a word, or get security to keep him from leaving.
---
I can't believe it . . .
I can't BELIEVE this is HAPPENING. Our guitarist, my friend, Hikari, has told me that he wanted to retire from the band. It came as a shock to us all, but it can't be helped, I guess. I had never thought he would leave. Kinda impossible to forget about him . . .
The 21-year-old vocalist, Dragon, was strumming his guitar in the music room, less than an hour before the concert would. He sighed, trying his best to take his mind off the surprising night.
Tonight will be the last night with Hikari. More than likely, Hikari's last performance. Dragon sighed again, lost in his own mind. Paying little attention, he accidentally snapped one of the strings off the guitar and hurt his finger, thus focusing on reality once more. "Fuck . . . !"
---
Kaya walked down the busy city street. He didn't want to go home yet, not until he was beat tired, as usual. He had many places he could go, but why return there now? He walked by a pub, where he knew there was a concert going on soon. Why not go see my favorite band? He paid the doorman to let him in and stood with the rest of the crowd there. He felt a bit more relaxed, now that he was in a familiar environment, one that he loved being in.
---
The other members in the band were in their own rooms, getting ready for the concert as well. Dragon checked the time on his watch; there was only 10 minutes until the show. He replaced the snapped string and laid the guitar beside him before getting up from his seat. . . . Perhaps some fresh air outside would do me some good . . . Walking toward the door, he turned the knob and pulled it open, walking outside. Dragon headed backstage, where he couldn't be seen; he looked around, seeing that their equipment was ready to go and went over to the curtains, peeking through the outside. Heh, I wonder how these fans will react when they hear the news . . .
---
Kaya sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He seemed to forget his position as a director, and was recognized by several people. I can't go anywhere in peace by myself! He sighed, but wasn't rude to the people that continued to bother him. He looked at his watch as soon as they left him alone. Three minutes until the show. He left the bar and stood at stage front.
---
Dragon turned around, but jumped back in surprise, Kage, Infinity Blood Restraint's drummer, simply standing in front of him. "FUCK! Don't do that . . . !" He twitched.
Kage sweat-dropped. "Are you alright? You don't seem like yourself today. Still thinking about that Hikari, are we?"
". . ."
". . . Guess I was right . . ." Kage sighed, placing a hand on the vocalist's shoulder. "Come on, man. The least you could do is make it the best memory for all of us . . .”
". . ." The blue haired man nodded, agreeing. ". . . Alright, I'll do my best . . ."
"No, WE will do OUR best . . ." Kage grinned up at the older man, Dragon returning the grin wholeheartedly.
"Alright then, let's give them something to remember, shall we?"
"You bet!"
---
A few moments later, the band gave a startling entrance with Hikari's guitar playing and then the curtains slid open, revealing all four members; the crowd shouted in glee at the sound and the sight. Dragon stood out in front of the audience, a microphone in his hand. "Heh, hellooo everybody," he said ecstatically, grinning. "Before we start . . ." Dragon walked around the stage, looking through all their fans, old and new. "We got, uh, some . . . news . . . for you guys . . ." He coughed, clearing his throat.
Kaya raised an eyebrow, intrigued and trying not to "fanboy" too much as many of the other fans in the crowd were. Sudden news on a concert night is never good . . . He became somewhat placid.
Dragon stared hard at the audience. He smiled at them, yet, all he felt was sadness and a frown placed inside of him. "This news . . . might . . . break your hearts but . . ." The vocalist tilted his head to the side, looking over at their guitarist, before turning his head back to face them. ". . . Our guitarist, Hikari, is leaving . . . our . . . band . . ."
Kaya's didn’t think he could close his mouth. He wanted to wake up now. The same guitarist that gave him this epiphany was now . . . giving up? No way, impossible. What was he thinking? Why leave when great things are happening?!
The crowd became quiet; several whispers could be heard. Dragon gripped his microphone tightly before speaking again. "Yes . . . he's leaving . . . and we wish him the best . . ." He continued, "Folks, this will be his last performance with us and I want us to have the greatest time of our lives . . . !" He looked over at his band, raising an arm "Let's do this . . . !" The concert began, and they played their best that night, as if it was the last day they were going to live . . .
Kaya sat in his office, headphones on this head. He leaned back in the office chair and sighed, black hair falling behind the chair. Music. It was probably all he still loved in the world. But he wanted to be much more active in it. What use did he feel in directing as a side job? None at all.
He sighed again. "No use in thinking about that now is there," he mumbled to himself. He spaced out again, listening to the music and ignoring the opening of his office door. Ah, the guitar, the one instrument he always loved so dearly, other than his voice. But he envied the guitarist of this band he loved so much, Infinity Blood Restraint. It reminded him of the fact he hadn't been practicing, and he was probably rusty . . .
So he put them together, and stood. "Why am I still here?" He put on his jacket and walked out. Fuck directing, I'm going back to playing and Dalia can kiss my ass. He walked out the building before Dalia could say a word, or get security to keep him from leaving.
---
I can't believe it . . .
I can't BELIEVE this is HAPPENING. Our guitarist, my friend, Hikari, has told me that he wanted to retire from the band. It came as a shock to us all, but it can't be helped, I guess. I had never thought he would leave. Kinda impossible to forget about him . . .
The 21-year-old vocalist, Dragon, was strumming his guitar in the music room, less than an hour before the concert would. He sighed, trying his best to take his mind off the surprising night.
Tonight will be the last night with Hikari. More than likely, Hikari's last performance. Dragon sighed again, lost in his own mind. Paying little attention, he accidentally snapped one of the strings off the guitar and hurt his finger, thus focusing on reality once more. "Fuck . . . !"
---
Kaya walked down the busy city street. He didn't want to go home yet, not until he was beat tired, as usual. He had many places he could go, but why return there now? He walked by a pub, where he knew there was a concert going on soon. Why not go see my favorite band? He paid the doorman to let him in and stood with the rest of the crowd there. He felt a bit more relaxed, now that he was in a familiar environment, one that he loved being in.
---
The other members in the band were in their own rooms, getting ready for the concert as well. Dragon checked the time on his watch; there was only 10 minutes until the show. He replaced the snapped string and laid the guitar beside him before getting up from his seat. . . . Perhaps some fresh air outside would do me some good . . . Walking toward the door, he turned the knob and pulled it open, walking outside. Dragon headed backstage, where he couldn't be seen; he looked around, seeing that their equipment was ready to go and went over to the curtains, peeking through the outside. Heh, I wonder how these fans will react when they hear the news . . .
---
Kaya sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He seemed to forget his position as a director, and was recognized by several people. I can't go anywhere in peace by myself! He sighed, but wasn't rude to the people that continued to bother him. He looked at his watch as soon as they left him alone. Three minutes until the show. He left the bar and stood at stage front.
---
Dragon turned around, but jumped back in surprise, Kage, Infinity Blood Restraint's drummer, simply standing in front of him. "FUCK! Don't do that . . . !" He twitched.
Kage sweat-dropped. "Are you alright? You don't seem like yourself today. Still thinking about that Hikari, are we?"
". . ."
". . . Guess I was right . . ." Kage sighed, placing a hand on the vocalist's shoulder. "Come on, man. The least you could do is make it the best memory for all of us . . .”
". . ." The blue haired man nodded, agreeing. ". . . Alright, I'll do my best . . ."
"No, WE will do OUR best . . ." Kage grinned up at the older man, Dragon returning the grin wholeheartedly.
"Alright then, let's give them something to remember, shall we?"
"You bet!"
---
A few moments later, the band gave a startling entrance with Hikari's guitar playing and then the curtains slid open, revealing all four members; the crowd shouted in glee at the sound and the sight. Dragon stood out in front of the audience, a microphone in his hand. "Heh, hellooo everybody," he said ecstatically, grinning. "Before we start . . ." Dragon walked around the stage, looking through all their fans, old and new. "We got, uh, some . . . news . . . for you guys . . ." He coughed, clearing his throat.
Kaya raised an eyebrow, intrigued and trying not to "fanboy" too much as many of the other fans in the crowd were. Sudden news on a concert night is never good . . . He became somewhat placid.
Dragon stared hard at the audience. He smiled at them, yet, all he felt was sadness and a frown placed inside of him. "This news . . . might . . . break your hearts but . . ." The vocalist tilted his head to the side, looking over at their guitarist, before turning his head back to face them. ". . . Our guitarist, Hikari, is leaving . . . our . . . band . . ."
Kaya's didn’t think he could close his mouth. He wanted to wake up now. The same guitarist that gave him this epiphany was now . . . giving up? No way, impossible. What was he thinking? Why leave when great things are happening?!
The crowd became quiet; several whispers could be heard. Dragon gripped his microphone tightly before speaking again. "Yes . . . he's leaving . . . and we wish him the best . . ." He continued, "Folks, this will be his last performance with us and I want us to have the greatest time of our lives . . . !" He looked over at his band, raising an arm "Let's do this . . . !" The concert began, and they played their best that night, as if it was the last day they were going to live . . .