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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 30, 2010 19:17:49 GMT -5
"Kono omoi wo, keshite shi ma niwa Mada jinsei nagai deshou. Yarinokoshitera koto Yari naowshtimita ikara." A quiet, lilting voice echoed out of the empty classroom. A young girl, looking to be around twelve years of age, twirled to the rhythm of the song, her eyes closed and her hair wavering out around her shoulders in thick, dark golden waves. The door, closed, kept most of the sound from getting out. That's why she chose this place to "Study". No one came after the class was over, thankfully. "Yume no tsuzuki, oikaketaita hazu nanoni. Magarikunetta, hosoi michi hito ni tsumazuku." The song was titled "AGAIN", by the Japanese artist Yui. It called for low notes and somewhat high notes. That's part of the reason the girl had chosen this song to sing for her practice. She couldn't go very high without her voice cracking, like a child's. Suddenly, her voice grew low, as needed for this part of the song. Ano koro minaite modoritae wo kinae wo, Nakushitae shina wo, Sagasheteru! Wakamakunasinone giseini natta youna Kanashii kao wa, Yameteyo!" Her voice grew louder at the word "Yameteyo"; Personally it was her favorite Japanese word. It meant "Victim" and a few other words. She wasn't that good with the foreign language, but she was getting better. She was able to sing the fast paced song with ease.
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 30, 2010 19:27:08 GMT -5
unfriendly clicks of boots sounded, quiet stomps and a few quiet growls, than the sound of the door closed. In the doorway, unfriendly as ever, stood a tall eighteen-year-old Musician. In his hands, an electric keyboard. On the sight of this female in the room, the snow-pale teenager snarled, blood-red eyes narrowing to an extreme. He was soaked head-to-toe, bandages hanging loosely off his skinny body, showing the open and closed scars he bore. Black hair sticking to his face, he turned to look at one of the corners; all were occupied. With another snarl, he stood in the doorway, glaring with all of his might that she would leave.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 30, 2010 21:08:55 GMT -5
"Tsugi sai nagidashonayo, zutta kura kazao de kunda! Hekendujengomaynoni Dai yo matte runo. Shiroinoi moit zuna te youni Motti sunao de hakidashtiyo Nani kara nogarkaende Gen ji tsu de yatsuko," Her voice had been going so fast that she had to pause to catch a breath, stopping her rhythmic dance and opening her eyes, a few shades darker than her honey-colored hair. Her eyes suddenly widened as she spotted the boy in the doorway, covered in bandages and looking over all emo. She felt a pale pink blush spread over her cheeks as she realized that he'd heard her singing. Then she noticed his keyboard. Another student here? "Oh, um, sorry." she muttered, dipping her head quickly so he couldn't see her face. "I'll leave." He must come here to practice too...
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 30, 2010 21:14:22 GMT -5
Taito looked down, holding the keyboard closer to him. He didn't dare look up at her, not at all. The yandere didn't bother - he had to admit, she was quite pretty, but he wasn't one for love or feelings at all. Grumbling to himself, he finally looked up, but kept his gaze away from her, "..Stay.. if you want." the yandere mumbled, "..I only.. play music.." he noted, mostly to himself, than stepped inside, to an area away from her, to play the keyboard a little bit.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 30, 2010 21:21:55 GMT -5
She blinked and nodded. "Oh... OK..." she mumbled, still avoiding his gaze. She didn't really feel like staying... But he'd think that she thought he was weird if she just left. Wow that was a mouthful. So, she just sat down at her seat and cracked open her song book. As it turns out she'd misplaced several words in the song she'd been singing earlier. She felt stupid and looked down at the neat-texted page, as if trying to memorize it all in one glance.
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 30, 2010 21:32:18 GMT -5
Sitting in his secluded area, he set up the keyboard and stared down at his long fingernails. Sighing to himself, he continued to stare, unknown to him if he could actually play it. Finally, Taito shook his head and began to play a gentle, classical, music, softly singing the words with his high-pitched voice. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? Slowly but surely, his voice grew slightly louder as he sang to this song; it was his favorite song. The only song he'd willingly play in public, or around people.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 30, 2010 21:40:49 GMT -5
The girl sighed uncomfortably. Learning Japanese songs was hard... But she enjoyed it. It beat having to avoid all those extremely high-notes in most English songs. She hummed the song gently to herself, then suddenly heard a very high-pitched voice. She looked over at the boy, surprise gleaming in her eyes. She would have expected his voice to be deep, rough. But it was the total opposite.
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 30, 2010 21:45:38 GMT -5
Taito felt eyes on him and he opened his eyes to see the girl, looking at him. A light blush fell onto his snow-pale face and he looked down at the keys, trying to block her out as he continued to play the music, voice dropping down into a quiet tone, only rasing it slightly every so often. "Ima made watashi no kokoro wo umete ita mono Ushinatte hajimete kizuita Konna ni mo watashi wo sasaete kurete ita koto Konna ni mo egao wo kureteita koto.." Taito never liked singing in front of people, and he never felt comfortable even playing music around other people. That's why he barely came out into the daylight, only at night when everyone was sleeping. Hence, his snow-pale skin.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 30, 2010 21:48:48 GMT -5
She started to say something but couldn't find the words. Then she ran her fingers through her hair absently. "You... Play Japanese music too?" she asked, her voice quiet yet filled with wonder.
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 30, 2010 22:24:26 GMT -5
The music stopped, Taito's hands on the keyboard. He stared down at them before nodding slowly. Opening his mouth to speak, he stammered and looked up finally, the words escaping in a quiet, high-pitched voice, ".. I-I.. am.. Japanese.. so..." he mumbled quietly.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 30, 2010 22:29:18 GMT -5
Her eyes widened. "Wow! You are? That's so cool!" Her voice seemed loud, not at all like her normal quiet tones. She cut herself off before she could blab anything else and just looked over at him, a smile twitching the corners of her lips.
((Muse block...))
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 30, 2010 22:33:53 GMT -5
".. I guess." he mumbled, staring off at the front of the room. Taito did not have any want to be here anymore - wanting to stay out of sight, and to hide in his house. However, he he had locked his keys inside his apartment, so he could not go home tonight. Maybe he'd stay with Kaito.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 30, 2010 23:04:25 GMT -5
"What's wrong?" She closed her book and set it back underneath her desk, busying herself so that she wouldn't stare. The boy was vampire-pale... And he was scarred, bandages hanging off him all over. But she wasn't one to judge on appearances; she, for instance, was shorter than most kids her age. Anger filled her for a moment. She'd just called herself short! UGH!
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Post by ;; taito - shion on May 31, 2010 13:19:34 GMT -5
Taito looked up at her finally, staring with a blank, dead look. He shook his head, sending droplets of water everywhere. Sighing loudly, Taito let his blood-red gaze drop to the keyboard once again, with another sigh. In his quiet, rather emotionless, tone, he spoke, "Well.. I locked myself.. out of my apartment.. and it's a storm out there." It wasn't the problem, but it was one. He simply did not feel like saying what he had on his personal mind. It was his business. Not the worlds.
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Post by Cheryl Hyasha on May 31, 2010 15:39:10 GMT -5
She blinked. "Oh." She didn't want to pity him... That might make him feel worse. She knew for certain she didn't want anyone to pity her. It made her mad when someone showed her pity. She didn't want the world to feel sad for her. She could pity herself, but no one else could. ...Would that make sense?
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