Fan Fiction ❯ +Crescendo+ ❯ smears ( Prologue )

Prologue~ It seems as if there were 9 from heaven, and 9 fromhell. Almost all who were able to face their fate,almost all who were able to play their roll in thehuman society, a rivalry dated back sense the days offutal Japan. Some of them still in existence,alliances of magic and curses, some who have died, orrepent currently in the souls of the hearts ofinnocent human bodies, or are contracted with thedevils from any nature. Some are evils themselves.Whining there way through classical and music of theage. They feel nothing but hate for each other, theyseek only affection that none of them can have, we arethe 18 borne of Crescendo. <*><*><*><*> "No!" a boy went running down the streets his longblonde hair disguised his sex with the help of themake up that defiled him. "No! It can't be!" he ran upthe steps of a shrine. Dead leaves seemed to cry out to him as he crunchedthem with his tiny feet, he reached the door of theshrine and they came open before he could touch them,it seemed as if they came open on impulse, or him justsimply wanting them to be open. He stopped like dead wind at what he saw drawn outlike an oil painting before him. The back wall disheveled with the dark color of red,smeared across its walls in some sort of gothic signof hate. It ran all the way onto the floor in a puddle thatmade him gag, and yet. The massive pool dragged on.While standing in the doorway, blood fell upon hisporcelain cheek. The tune of a dying music box cried out in the roomand bounced off the closest walls. He looked for its source, to find a desk, drenched inblood, the music box over flowing in it! He coveredhis mouth in hopes to keep whatever he ate last in. The blood that dripped off the edge of the desk caughthis eye, and he was horrified at the site, he hadn'tnoticed the missing corpse. But now he new that thecorpse had never been missing; it was shovedruthlessly underneath the desk, the head of his bestfriend leaning to one side, held together by the verythreads of flesh itself. The stench was starting to make his eyes water, hedidn't know how much longer he could last in thisplace! Blood dripped on his head, the music box playedout its last notes as his eyes sorrowfully gazed backup to the desk. That's when he saw the violin box with a now redenvelope sitting on top of it. He picked it up and thewet blood stuck to his fingers and seemed to want tobe absorbed into his own flesh, but it wouldn't allowthat, he saw parts of his name on the front of thisenvelope, and he opened it up, as the tip of the foldopened, the blood dripped onto his hand, he took outthe once fresh letter on it's white and red paper, He mused that it almost seemed rather patriotic, whiteand red. After all, this was Japan, he wondered howlong until people found out about what had happened tothe techno star. He unfolded the letter out of it'smany folds, he sighed in sorrow, and he saw the prettykanji his friend had used, he used to write the boynotes in class. But that would be all over now. Infact, it was over when he dropped out of high schoolto join this group of classics and techno rave. The letter simply read: Soretsuki: things are beginning to unfold, and therestarting to get ugly, I'm writing this letter to youin advance incase something happens to me in the nextlittle while, don't worry about the press, don't worryabout anything. Just take the violin and go toMagumase's and he'll help you with everything. Dropout of school. It will do you know good, your life isin music now. You are one of the 9. Sincerely Kagushimi "And how in the hell am I Supposed to just dropschool? What do you mean? Why do you leave me with somany unanswered questions?" his voice was that of thewinds, Nonetheless. He would carry out his friend's wishes,and he took the violin case and smeared blood onto thedesk, this would be the last time he entered thisshrine, he would never set foot here again, he sworeto himself, and at the same time, he thought tohimself, //Looks like I'm going to star in a band now. So longKagushimi. // Walking aimlessly down the empty streets of the dyingday, he held the handle of the violin case in both ofhis hands; it brushed up against the leather on hislegs, but didn't bother him at all. You would thinkthat one would be thinking a million thoughts as ofnow, and thinking a millions of thoughts composing newones. But his mind was like a calm river, and could becomeviolent at any time, not one to be tampered with. Hiseyes were focused on the ground, the streets and thepeople didn't matter, and the dying day brought aboutthe midnight crowd. // Who did it? // Was his mainquestion. The anger began to rise in him, and theriver began to churn. Then around him the atmosphere and the people seemedto pause and turn gray, leaving the one walking towardhim in a full explosion of color. The brown hair that hung to his chin, the brown trenchcoat that flowed like wind behind him, and it seemedlike he hadn't seen him at all! The dark blue eyeslooked right threw him, but how could he be seeingthis person? How was it possible for him to see thisflesh walking toward him? Because. He was dead! Had he not just 10 minutes ago walked into the shrineand find it painted in blood? He came closer, and thecloser he came the faster his heart beat, he felt itexplode inside him but he was still a living being.And then all was confusion as this dead man walkedright past him without even a word of acknowledgement! As there shoulders lightly touched, he heard the soundof the music box blaring in his head, but slowly, withan erotic beat that made him want to go mad, he fellto his knees. The figure only continued to pass. Andthen he blacked out. Awakening to a dark room he couldn't find the ceiling,it was barely outlined with a gold glow that continuedalong the lines of the room, but the hollow spaceremained black, he didn't feel any pain. He feltabsolutely nothing. Had he been rescued? How helplesshe must have looked. Lying there on the streetsprawled out in somebody's path. In someone else'sway. He felt strange, unfamiliar, like he was in anotherdimension. He sat up and looked ahead and tried tomake out what seemed to be hands, pale hands. And the music box was there as well. Overflowing withblood! And it continued to play out that tune hefeared would haunt him till the end of his days. Onlythis time, the box seemed to speak to him in its tune.He could barely make it out, blood is life, and life isdeath, and the inevitable and it was cut off by theclosing of the lid, which dispersed the blood intomany directions, "Who are you?" He demanded from thepair of hands. // This is fucking ridiculous! // He thought tohimself in anger, "Who am I?" a voice said and thehands moved, dropping the music box as it shattered onthe floor, without realizing it he was standing, hefelt the blood seep underneath his feet, as a secondthought came to him, // This is sick // "Yeah you who the hell do you think I am talking to?"He asked angrily. No sound was heard for a moment, asickening silence is really what it was, and thenthere was the sound of a step and the blood splatteredonto the Soretsuki's leather pants. The shoes soundedlike a pair of heavy boots. And then the palest bluegray eyes he had ever seen came to face with his. He gasped and was then laughed at by slightly partinglips, "You don't talk to hell." He said quietly hiswhole figure seemed to come into view with thedarkening of the gold glow, "It can only talk to you."Soretsuki looked confused. But that was onlyreasonable right? "Was it you?" Soretsuki thought, it could have beenhim! He could have killed him! His voice was that of alow growl, but could easily be scared away. "No." hesaid. His light blue hair had a white glow to it.Luminous, "Your…" he was only terrified now. The longears he had, they fit his face perfectly, "An elf!" Hewas tall and graceful. His lips were also a pale blue."Yes." He whispered, "I am only here to help youSoretsuki." His eyes went wide at the mention of hisname and he took a step back and fell down. "How doyou know my name?" His blonde hair fell over hisshoulder, his make up long sense smeared. "We all." He paused in his sentence, "Know your name."Soretsuki glared, // what am I going to do now? // Hethought. The elf replied, as if he had heard histhoughts. "You are to play with us tonight Soretsuki.You are our newest member; I'd like to welcome you toRhapsody."