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Title: Performance
Author: Sevrah aka _andricongirl
Characters/Pairings: Haruhi, Kaoru, Hikaru, Kyouya, Tamaki.. Impiled Haru/Kao & Haru/Hika
Rating: PG-13
Words: There's quite a few.
Dsiclaimers: Ouran are belong to Bisco Hatori.. and the songs are from mewithyou (A---B life).. I do not own rights to either one.
Summary: This is a hard one to explain. I love mewithoutyou. I love watching bands perform. I got inspired by the two and wrote an Ouran thing about it. I tried, I think I failed actually. Oh well. I suggest listening to the mp3s provided to get a "feel" of what my head images are trying to say. I listed them in order as to how they are listened on the album. I suggest to get the album.. because the WHOLE thing is good.. and that's rare for me to say.
Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
Gentlemen
(A)
Be Still Child
lyrics
She trudged her way through the back alleys of Tokyo, making her approach to the address hastily scribbled on a torn piece of paper she held. Her gaze lingered on the black painted building where she came to a stop. The tiny sign beside the door that read "Black Cat" in white strokes had told her that this was her final destination. She remained puzzled, wondering why of all places this was where he had told her to meet. Bars where the last thing she expected any one of them would direct her to, especially the cramped rooms that were constructed in the murky back streets off the main road.
The large door that opened unexpectedly had made her jump and she stared at the large man holding it open. He leered at the startled woman for a moment before his face softened into a smile. An arm ushered into the darkness as he spoke.
"Please, go right on in."
Lined brown eyes widened as she crumbled the paper in her fist and moved her bag strap further onto her shoulder in assurance. Her heels clacked as she steeped over the threshold and into the dimly lit hall. Vision had adjusted slowly as she followed the small maze of hallways and bodies. She kept checking over her shoulder at the things she had passed, searching for a familiar face to explain this further.
The last hallway ended, leaving her eyes to squint at the room she had entered. The lights shone only a tad brighter than the dark path she had tread. People casually dressed littered the open area in small gatherings, conversing and joking. Voices clashed together into one muffled noise to her ears. Her face held a tight expression of confusion as she looked around, still hoping to see someone.. anyone she knew. In her investigation, she saw the stage towards the front. A full drum kit was erected in the center, surrounded by two amps and boxes on each side. A five string, black gloss-coat Ibanez rested in proud display on a stand, next to a light blue Gibson guitar that seemed to be in pristine condition. She noticed the hunched body beside the stands, a black hood had hidden any identifying features. She leaned on her toes and tilted to the side to see this figure, a man as she noted, wiping down a white Stratacaster that was set in stance next to the other stringed instruments.
An expression of annoyance had swept over her face. She continued her exploration around the room. A bar was stretched on the left wall, an open hallway separating it and patrons from the entrance. Stacked speakers obstructed her view to the backstage area from where she stood. She still didn't
see anyone she knew. She murmured to herself, "If it wasn't him asking me.. I would just leave.. wait, I should just leave."
She nodded in agreement to herself and turned on her heels. Her bag slid off her shoulder and down into her hand, gripping tight as she took a step forward.
"Eh?"
Her body didn't moved forward as she planned. A foreign weight was felt holding her waist back and then a body pressed against her back. Her eyes widened and raised her arm, ready to swing the bag.
"Long time, no see Miss Haruhi."
Soft-shadowed lids blinked repeated as her mind processed the voice in her ear. The familiar tone caused her body to relax and she turned around to greet the boy with a playful smack of her bag against his chest.
"Kaoru! Don't scare me like that. I was wondering where the hell you were."
Green eyes seemed to sparkle brighter in the dull light as they peered down at her face, twisted in a angry relief. He laughed as his arm slithered from her waist to rub the area where she struck him.
"Sorry.. what's in the bag?.. A dictionary?"
"No."
Kaoru smirked and pulled the drink he held in his other hand up to his lips. He noted that she didn't get the joke. A swallow was taken of the liquid he had. He leaned and wrapped an arm around Haruhi's shoulders, offering the cup to her nose with a questioning look. When her nose crinkled and her head turned at the smell, what seemed to be whiskey, his lips moved to her ear to speak.
"You look nice.. Maybe a bit overdressed."
She stared out into the masses with a deadpan look at the comment. Looking down at herself, she was well aware that she didn't quite fit in. In her hurry to leave her office for this meeting, she didn't have time to change out of her black dress suit. She tilted her head to examine Kaoru's wardrobe. Simple black pants that hung off his waist with a thick leather belt. An army green military flack jacket was buttoned all but the top, exposing a tuft of white collar to stick out. His red hair was parted and styled as usually, spiked and flattened in just the right places though from her last visit, she noticed the hair was longer. She swatted at the cup that was swayed in front of her nose again.
"If you would have SAID something, maybe I could have dressed better."
His lips twisted up in a small grin as he straightened himself to look around the room. He loosened his arm around her shoulder and pulled his weight back. Another swig was taken from his drink and he hunched his upper body down in a childlike fashion.
"Aww, but we'd ruin the surprise."
".. We'd? .. What surprise?"
A snapping noise, followed in a light feedback sounded through the speakers. She lifted her head to look at Kaoru in question, only to see him bobbing and weaving through the crowd with with drink held high in the air. Her teeth gritted as she mumbled some noise of irritation. She watched as he made it to the edge of the stage, pulling himself up. Her eyebrow quirked. Another noise was heard that shook her daze and focused on the stage fully.
There she saw Kyouya, standing behind a microphone stand. His stance was regal, further complimenting the long black coat that was draped perfectly on his body. The bass that she saw before was hanging from his shoulder and his left hand stationed on the neck. His gaze was cased to the crouching figure behind him, that she noted was where Kaoru had ran off to. He had nodded up to his company, reaching an arm out to play with the tuning keys on the Gibson he had resting on his thighs. She looked on, noticing the white guitar was still untouched on the stand. To the drum kit, she squinted to only see dark hair. The crash cymbals had obstructed her view as to the identity of the player, but she had a feeling that she didn't know this person.
The last figure she saw gracing the stage was that of Hikaru. His attire was basic as his brother's. Plain green cargo pants wrapped loosely on his legs and a black wifebeater covered his chest. He stood with his side to the crowd, who had begun to move closer to the stage. She noticed his stance was tired, watching him wrap a cord once around his neck and leaving his microphone to dangle against his chest. His stare broke with the movement of his mouth, words that Haruhi couldn't hear over the noise, spoke to Kyouya.
Her eyes narrowed as she took in this scene before her. The only thing that drove her mind was, "What?". Maybe she had been gone too long. It was possible for things to change in the two years she left to study aboard in America, but for some strange reason, she could not fathom any understanding in what was going on. She let out a heavy sigh and held her eyes closed for a moment. When they reopened, she moved forward along with the other bodies closer to the stage.
Her movements were caught by Hikaru's eyes as he stared out to the sea of faces before him. The corners of his lips twitched as his held a small frown. The girl looked up at the feeling and meet him with her own heated stare. To him, the world slowed. Her face the only one of detail in the numerous others that gazed up. His body straighten, stiffening his muscles as the reality returned to him. Eyelids flinched and narrowed as his spotted the tall blonde figure walking behind Haruhi.
A painted lip twitched as she observed his actions. Her eyes dropped into a heavy blink as she sigh quickly. She felt the hate in his eyes. A hate she thought would have depleted with her absence. She thought again about whether she should just leave, but a hand resting on top of her head had cleared her mind in surprise. She whipped around, the balls of her black heels sounding as if they were sliding on sand. Violet eyes greeted her, lips displaying a large smile. Lashes fluttered in a blink and her eyes rolled to the hand on her head.
"Tamaki. What's-"
Before any other words left her mouth, Tamaki's hand ruffled the short brown locks. His arms then stretched out and took the small girl into a hug. He had squeezed so hard, she thought her head would explode. She wriggled to sign him to let go, but he leaned down to her ear.
".. Just watch. There's something you need to hear."
He said no more and was gone before she took in all the words. Her mouth hung open slightly as she caught a fleeting glimpse of blonde move behind the speakers to the backstage. She looked onto the stage to the bodies that were basked in a blow glow. They had moved into a basic formation. Kyouya, to the left. Kaoru to the right, sharing the area with Tamaki who strapped the unclaimed Stratacaster on his own shoulder. The middle was left to Hikaru, taking a hold of the microphone tightly. His arm pulled out, sliding the cord that remained around his neck to allow movement. His glare returned to her, who held a look of awe.
The crowd rumbled into cheers and shouts when deep notes filled the room. Kyouya's slender fingers plucked at the strings, starting the set with a slow, melodic sound. She stood in the sea of unknown bodies, lightly knocking into her as they moved. Her eyes reconnected to Hikaru, moving down to stare at the scar below his lower lip. She frowned at the sight, knowing how that the imperfection was from her own hands. Her view was obstructed when the microphone moved his mouth.
The sound that came out was nothing she had heard from him before. A soft voice, singing along with the deeper echo of Kyouya's own. This would be the only time she would hear either one before the emotion erupted and the words grew louder to a scream.
..."Everything was beautiful.. and nothing hurt."
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fin.
Author: Sevrah aka _andricongirl
Characters/Pairings: Haruhi, Kaoru, Hikaru, Kyouya, Tamaki.. Impiled Haru/Kao & Haru/Hika
Rating: PG-13
Words: There's quite a few.
Dsiclaimers: Ouran are belong to Bisco Hatori.. and the songs are from mewithyou (A---B life).. I do not own rights to either one.
Summary: This is a hard one to explain. I love mewithoutyou. I love watching bands perform. I got inspired by the two and wrote an Ouran thing about it. I tried, I think I failed actually. Oh well. I suggest listening to the mp3s provided to get a "feel" of what my head images are trying to say. I listed them in order as to how they are listened on the album. I suggest to get the album.. because the WHOLE thing is good.. and that's rare for me to say.
Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
Gentlemen
(A)
Be Still Child
lyrics
She trudged her way through the back alleys of Tokyo, making her approach to the address hastily scribbled on a torn piece of paper she held. Her gaze lingered on the black painted building where she came to a stop. The tiny sign beside the door that read "Black Cat" in white strokes had told her that this was her final destination. She remained puzzled, wondering why of all places this was where he had told her to meet. Bars where the last thing she expected any one of them would direct her to, especially the cramped rooms that were constructed in the murky back streets off the main road.
The large door that opened unexpectedly had made her jump and she stared at the large man holding it open. He leered at the startled woman for a moment before his face softened into a smile. An arm ushered into the darkness as he spoke.
"Please, go right on in."
Lined brown eyes widened as she crumbled the paper in her fist and moved her bag strap further onto her shoulder in assurance. Her heels clacked as she steeped over the threshold and into the dimly lit hall. Vision had adjusted slowly as she followed the small maze of hallways and bodies. She kept checking over her shoulder at the things she had passed, searching for a familiar face to explain this further.
The last hallway ended, leaving her eyes to squint at the room she had entered. The lights shone only a tad brighter than the dark path she had tread. People casually dressed littered the open area in small gatherings, conversing and joking. Voices clashed together into one muffled noise to her ears. Her face held a tight expression of confusion as she looked around, still hoping to see someone.. anyone she knew. In her investigation, she saw the stage towards the front. A full drum kit was erected in the center, surrounded by two amps and boxes on each side. A five string, black gloss-coat Ibanez rested in proud display on a stand, next to a light blue Gibson guitar that seemed to be in pristine condition. She noticed the hunched body beside the stands, a black hood had hidden any identifying features. She leaned on her toes and tilted to the side to see this figure, a man as she noted, wiping down a white Stratacaster that was set in stance next to the other stringed instruments.
An expression of annoyance had swept over her face. She continued her exploration around the room. A bar was stretched on the left wall, an open hallway separating it and patrons from the entrance. Stacked speakers obstructed her view to the backstage area from where she stood. She still didn't
see anyone she knew. She murmured to herself, "If it wasn't him asking me.. I would just leave.. wait, I should just leave."
She nodded in agreement to herself and turned on her heels. Her bag slid off her shoulder and down into her hand, gripping tight as she took a step forward.
"Eh?"
Her body didn't moved forward as she planned. A foreign weight was felt holding her waist back and then a body pressed against her back. Her eyes widened and raised her arm, ready to swing the bag.
"Long time, no see Miss Haruhi."
Soft-shadowed lids blinked repeated as her mind processed the voice in her ear. The familiar tone caused her body to relax and she turned around to greet the boy with a playful smack of her bag against his chest.
"Kaoru! Don't scare me like that. I was wondering where the hell you were."
Green eyes seemed to sparkle brighter in the dull light as they peered down at her face, twisted in a angry relief. He laughed as his arm slithered from her waist to rub the area where she struck him.
"Sorry.. what's in the bag?.. A dictionary?"
"No."
Kaoru smirked and pulled the drink he held in his other hand up to his lips. He noted that she didn't get the joke. A swallow was taken of the liquid he had. He leaned and wrapped an arm around Haruhi's shoulders, offering the cup to her nose with a questioning look. When her nose crinkled and her head turned at the smell, what seemed to be whiskey, his lips moved to her ear to speak.
"You look nice.. Maybe a bit overdressed."
She stared out into the masses with a deadpan look at the comment. Looking down at herself, she was well aware that she didn't quite fit in. In her hurry to leave her office for this meeting, she didn't have time to change out of her black dress suit. She tilted her head to examine Kaoru's wardrobe. Simple black pants that hung off his waist with a thick leather belt. An army green military flack jacket was buttoned all but the top, exposing a tuft of white collar to stick out. His red hair was parted and styled as usually, spiked and flattened in just the right places though from her last visit, she noticed the hair was longer. She swatted at the cup that was swayed in front of her nose again.
"If you would have SAID something, maybe I could have dressed better."
His lips twisted up in a small grin as he straightened himself to look around the room. He loosened his arm around her shoulder and pulled his weight back. Another swig was taken from his drink and he hunched his upper body down in a childlike fashion.
"Aww, but we'd ruin the surprise."
".. We'd? .. What surprise?"
A snapping noise, followed in a light feedback sounded through the speakers. She lifted her head to look at Kaoru in question, only to see him bobbing and weaving through the crowd with with drink held high in the air. Her teeth gritted as she mumbled some noise of irritation. She watched as he made it to the edge of the stage, pulling himself up. Her eyebrow quirked. Another noise was heard that shook her daze and focused on the stage fully.
There she saw Kyouya, standing behind a microphone stand. His stance was regal, further complimenting the long black coat that was draped perfectly on his body. The bass that she saw before was hanging from his shoulder and his left hand stationed on the neck. His gaze was cased to the crouching figure behind him, that she noted was where Kaoru had ran off to. He had nodded up to his company, reaching an arm out to play with the tuning keys on the Gibson he had resting on his thighs. She looked on, noticing the white guitar was still untouched on the stand. To the drum kit, she squinted to only see dark hair. The crash cymbals had obstructed her view as to the identity of the player, but she had a feeling that she didn't know this person.
The last figure she saw gracing the stage was that of Hikaru. His attire was basic as his brother's. Plain green cargo pants wrapped loosely on his legs and a black wifebeater covered his chest. He stood with his side to the crowd, who had begun to move closer to the stage. She noticed his stance was tired, watching him wrap a cord once around his neck and leaving his microphone to dangle against his chest. His stare broke with the movement of his mouth, words that Haruhi couldn't hear over the noise, spoke to Kyouya.
Her eyes narrowed as she took in this scene before her. The only thing that drove her mind was, "What?". Maybe she had been gone too long. It was possible for things to change in the two years she left to study aboard in America, but for some strange reason, she could not fathom any understanding in what was going on. She let out a heavy sigh and held her eyes closed for a moment. When they reopened, she moved forward along with the other bodies closer to the stage.
Her movements were caught by Hikaru's eyes as he stared out to the sea of faces before him. The corners of his lips twitched as his held a small frown. The girl looked up at the feeling and meet him with her own heated stare. To him, the world slowed. Her face the only one of detail in the numerous others that gazed up. His body straighten, stiffening his muscles as the reality returned to him. Eyelids flinched and narrowed as his spotted the tall blonde figure walking behind Haruhi.
A painted lip twitched as she observed his actions. Her eyes dropped into a heavy blink as she sigh quickly. She felt the hate in his eyes. A hate she thought would have depleted with her absence. She thought again about whether she should just leave, but a hand resting on top of her head had cleared her mind in surprise. She whipped around, the balls of her black heels sounding as if they were sliding on sand. Violet eyes greeted her, lips displaying a large smile. Lashes fluttered in a blink and her eyes rolled to the hand on her head.
"Tamaki. What's-"
Before any other words left her mouth, Tamaki's hand ruffled the short brown locks. His arms then stretched out and took the small girl into a hug. He had squeezed so hard, she thought her head would explode. She wriggled to sign him to let go, but he leaned down to her ear.
".. Just watch. There's something you need to hear."
He said no more and was gone before she took in all the words. Her mouth hung open slightly as she caught a fleeting glimpse of blonde move behind the speakers to the backstage. She looked onto the stage to the bodies that were basked in a blow glow. They had moved into a basic formation. Kyouya, to the left. Kaoru to the right, sharing the area with Tamaki who strapped the unclaimed Stratacaster on his own shoulder. The middle was left to Hikaru, taking a hold of the microphone tightly. His arm pulled out, sliding the cord that remained around his neck to allow movement. His glare returned to her, who held a look of awe.
The crowd rumbled into cheers and shouts when deep notes filled the room. Kyouya's slender fingers plucked at the strings, starting the set with a slow, melodic sound. She stood in the sea of unknown bodies, lightly knocking into her as they moved. Her eyes reconnected to Hikaru, moving down to stare at the scar below his lower lip. She frowned at the sight, knowing how that the imperfection was from her own hands. Her view was obstructed when the microphone moved his mouth.
The sound that came out was nothing she had heard from him before. A soft voice, singing along with the deeper echo of Kyouya's own. This would be the only time she would hear either one before the emotion erupted and the words grew louder to a scream.
..."Everything was beautiful.. and nothing hurt."
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fin.