Sorrow's Conception

Prologue

An Applause went through the dimly lit club then quieted down to social chatter. A blonde business man turned his back to the bar, drink in hand. His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses moved to the stage where shadows moved in the darkness. When the stage lights lit up they revealed three young women no older than twenty.
One picked up a red and white guitar, another went to the synthesizer, and the last took hold of the mic.
“Please welcome back Sorrow’s Conception!” A man announced from beside the stage, his voice carried through the club.
As cheers arose, the music started.
“Thank you all for coming, this song we wrote just for you!”
The singer bobbed her head for a moment then belted out her beautiful voice.
The pale haired synthesist, lifted her fist in a silent cheer, her right hand working the key board as the singer turned slightly to watch a girl who looked like her twin.
The red eyed girl moved up next to her purple eyed songstress to rock her guitar solo.
The man at the bar smirked to himself before finishing his drink and scribbling on a card.
Handing it to the barkeep, he stood and listened to the last of the song before walking out, hands in his pockets.
From outside he opened his car door and could still hear the roar of the small crowd inside. Glancing back he got in and drove away.

Chapter One:

Exiting a taxi, three girls walked up to a tall building in Tokyo’s core.
One held a piece of paper with writing on it. Her red eyes glanced from the paper to the name of the place. N.G Productions.
“Well this is it guys.” She announced almost bored.
“Wow…it’s so…” The blond girl fell back, still looking up. “Big!”
“Yumi, you’re such a klutz!” The girl with amethyst eyes said to the one on the ground.
“Kumiko,” The first turned to her sister, “What the hell does NG stand for?”
“I dunno Mitsuki!” Kumiko announced, “Perhaps Noir Gitch?”
“Really?” Yumi asked now back on her feet, amber eyes on the glass doors.
“No!” Mitsuki hissed lowly just as someone walked out the doors.
“Well, let’s go in.” Kumiko suggested, “We’re going to be late.”

Opening a door, all three walked inside the luxurious foyer but not before…
“Shit!” Kumiko barked, “I broke a nail!”
“What’s new?” Mitsuki asked walking up to the woman behind the desk.
The woman’s eyes moved to the youngest of the three whom was standing under a ceiling fan watching it go around, and around, and around. Her head moving in the motion she asked, “What is this?”
“Why isn’t it stopping?” She asked again.
The secretary’s jaw quickly dropped.
“Don’t mind her, she’s blond.” Kumiko whispered from beside her twin.
Handing the woman the slip of paper, Mitsuki rolled her eyes slightly. Yumi suddenly started to reach for the high fan…
“Hey, slow down I’m…getting…dizz….”
“Thirteenth floor, to the left, last door.” The receptionist told them quickly.
Yumi looked around and found her two band mates walking out the door.
“Hey, wait for me!” She cried chasing after them.
Yumi was the first out of the elevator, and the first to fall face first. The twins stepped around her and kept walking, to the left.


Opening the door Kumiko turned to see the man behind the desk first.
“Nittle…” She started.
“Grasper…” Mitsuki finished in awe with her sister.
The man chuckled offering with his hand the seats before his desk.
Mitsuki closed the door.
Yumi flung open the office door with tears in her eyes, “Hey, why did you leave me there?”
“Why didn’t we lock the door?” Mitsuki asked herself.
“I didn’t call for an assistant, leave.” The man behind the desk told the girl.
“I’m not an assistant!” She proclaimed, “I’m a synthesist!”
“Our Synthesist!” Kumiko announced a bit bluntly.
“Please forgive me.” He looked at Yumi, “Please sit down.”
Yumi glared at the other two before taking a seat before the man.
“I am Seguchi Tohma, President of N.G Productions.” He smiled to the girls who were all now blushing slightly.

Just as the trio was about to depart from Tohma’s office, their backs to him a pink bunny rabbit head popped inside the door. Voices could be heard from beyond.
“Is it safe Kumagoro?” Someone asked.
The bunny nodded. Mitsuki arched a thin brow as the door slowly opened.
“Don’t frighten the girls Ryuichi…” President Tohma said from behind the three.
The door was flung open the rest of the way, “Na No Da!”
“Ryuichi!” Yumi cried dashing forward only to trip over her feet and plumit towards the ground at his feet.
“Why me?!” She cried sitting on her knees now, tears in her eyes from embarrassment.
“Because you’re a klutz.” Kumiko announced walking up behind the girl.
“I know!” She cried even more.
The blond suddenly stopped crying when the pink bunny was shoved in her face.
“Kumagoro says be happy.” Ryuichi told her, crouching behind his stuffed animal.
The girl smiled making the singer smile too.
“Arigato gozaimasu Tohma-sama.” Mitsuki said, bowing to the man.
He simply nodded. Mitsuki walked past Yumi and her sister, squeezing out the door.
Kumiko lifted her band mate up and let the singer of Nittle Grasper inside who waved after them. Yumi waved back.
“Come back and play again soon!” Ryuichi called after them.
“We will!” Yumi called back, dragged by the songstress.

Outside they found Mitsuki reading over the contract. Yumi grabbed it and hugged it to her chest, eyes like stars.
“So how long do we have until our album deadline, Mitsuki?” Kumiko turned to her sister, away from the dancing giggly Yumi.
“Six months.” The red eyed guitarist announced flatly.
“WHAT??!!” Yumi and Kumiko cried.
Mitsuki closed her eyes, “We have a lot of writing to do.”
“You’re telling me?!” Kumiko was stunned.
“He’s demanding.” Yumi frowned. “Is six months really enough time?”
“Of course.” Mitsuki said turning to walk towards the road. “We all have ideas and we all can write songs, so lets get going.”
Yumi sighed with Kumiko, Mitsuki let a silent one out as she lit a cigarette.

The Following Day

The light pink cell phone on the bedside table started to play a tune. Kumiko rolled over from under her snow white sheets to groggily take the phone in hand.
“Hello?” She answered tiredly.
She jumped up with wide purple eyes.
“We’ll be there as soon as possible.” She announced.
She glanced at the phone now hearing a dead tone.
“Well that was rude.”
Shrugging it off she dialed a number, walking to the bathroom.
From inside the taxi Kumiko dialed her sister.
“Mitsuki, get dressed,” She told her, “I’m on my way to pick up Yumi then you.”
“Why?” Came the other voice.
Kumiko smiled and pressed the end button. Giggling to herself she smiled.
“That was kinda fun!” The cabbi chuckled turning down a street.

Yumi dragged herself into the cab already holding the singer.
“Why did you wake me up so early?” She closed the door turning her dark circled eyes to the girl next to her.
“We’re meeting our Producer.”
“Oh!” Yumi was suddenly awake and very excited.
“Wait where’s Mitsuki?”
“She died last night.” Kumiko held back her laughter, trying not to smile.
“What?” Yumi was surprised then sad, “When? How?”
“I’m teasing, we’re picking her up now.” Kumiko chuckled waving her hand, “You’re to serious.”
“You sounded serious!” Yumi said huffing to cross her arms under her breasts.
The songstress laughed again at the younger girl’s pouting face.

“What is she wearing?” Yumi questioned, watching Mitsuki lock the door to the house she still shared with her mother.
“I don‘t believe there are words to describe what she‘s wearing.” Kumiko examined the knee high lace up boots then the fishnets and torn jean skirt.
Her eyes went to the single strapped black top that showed only a little cleave of her sister’s large breasts.
Mitsuki opened the door and sat inside, pulling her long black hair up into a ponytail.
“You look cute.” Yumi smiled to her friend.
“Thank you, I just threw it together.”
“We can see that.” Kumiko announced sarcastically.
She was soundly smacked on her arm for the comment. The cab pulled away from the curb.

Entering the conference room on the eighth floor, Kumiko adjusted her little black strapless dress. Sitting at the rectangular table was the President and a brown haired young man. The two stood to greet the girls.
“Welcome ladies, please allow me to introduce to you Kazuma Matsuo.” Tohma said motioning his hand towards the young man. “Your new producer.”
Mitsuki and Kumiko shook hands with Matsuo briefly before Yumi ran up and hugged him tightly.
“Utsuse Yumi desu, Hajimemashite!” The blond shouted into the poor man’s ear. He chuckled.
“Do you have any material ready, we head to the studio immediately.” The President asked them. The girls pointed to their heads simultaneously.
“We got it covered.” Mitsuki announced with a smirk.
“Good, but I have one more question.” Matsuo began, “Did you bring your instruments?”
Their faces fell. “No.” they sighed.
“Very well, for today you may use Nittle Grasper‘s.” Tohma told them exiting the room.

Inside the studio Mitsuki was behind the glass tuning a guitar. Kumiko and Yumi stood side by side next to Tohma and Kazuma whom both had their arms folded.
Playing a few notes she nodded her head and looked at them through the glass, giving a thumbs up.
Yumi squeeled rushing inside to the president’s own synthesizer. Kumiko walked up to the hanging microphone and holding her hand up over her shoulder so the other two could see, she counted down from four.
Three…
Two…
One…
Mitsuki started on her guitar a repetitive tune then leaned into the mic in front of her.
“What have you done now.”
The guitarist kept going to be joined by Yumi on the keyboard and Kumiko’s soft humming.
“I know I’d better stop trying, you know there’s no denying, I won’t show mercy on you now…” Mitsuki was joined by her sister, “I know I should stop believing, I know there’s no retrieving, It’s over now…What have you done…?”
“What have you done now?!” Mitsuki sang into the mic strumming her instrument quickly.
“I, I’ve been waiting for someone like you, But now your slipping away, Why, why does fate make us suffer, There’s a curse between us, between me and you….”
“What have you done, what have you done, what have you done, what have you done now.” Mitsuki smirked at her sister in the reflection of the glass.
“Would you mind if I killed you?, Would you mind if I tried to…” Kumiko closed her eyes singing softly.
“We’re going to be rich.” Matsuo said in awe.
“Correction,” Tohma said, “I’m going to be rich and you’re getting paid.”
They both smiled and turned back to the all girl band performing for them.
They heard the door fling open and people rushed into the mixing room to crowd it, and it spilled out into the hall. Everyone was entranced by their performance.

Tohma bid the girls good night and left with their producer, to discuss the album.
As they turned the corner another trio walked down towards the other studio across the hall. All three girls spilled out with cheers into the hallway to jump up and slap their hands together in a triple high five.
“We did it!” They cried happily together.
This drew the three males to look at them oddly.
Yumi saw them and pointed at them boldly, a serious look on her face (for once).
“Competition!” She shouted aggressively.
“Oh, by the way Ladies.” Matsuo announced poking his head around the corner, his brown eyes holding a mischievous gleam. “Tohma booked you in for a live performance tonight.”
“Tonight?” Mitsuki asked to be sure, utterly surprised.
“Mhm, Your opening for Bad Luck.” He finished disappearing behind the wall.
“What?!” The three guys shouted and Three girls fainted.
Upon hearing the three thuds the producer came back around the corner, “Oh dear.”
His eyes closed and he sighed. “Working already.”
The studio door holding the angry trio slammed shut.

Pacing back and forth, wearing lines in the wooden floor the girls fidgeted and bit their lower lips nervously.
Mitsuki stopped first.
“Why are we nervous, we’ve done this before.”
Yumi poked her head through the curtains.
“Wait, you’re right.” Kumiko said turning to Yumi who whimpered.
“But there’s so many more…” The blond whined.
“We’re going to have to get use to it.” Kumiko sighed just as Bad Luck came up behind them, The singer glaring at them.
Mitsuki shot him a cold glare right back causing him to trip into the garbage can he walked into.
Grabbing the black and red guitar from the stand she walked out onto the dark stage, tying the white blouse under breasts. Yumi tied it at her side and adjusted the same black school girlish skirt the other two wore.
“See you out there guys.” Kumiko winked just as Shuichi pulled himself from the trash.
“And now!” The announcer started, “Opening for Bad Luck, Sorrow’s Conception!”

The crowd booed and chanted, “Bad Luck!”
The second the lights went on the crowd went silent. Many eyes ogled the girls, some slaps echoing in the silence.
“This song is called, Somewhere.” Kumiko announced before closing her eyes and letting Yumi start the piano.
“Lost in the darkness, Hoping for a sign, instead there’s only silence, Can’t you hear my screams?” The crowd was entranced, some leaning forward with anticipation.
“Never stop hoping, need to know where you are, But one thing’s for sure, you’re always in my heart…” The lights around Kumiko dimmed, shining more on her as she sang.
“I’ll find you somewhere, I’ll keep on trying, Until my dying day, I just need to know, whatever has happened, the truth will free my soul…”
“Lost in the darkness, tried to find your way home, I want to embrace you and never let you go, Almost hope your in heaven, so no one can hurt your soul, living in agony, ‘cause I just do not know, where you are…”
Mitsuki dragged her pick along the string, mimicking the sound of a violin.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw the guys of Bad Luck sticking their heads through the curtains, they looked like a totem pole.

“More! More! More!” The crowd chanted loudly. Kumiko saw a look of hatred pouring at them from the singer of bad luck’s eye’s.
Sticking her tongue out at him she turned back to the crowd, “Here’s one my sister wrote!”
Kumiko pointed towards the guitarist who waved before strumming down hard on the strings. The crowd went wild.
“What have you done!” Mitsuki shouted aggressively into the microphone making the people roar. “I know I better stop trying, you know there’s no denying, I won’t show mercy on you now…”
Kumiko joined, “I know I should stop believing, I know theirs no retrieving, it’s over now…”
“What have you done?” Yumi bobbed her head moving her fingers over the board.
“I, I’ve been waiting for someone like you, but now you’re slipping away, oh, why, why does fate make us suffer?, there’s a curse between us, between me and you…” Kumiko back up and sang into the same microphone as her twin, “Would you mind if I hurt you? Understand that I need to, wish I had other choices, then to harm the one I love…”
“What have you done?” Mitsuki cried out with her own silky voice.

Later That Night

As three shots were lined up before them the girls simultaneously reached for their phones at their sides.
“It’s from Matsuo.” Kumiko said reading it with the other two.
From this point on, Tohma-sama will be personally managing you. Until your album is released. From there you will have to look for your own manager. Enjoy your night.
“To Tohma-sama!” The trio cried with big smiles, “Kampai!”
Downing their shots they laughed with rosey cheeks. Before they could realize there were three more shots lined up. Looking up questioningly at the barkeep he pointed down the bar to Hiroshi from Bad Luck. He waved then gave a thumbs up.
“You took our glory!” Shuichi could be heard from behind Hiro, crying, “It was so Sparkly!” He tipped back chugging his drink.
All three grabbed the counter, leaning back to watch the slumpy singer fall out of his chair.
Mitsuki got up suddenly.
“Oh my Kami, where is she going?” Yumi questioned in a slight panic.
“What is she doing?” Kumiko watched with an arched brow as her twin crouched down next to the fallen singer.
Kumiko quickly noticed the guitarists perverted eyes peering down her sister’s revealing shirt.
Kumiko turned to Yumi, “Gimme your gitch.”
“Ok!” The tipsy young one smiled planting her feet on the foot bar to lift her butt.
In seconds she pulled her panties down and off to hand them to her friend, “Here you go but what do you need them…”
Kumiko scrunched them into a ball and launched them through the air. They caught on Hiro’s head, one eye poking out.
Shuichi burst out laughing at the banana print underwear. Mitsuki glanced at her band mates before looking up at Hiro who was looking around with his one eye, slightly confused.
Waving over the other two Mitsuki helped Shuichi into his chair. Together the two bands celebrated an amazing performance together.