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The Saddest Song	By : Auska Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Saddest Song
By: Schwarz tot schwarz das Bloot (Aerys Krystie).
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‘Naturals? They don’t exist.’
Schuldig rolled his eyes at Crawford. He was sick of hearing that already. And he’d only heard it twice. It was past midnight when he and Nagi returned, and he had just finished informing Crawford of their latest discovery. As expected, their fearless leader was as skeptical as Nagi.
With a sigh, Schuldig said, ‘Why do you think Estet wants them gone?’
Crawford raised an eyebrow. ‘Now you know what Estet is planning? You can’t even get into the mind of a musician. Perhaps it is your ability that is wavering, Schuldig.’
Schuldig stood from the sofa, glaring at Crawford. ‘My ability is working a lot better than yours!’ With that, he stormed out of the living room.
Nagi bit his lower lip. He wasn’t completely convinced that Dark was a Natural. But with the evidence, he had reason to believe that Dark was a strong psychic. Nagi stood, leaving the living room. He went down the hall to Schuldig’s room, knocking on the door.
Somehow, Nagi was not surprised when he didn’t get an answer. With caution, he opened the door. He had only ever been in Schuldig’s room one other time, and that was put his laundry on the bed. Of course, Schuldig found out, and was not very happy.
But it wouldn’t have mattered how many times he had been in the German’s room. It would always surprise him. It was tidy, well kept, and not a trace of dust could be found. Though Schuldig may not take care with his appearance, he did take care of everything that meant something to him.
‘I’m not really in the mood, Nagi,’ Schuldig muttered through his pillow. He was currently laying face down on his bed.
Nagi stepped into the room, closing the door. ‘I just want to clear something up, Schuldig.’
Schuldig raised the upper half of his body, and looked over his shoulder. ‘Do you know what “natural” means, Nagi?’ The Japanese boy shook his head. ‘It means: of or produced by nature; not artificial, inmate, not acquired; true to nature; lifelike; normal. Take your pick. I personally like the not artificial one.’
‘Actually, I just wanted to know: in our “world’, if you wish, what are Naturals? Why does everyone think they’re extinct?’ Nagi sat on the edge of the bed.
‘They are what the names says. They are Naturals; in everything.’ Schuldig turned onto his back. ‘Anyway, you should be getting to bed. Crawford wont like you staying up this late. Gute Nacht.’
‘Night.’ Nagi left the room, going across the hall to the bathroom. He had a quick shower, then went to his room, in hopes to sleep.
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‘Wow! This will be our first stadium? Not bad.’ Dark looked around the stage. ‘How many be got coming in?’
‘We’re packed, Dark,’ Karl replied, as he played with the keys of his keyboard. ‘We’re always packed.’
Dark narrowed his eyes at Karl, but shook his head. He looked over to where his younger brother was. He shook his head. How Krad managed to cause a mini Hiroshima on stage, on the day they were to perform was a mystery to all.
‘Traurig! I didn’t mean to!’
Dark tried not to laugh at Aya, who currently had a black face and clothing. When the redhead raised his hand, though it may have been only to scold Krad it didn’t make any difference, Dark was by his brother’s side, glaring into Aya’s violet eyes.
‘Raise your hand to my brother again, and you will lose it! Omi, translate, quick!’
Omi did as required, and got Aya’s death glare. He sighed, looking at Dark. ‘He reckons he would like to see you try.’
Krad’s eyes narrowed. ‘If he knows what is best for him, he would think of such horrible things towards my big brother!’
Omi suddenly felt old and worn. He wasn’t sure if he could put up with this for a month. Instead, he settled for, ‘You’re sorry, Aya’s sorry. Everyone is sorry, okay? Can we leave it at that?’
Dark turned Krad away and walked off, muttering, ‘Dumm, verdammte Gott Kobold! Wenn er den noch einmal versucht, schlachte ich ihn.’
‘Who cares? Come on, let’s practice already.’ Karl cracked his knuckles, and placed them over the keys.
Krad cleared his throat, stepping up to the microphone. He glanced at Dark, who smiled and nodded. Taking a deep breath, Krad began to sing softly:
‘Mein schuldiges Herz hat gestoppt
Es war vom Tragen dieses Geheimnisses müde
Für zu langes hielt ich meinen Kopf herauf Höhe
Aber das traurigste Lied erklärte meine Lüge
Dieses ist das traurigste Lied.’
A quick introduction of the music began, before it slowed down a little.
‘Ich bin niemand
Gerade jemand, das liegen könnte
Es zerriß mich auseinander heftig
Ich mußte jemand erklären
So jetzt erkläre ich Ihnen.’
The beat got faster as Krad moved into the chorus of the song. It slowed, only a little as he moved into the second verse.
‘Sie kamen herum
Sie rüttelten meinen Boden
Jetzt warte ich, daß eine Droge unten kommt
Verloren in den Schatten meines Verstandes.’
Dark took center stage as he played his solo. His eyes closed, he looked like he was enjoying himself, very much. Krad had said “he makes love to his guitar when he does a solo”. After a minute, the music stopped all together, as Krad stood behind the microphone.
‘Sie warfen als mein Freund auf
Ich ließ Sie innen
Und ich weiß, daß mein Leben gegangen wird
Sie öffneten meine Augen
Sie zeigten mir die Welt
Jetzt sind Sie das, zum ich herunterzunehmen.’
Omi was almost in tears. He hadn’t fully understood the entire song, but the parts he did understand made him wonder how Massen Genozid got into the music industry. He sniffed, looking up at Yohji who had placed a hand on his shoulder. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
When he looked up at the band again, he saw Krad smiling softly at him, and he knew that Krad knew what he was feeling. He went to approach the blond about the song, but noticed they were heading into their latest single Ihr Sklave. It had been playing almost non-stop on the international rock station on the radio. It was popular due to fact that it was mainly a drum beat.
‘Ein Stellring mit Ihrer Adresse
Ein Korb in der Ecke Ihres Raumes
Eine Schüssel mit meinem Namen auf ihm
Ihre Hand in einer weichen Liebkosung
Ihre Hand in einem scharfen Klapse.’
The guitar and keyboard joined the drum beat during the chorus.
‘Hassen Sie mich; lieben Sie mich
Nehmen Sie mich; brechen Sie mich
Halten Sie mich; schieben Sie mich
Tun Sie, wie Sie Sitz sehen
Ich bin Ihr Sklave.’
Omi frowned as he listened to the song. It seemed as though Massen Genozid sung about their life experiences. Most musicians did. But this, this seemed personal. Almost…intimate. It was like they were giving the world a insight to what their lives had been like before they became Massen Genozid.
Omi checked his watch. It was nearly ten. The concert was arranged to begin at three-thirty. There was one other band playing at the stadium that night. They were a local band, going on before Massen Genozid. The other band seemed thrilled to be playing on the same stage that an international rock group was going to be on.
Omi had checked out the other band. Either they had a world class hacker, or they were who they said they were. Omi had told Massen Genozid about the other band, Poison Dart. Massen Genozid were rather pleased that there was another band sharing the stage. Which baffled Omi. Weren’t musicians territorial? Well, he would find that out tonight.
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Okay, that is chapter two. Just for the record, “Massen Genozid” means Mass Genocide in German. “Ihr Sklave” is Your Slave. “Das Traurigste Lied” is The Saddest Song.
Please review! I cannot stress that enough. I need to know what you people think! Oh, who gives a shit. You probably don’t even read this far!
Until next time…T T F N! Ta, ta for now!
^^Auska.
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