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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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While Nagi paced, Schuldig smoked. Not that anyone was happy about that. He had quit for three years, but knowing they would be taking on Naturals…it kind of rose the anxiety levels a little. The German was as nervous as the Japanese, though he wouldn’t admit it. No, his ego was far too big for him to that.
Nagi chewed on the index nail of his right hand, as he walked the length of the wall. And he thought that all he had to worry about was high school. Ha. Attempting this made high school seem like nursery school. He stopped pacing, and looked Schuldig in the eye.
‘This isn’t going to work, Schuldig. Why are we risking this?’
Schuldig threw the end of his smoke on the ground. ‘Listen, kid, everything will be fine. As long as you think positive, and keep your mind on seducing Dark, nothing should go wrong.’
Nagi ran his hands through his hair. ‘Schuldig, I scrounged up as much information as I could on Naturals. Believe me, it was not easy. They’re powerful. I mean, they’re like miniature Crawfords, except…forty-eight times worse! I mean, that’s not good!’
Schuldig couldn’t believe he was witnessing Nagi go into a panic attack. He thought he would be dead before he saw that. He wrapped his arms around Nagi’s shoulders, rubbing the boy’s back. Gradually, but surely, he felt the teen begin to relax.
‘Nagi, everything will be fine. But we cannot afford to have you lose yourself like that again, okay?’ Schuldig held Nagi’s face in his hands. ‘Everything will be all right, I promise.’
Nagi looked at Schuldig’s calm face. He got the impression that Schuldig did this all time. Not the dealing with Naturals part, but the rest. Actually, he knew for a fact that Schuldig seduced people all the time. His room was beside the German’s. Of course he would know.
Nagi took a deep breath and held it for a moment. He released it slowly. He really didn’t want to do this. With another deep breath, he followed Schuldig through the side entrance to the stadium. He could hear the first band on stage, but the crowd was chanting for Massen Genozid.
They continued down the hall, taking a left, then a right, then a left, and another left. The stopped, just after they turned the corner, and observed. They saw three of Massen Genozid’s members, but the forth was nowhere to be seen. Not that anyone could see them. Schuldig had them cloaked to almost everyone.
Suddenly, Dark looked in their direction and smiled. Well, he did say almost everyone. When the dark haired European began walking towards them, Nagi began hyperventilating. Dark either didn’t notice, or chose not to. When he stopped, his smile became a grin.
‘Are you the two who won the backstage passes?’
Schuldig inclined his head. ‘We are.’
‘Is…your friend okay? He doesn’t look too good. Sh-should I send someone to get him a glass of water?’
Schuldig thought about it, then nodded. ‘Thank you.’ He watched Dark walk off, before he dragged Nagi around the corner. ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’
Nagi shook his head. ‘It’s weird. But I want to tell him why we’re here. I-I don’t know what it is.’
Schuldig held his chin in thought. ‘Alright. Listen, Nagi, this – isn’t going to work if you can’t stay focused. Can you do this or not? Tell me now, and I’ll have Crawford come and pick you up.’
Nagi shook his head vigorously. He was not about to let the team down. That’s it! I cant let the team down. We’re here to do a job, and that’s all I have to think of this as…another job. He let out a shaky breath, and stepped around the corner again, just in time to take the glass of water from Dark.
‘I’m sorry about mein Freund. He was just having a hard time trying to get over that he was meeting you for real,’ Schuldig explained, though Dark’s eyes didn’t really leave Nagi.
Dark half smiled. ‘As long as he doesn’t pass out during our performance. Speaking of which, I had better get back. Oh, I never did catch your names.’
‘Schuldig. This is Nagi.’
‘You’re German! Mein schuldiges. Nice meeting you. I’m Dark.’ He smiled at the other two, before his name was called. ‘Hope you enjoy the concert! Bye!’
Schuldig watched him jog back to the other members. The fourth was now with them. He stood behind Karl, obstructing Schuldig’s view. But it didn’t matter. He would see the one he would seduce on stage.
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Omi looked over the crowd. No-one really stood out. But then again, if someone walked around with a neon sigh saying “I am going to kill Massen Genozid”, it would make their jobs a lot easier. He listened through the little communicator, hearing Ken and Yohji discuss about how fossilized this mission was.
He had to agree. Murdering a band because they are popular is something the Mafia dealt with. Then again, the Mafia also dealt with corrupt politicians, and popular presidents. He sighed, and stopped listening when the first band said their good-byes to the crowd.
It turned out he was right and wrong about musicians being territorial. The first band, Poison Dart, were very territorial. They wouldn’t allow Massen Genozid on the stage while they performed. Omi found it rather ridiculous that a no-name band was telling a popular group what they were and were not allowed to do. But Massen Genozid took it nicely, and stayed away from the stage.
Now, they were up. As they came on stage, an enormous cheer exploded from the crowd. It was amazing, if deafening, to watch excitement on people’s faces. Well, at least it was to Omi. He wasn’t sure what the other members think. He was pretty sure Ken and Yohji would find it moving, but Aya? Omi shook his head, and focused on the task at hand.
Krad stepped up to the microphone, grinning like it was Christmas and he had just seen Santa. ‘Gutenabend, Tokyo!’ he shouted. ‘Wir werden mit anfangen "Verletzten Mich".’ Another cheer. ‘Ein, zwei... Nehmen drei es!’
Heinrich started up a strong, fast beat. His attention didn’t even seem to be on the drums, but off to the side, where his game was. He looked forward when he heard Dark’s guitar. He slowed the beat down a great deal, and made it softer.
‘Ich kann es in Ihren Augen sehen
Ich kann es in Ihrer Note sehen
Ich weiß, was Sie tun möchten
Ich bitte Sie, es zu tun.’
Dark had a quick solo, before he stopped. He glanced at Omi, who was watching them with mass intensity. It was almost as if he could see through their charade, even if Dark knew he couldn’t.
‘Ich finde es Art von lustigem
Ich finde es Art von traurigem
Die Träume, in denen ich sterben
Sind die besten, die ich überhaupt gehabt habe.’
Omi listened to the beat pick up pace, and frowned. “The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had”? What is wrong with these guys? He shook his head, finding it futile to try and understand something that wasn’t meant to be understood.
‘Ich wünsche Sie mich herum drücken
(Verletzen Sie mich)
Bilden Sie mich Blut
(Verletzen Sie mich)
“Reinigen Sie” mich
Ich wünsche Sie mich verletzen.’
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The concert didn’t let out until close to midnight. Even so, the crowd were smiling when they left. Massen Genozid were out of breath, and dying for a glass of water. Krad laying on the sofa in his dressing room, relaxing, enjoying his favorite sports drink when the door opened.
He sat up, staring at the stranger that just entered his room. His fiery red hair was unruly, a yellow bandana in it. The green coat should have been burnt years ago, but the man wore it proudly. His emerald eyes twinkled with mischief, and Krad had a feeling that’s what he was up to.
‘Lost? Or is your Freund getting acquainted with mein Bruder?’
‘The latter. We won the backstage passes in a radio contest. Nagi, mein Freund, has always wanted to meet you brother. Whether is be innocent or sexual. Your choice.’ The man closed the door, then began looking around the room.
‘For the entire tour?’
‘Ja.’
‘Well, fourth introductions call for names, ja?’
The man stared at Krad. Fourth introductions? Duh! You’re speaking to a Natural here/ He smirked. ‘Schuldig.’
Krad smiled, bowing his head approvingly. ‘I hope you enjoy the tour, my guilty one.’
‘But of course.’ Schuldig looked at himself in the mirror. Well, stared at Krad through the mirror. ‘Where do you plan on going for your next concert?’
Krad laid down on his sofa again. ‘We’re hitting the four corners of Tokyo. We just did the west, so we’re heading north, then east, then south.’
‘Your songs – ’
‘Don’t ask. The night before our last concert I will tell you what they mean. If you don’t figure it out by then.’ Krad smiled, looking up when there was a knock on his door. ‘Come in, Dark!’
Dark opened the door, poking his head in. ‘Heading off now. Will be home late. Bye!’ He closed the door, and his footsteps could be heard outside.
Schuldig nodded his head. ‘I should be heading off, too.’ He looked at Krad, not through the mirror this time. He watched the blond hair his head, a soft smile on his lips.
‘That would be a good idea. We leave in two days. It was nice meeting your, Schuldig.’
Schuldig smirked, leaving the room. It felt good to have someone pronounce his name properly. But he didn’t have much time to gloat on that. Another problem was heading his way. He could feel it. And whatever it was, it was going to make doing his job difficult.
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Okay! That is chapter four done. Miss Roxie Faye (one I really do appreciate that review, and I am so glad to know that you are honest in what you like and dislike in this story. It is wonderful to hear what someone has to say. I only hope other people will follow your example.
And for the record, I could never ignore information like that, nor would I chase you with a pitchfork. I don’t even own a pitchfork! In later chapters, the lyrics of the songs will be revealed, and the meaning behind them. In the meantime, perhaps you should use as well as or whatever. I hope this chapter was up to your standards.
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Until next time…T T F N! Ta, ta for now!
Auska.
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