Phantom
01-09-08, 21:30
Eh, dupa multa convingere din partea unui mic "demon" am fost convinsa (,) sa postez din nou aceasta poveste. Unii dintre voi s-ar putea deja sa o stie de pe vechiul forum A+ ;))
Este un fic realizat in engleza, deci imi cer iertare de la membrii care nu cunosc prea bine (sau aproape deloc) limba. :plouasifulgera:
Am scris acest fic (,) cu mult timp in urma cand eram abia la inceputul hobby-ului meu de a scrie, asa ca nu am folosit prea multa descriere sau detalii. Gomen ^^"
P.s: Este un fic inspirat de Gravitation,deci este un Shonen-Ai.
Yuki Arashi este pseudonimul meu.
Doresc, critica avansata. Si da, imi asum responsabilitatea pentru alegerea facuta.
Si fara sa mai lungim vorba, iata povestea.
Destiny’s Way
By Yuki Arashi
“Destiny isn’t a game you can restart anytime you wish, but also not as scary as it seems.
Fate is giving you a second chance. If you try to escape, it set’s you a trap.
If you try and withstand, it punishes you cruel.”
1. A lonely pianist
(1999.04.25. -Tokyo)
-Where are we going father?
-Wherever your mother wants to, son. It’s her birthday after all.
-We’ll go to the cinema dear, is that okay?
-Yes, mother. It is. >
Suddenly out of nowhere...
-Hey! You there!
The boy’s father turned around looking surprised. But it was too late for him to figure out what was going on, there was nothing else to be herd, but gunshots and screams. -Tatsumaki, run! the father was trying to protect the boy, while keeping his eyes on the two thugs, but the boy’s mother already got shot.
The boy looked for refuge behind a tree, and could only watch hopelessly as his family was killed. Being well armed, the two thugs manage to overcome the boy’s father with ease.
-We warned you, Seiji Ookami. This is what you get for being in the wrong place in the wrong time.
-What? They’re doing this for revenge? Whispered the boy.
-But what should we do with the kid? He got away.
-Don’t worry. The kid is too scared to remember anything. He’s probably on the next train to Kyushu by now-. Says one of the thugs, still laughing.
While the two of them were trying to leave the scene of the crime, Tatsumaki crawled up to his father’s body, with his eyes drowning in tears and his heart burning with fury. He begins searching for something in his father’s jacket, until he draws a gun from a hidden pocket.
-I don’t know who the hell you two are, but my parent’s were not to blame!
The boy pulled the trigger several times, killing both of the thugs. In that moment, he didn’t know whether to be sad, or angry. Sad, because of what happened to his family; or angry because of his own mistake.
Eight years later...
(2007.04.15 - Tokyo)
In an isolated street within the well-known city of Tokyo, in an apartment on the third floor, a young pianist was sinking deeply into sleepless thoughts. While sitting at his desk, the young man had just finished reading one of his favorite novels, when he suddenly became nostalgic. He could clearly remember the happy moments spent with his family when he was but a mere child. But he just couldn’t help himself not to remember that dark night; the night when both of his parents were killed right before his eyes. That faithful experience left this man, a once lively and energetic child, as the harsh, passive and sarcastic young piano player he is today.
“Mother, father I’m so...” Whispered Tatsumaki while looking at an old photo on his desk, with his parents on it, but got interrupted by the phone suddenly ringing. Seiji answered the phone, but unfortunately it was only a prankster trying to have some fun late at night.
-Damn these kids! Don’t they have anything better to do? said the young artist, but stopped suddenly when he spotted his precious piano in the next room. The sound of piano music always relaxed him and he enjoyed playing for hours. Seiji sat down at the magnificent instrument that resounded like an orchestra of angels every time the he decided to work a bit “over-time”. But the neighbors weren’t troubled at all, even if this happened late at night because his songs were welcomed anytime. Also, it was a good idea for him to warm up a bit since he will be having a live charity-concert to support the following day.
After he finished playing, which took about half an hour, Seiji headed towards his bedroom where he had shelves all full of photos with his family; with him and his father together in the park or with him in his mother’s arms while reading stories together. His dorm was the only room where he kept these kinds of pictures. All the other rooms were decorated with simple paintings, or even some expensive ones he got as gifts from businessmen and other important foreign representatives he met during his carrier. He wasn’t really a big fan of artwork, but he still didn’t like looking at empty walls.
Yet, in every room, there were whole shelves filled with dozens of books; mostly novels of all kinds from comedy, to drama and romance, but most of them were detective novels, that reminded him of his father who was a great detective himself. Even after his parent’s demise, Tatsumaki never gave up on the two things he loved the most: reading and piano playing. The boy stopped in front of the mirror and looked at himself coldly, despising; which was strange, because people knew him mostly for being a very proud and ambitious man.
He began undoing the buttons of his coat, under which he wore a black shirt. His emerald-green eyes were glowing within the darkness of his room. The glowing of his light-brown hair reflected under the moonlight shining through the window next to him. After he changed to pajamas, he lay down in his bed, but couldn’t fall asleep. Cursed memories were haunting him day and night, but he always managed to overcome them.
The next day, Seiji had awakened early to get ready for his upcoming performance. The amphitheater was full of people. There wasn’t any space left unoccupied, not even in the surrounding trees. He always remembered the chills he had the first time he was on stage, though he was a very tranquil person.
“Another day, another song, another false impression.” Whispered the artist to himself the while heading towards the piano waiting for him in the middle of the stage. It was an original Pearl River; a magnificent instrument, from one of the finest brands. Coated with a beautiful shining black coat of paint reflecting in the spotlights. It was a modern instrument, carefully designed in order to offer the artist a real pleasure of playing.
The public began applauding wildly when they saw Tatsumaki on stage, but settled down the second he put his fingers on the piano keys. He was famous for the fact that not only did he compose all of the songs he played by himself, but he gave them a title that always had something to do with the word “family”; like the one he played at the concert was called “The love of a father”. The artist always left the public completely amazed by his talent and passion, every time he played. His music had a calming effect on people, no matter how nervous or angry they were at the moment.
Playing the piano in public always reminded him of the hours he spent playing for his mother and father. That’s why he always sounded so beautiful. The day he composed the song, was supposed to be his father’s anniversary. Tatsumaki composed it, as a memorial.
After the concert was over, Seiji headed towards his dressing room to get changed; but was interrupted by someone who entered the room uninvited.
-Hey there pal! Well done out there! Said the man while hugging Seiji friendly.
-Let go! Answered the young artist while repelling him.
-Don’t you ever touch me. I’m not your friend! You’re just my manager, so keep yourself to it-. He continued with an irritated voice.
-Okay, okay don’t get carried away like that. Geese... some people just don’t have a sense of humor.
-This is how I am. Either accept it or feel free to quit.
Mr. Sakura left himself amused by the expression on Seiji’s face, though he knew he was serious.
-Don’t be foolish Tatsumaki, this is not why I came here. I just wanted to tell you that you’ve received an offer for a tour in Europe. In Austria, France, Germany and Italy to be more exact. So, what do you think? The man looked tempted by the offer, which appeared to be reasonable.
-How long would it take?
-Six months or so. If we get some more offers on the way, it might take even more.
-Six months? Not a chance.
-But it’s a one of a million offer! How can you just...
-Give it a rest already! I refuse, and that’s that. You know I have no interest in money and fame. That’s only what you think of! I’ve got more important things in life to treasure than money.
-Oh yeah? Like what for instance?
-Dignity. Look, just give it rest. I refuse to go, and that’s my final word. Refused Seiji, before shutting the door behind him. The artist knew that the day his parents died was approaching slowly, so he had no intention what so ever to leave Japan. Not even for a week.
Este un fic realizat in engleza, deci imi cer iertare de la membrii care nu cunosc prea bine (sau aproape deloc) limba. :plouasifulgera:
Am scris acest fic (,) cu mult timp in urma cand eram abia la inceputul hobby-ului meu de a scrie, asa ca nu am folosit prea multa descriere sau detalii. Gomen ^^"
P.s: Este un fic inspirat de Gravitation,deci este un Shonen-Ai.
Yuki Arashi este pseudonimul meu.
Doresc, critica avansata. Si da, imi asum responsabilitatea pentru alegerea facuta.
Si fara sa mai lungim vorba, iata povestea.
Destiny’s Way
By Yuki Arashi
“Destiny isn’t a game you can restart anytime you wish, but also not as scary as it seems.
Fate is giving you a second chance. If you try to escape, it set’s you a trap.
If you try and withstand, it punishes you cruel.”
1. A lonely pianist
(1999.04.25. -Tokyo)
-Where are we going father?
-Wherever your mother wants to, son. It’s her birthday after all.
-We’ll go to the cinema dear, is that okay?
-Yes, mother. It is. >
Suddenly out of nowhere...
-Hey! You there!
The boy’s father turned around looking surprised. But it was too late for him to figure out what was going on, there was nothing else to be herd, but gunshots and screams. -Tatsumaki, run! the father was trying to protect the boy, while keeping his eyes on the two thugs, but the boy’s mother already got shot.
The boy looked for refuge behind a tree, and could only watch hopelessly as his family was killed. Being well armed, the two thugs manage to overcome the boy’s father with ease.
-We warned you, Seiji Ookami. This is what you get for being in the wrong place in the wrong time.
-What? They’re doing this for revenge? Whispered the boy.
-But what should we do with the kid? He got away.
-Don’t worry. The kid is too scared to remember anything. He’s probably on the next train to Kyushu by now-. Says one of the thugs, still laughing.
While the two of them were trying to leave the scene of the crime, Tatsumaki crawled up to his father’s body, with his eyes drowning in tears and his heart burning with fury. He begins searching for something in his father’s jacket, until he draws a gun from a hidden pocket.
-I don’t know who the hell you two are, but my parent’s were not to blame!
The boy pulled the trigger several times, killing both of the thugs. In that moment, he didn’t know whether to be sad, or angry. Sad, because of what happened to his family; or angry because of his own mistake.
Eight years later...
(2007.04.15 - Tokyo)
In an isolated street within the well-known city of Tokyo, in an apartment on the third floor, a young pianist was sinking deeply into sleepless thoughts. While sitting at his desk, the young man had just finished reading one of his favorite novels, when he suddenly became nostalgic. He could clearly remember the happy moments spent with his family when he was but a mere child. But he just couldn’t help himself not to remember that dark night; the night when both of his parents were killed right before his eyes. That faithful experience left this man, a once lively and energetic child, as the harsh, passive and sarcastic young piano player he is today.
“Mother, father I’m so...” Whispered Tatsumaki while looking at an old photo on his desk, with his parents on it, but got interrupted by the phone suddenly ringing. Seiji answered the phone, but unfortunately it was only a prankster trying to have some fun late at night.
-Damn these kids! Don’t they have anything better to do? said the young artist, but stopped suddenly when he spotted his precious piano in the next room. The sound of piano music always relaxed him and he enjoyed playing for hours. Seiji sat down at the magnificent instrument that resounded like an orchestra of angels every time the he decided to work a bit “over-time”. But the neighbors weren’t troubled at all, even if this happened late at night because his songs were welcomed anytime. Also, it was a good idea for him to warm up a bit since he will be having a live charity-concert to support the following day.
After he finished playing, which took about half an hour, Seiji headed towards his bedroom where he had shelves all full of photos with his family; with him and his father together in the park or with him in his mother’s arms while reading stories together. His dorm was the only room where he kept these kinds of pictures. All the other rooms were decorated with simple paintings, or even some expensive ones he got as gifts from businessmen and other important foreign representatives he met during his carrier. He wasn’t really a big fan of artwork, but he still didn’t like looking at empty walls.
Yet, in every room, there were whole shelves filled with dozens of books; mostly novels of all kinds from comedy, to drama and romance, but most of them were detective novels, that reminded him of his father who was a great detective himself. Even after his parent’s demise, Tatsumaki never gave up on the two things he loved the most: reading and piano playing. The boy stopped in front of the mirror and looked at himself coldly, despising; which was strange, because people knew him mostly for being a very proud and ambitious man.
He began undoing the buttons of his coat, under which he wore a black shirt. His emerald-green eyes were glowing within the darkness of his room. The glowing of his light-brown hair reflected under the moonlight shining through the window next to him. After he changed to pajamas, he lay down in his bed, but couldn’t fall asleep. Cursed memories were haunting him day and night, but he always managed to overcome them.
The next day, Seiji had awakened early to get ready for his upcoming performance. The amphitheater was full of people. There wasn’t any space left unoccupied, not even in the surrounding trees. He always remembered the chills he had the first time he was on stage, though he was a very tranquil person.
“Another day, another song, another false impression.” Whispered the artist to himself the while heading towards the piano waiting for him in the middle of the stage. It was an original Pearl River; a magnificent instrument, from one of the finest brands. Coated with a beautiful shining black coat of paint reflecting in the spotlights. It was a modern instrument, carefully designed in order to offer the artist a real pleasure of playing.
The public began applauding wildly when they saw Tatsumaki on stage, but settled down the second he put his fingers on the piano keys. He was famous for the fact that not only did he compose all of the songs he played by himself, but he gave them a title that always had something to do with the word “family”; like the one he played at the concert was called “The love of a father”. The artist always left the public completely amazed by his talent and passion, every time he played. His music had a calming effect on people, no matter how nervous or angry they were at the moment.
Playing the piano in public always reminded him of the hours he spent playing for his mother and father. That’s why he always sounded so beautiful. The day he composed the song, was supposed to be his father’s anniversary. Tatsumaki composed it, as a memorial.
After the concert was over, Seiji headed towards his dressing room to get changed; but was interrupted by someone who entered the room uninvited.
-Hey there pal! Well done out there! Said the man while hugging Seiji friendly.
-Let go! Answered the young artist while repelling him.
-Don’t you ever touch me. I’m not your friend! You’re just my manager, so keep yourself to it-. He continued with an irritated voice.
-Okay, okay don’t get carried away like that. Geese... some people just don’t have a sense of humor.
-This is how I am. Either accept it or feel free to quit.
Mr. Sakura left himself amused by the expression on Seiji’s face, though he knew he was serious.
-Don’t be foolish Tatsumaki, this is not why I came here. I just wanted to tell you that you’ve received an offer for a tour in Europe. In Austria, France, Germany and Italy to be more exact. So, what do you think? The man looked tempted by the offer, which appeared to be reasonable.
-How long would it take?
-Six months or so. If we get some more offers on the way, it might take even more.
-Six months? Not a chance.
-But it’s a one of a million offer! How can you just...
-Give it a rest already! I refuse, and that’s that. You know I have no interest in money and fame. That’s only what you think of! I’ve got more important things in life to treasure than money.
-Oh yeah? Like what for instance?
-Dignity. Look, just give it rest. I refuse to go, and that’s my final word. Refused Seiji, before shutting the door behind him. The artist knew that the day his parents died was approaching slowly, so he had no intention what so ever to leave Japan. Not even for a week.