Shinya / Kyo
(NR)
Shinya sat behind his drum kit in the darkness of the stage, twisting slightly to ease the knot in his lower back. He rotated stiff and tender wrists around, wincing at the pain that hadn't been there six months ago.
“Too long,” he thought bitterly. “Been at this far too long.”
Wiggling a bit to stretch his legs, Shinya turned his focus to the deafening silence that had filled the arena. Once the lights had gone down, it seemed that the entire world had begun to hold its breath. They were waiting.
A slow hum filtered through the inky blackness, rising and falling like a mournful call. Slowly, as his eyes adjusted, Shinya could make out the vague outline of Kyo a few feet from his kit, one hand slowly rising into the air as the other raised the microphone. Goosebumps rose on Shinya’s neck and arms when Kyo parted his lips and issued forth a keening call into the void before the stage.
Up and down, Kyo’s voice moved, his arm still reaching for the heavens beyond the arena roof, head thrown back as he voiced the anguish that he felt inside his heart and soul. Slowly, ever so slowly, the stage lights rose, filtering eerily through a filtered smoke screen. From both sides, Die and Kaoru straightened, fingers set over string and fret, ready. A smile crept onto Shinya’s features as Kyo slowly spun around to face the drum kit. Their eyes met in a brief instance as Shinya raised his sticks, and with a wink and a promise, they were off again.
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