Blinded, Ch. 1/x
Title: Blinded
Chapters: 1/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Romance, Drama, AU, AT
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned here.
Warnings: Very basic, almost no-frills writing. Otherwise, nothing, really.
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Uruha, The GazettE before Kai came around (in this chapter)
Synopsis: It was that dream again. The dreams were often bright - blinding, almost. By the sun and even more so by the person who always appeared there with him.
Comments: My first fanfiction EVER. Be nice. Please.
Yuu woke up with a start. It was that dream again.
He had been having the same dream these past few nights. He was in a field near his grandparents' house in Mie, a place he had not been to in over a decade. The dreams were often bright - blinding, almost. By the sun and even more so by the person who always appeared there with him.
The little girl by the tree. The girl who must have been the human form of one of the sky's brightest stars. His first friend. His first love.
The scene would always be the same, but what she would say would always be different. He would always watch her walk towards him slowly. He would always attempt to meet her halfway, but he wouldn't be able to move a muscle for some reason. And when she would finally close the distance between them, she would whisper to him. Whatever she whispered was different in every dream. Sometimes her words would be as clear as the daylight that they basked in. Other times they would make no sense at all. And after she speaks the dream would end, always with him struggling to move. And he would always wake up in a startled state.
He could not, for the life of him, remember her name.
But he did remember what she told him last night.
"That sweater you're wearing looks wonderful. You're as blue as the sky."
Yuu got off his futon, trudged to the bathroom, and saw himself in the mirror. Man, I look like shit, he thought. He knew his hair wasn't always the shade of violet it was that day, but he could not remember the last time his hair was its natural black. It was orange last month, red before that, blue before that...
Blue, he thought.
Aoi.
That was what people called him at work. And then he remembered his dream. You're as blue as the sky. He looked at his reflection more and noticed how his gray shirt made the loud shade of violet on his hair look strangely melancholy. "The sky is gray today, it seems," he said to himself.
Yuu wound the knob of the sink faucet, caught the water that flowed out, and dipped his face into his hands. As soon as the cold water hit his face, something dawned on him. He turned the faucet off and walked back into his room. He looked at the two guitars that rested on their stands near his closet. That's right, he thought. The band he was in, Artia, disbanded yesterday. From today on, if he still intended to put those expensive guitars to use, he had to find a new bunch of bastards that would agree to be in a band with him.
His cellphone buzzed on his sidetable as Yuu decided to check what time it was exactly. He had been awake for a few minutes already, but he did wonder who would call him so early at 10 in the fucking morning. People who knew him would know that he wouldn't normally be awake by that time.
Yuu picked up the phone, sighed, and pressed a random button. "Hello?"
"Hey Aoi. Oh, I mean Yuu. Yuu. Hey. This is Akira. Akira Suzuki."
"Sorry?"
"Reiki. Kar+te=zyAnose."
It was the bassist of another band that played at the Pit Inn a few nights ago. He wasn't able to watch them play, but he did meet Akira after their gig and went out drinking with him. He called himself Reiki onstage, and he was apparently a beast at the bass, so no one cared about the ridiculous noseband he always wore. "It still boggles the mind how you guys can say your band name with a straight face."
"Fuck you. Anyway, I heard you guys broke up."
"Artia? Yeah, just last night."
"So Pit Inn was your last gig too, huh?"
"Yeah, things weren't going too well between Kagami and Dekith even before that..." Yuu paused as he replayed Akira's words in his head. "Wait. 'Too'?"
Yuu heard a soft chuckle from the other line. "Yeah. Saku joined Colon and Kamitou quit. We weren't surprised about Kamitou quitting when Saku did, though. But yeah, Kar+te=zyAnose is left with just three people right now." Akira said as Yuu lit a cigarette. Saku was their drummer and Kamitou was their rhythm guitarist. They had one more guitarist, so they weren't in dire need to replace Kamitou, but they did need a drummer.
"Why disband, though?" was what came out of Yuu's mouth, along with a small puff of smoke.
"Even with new guys, if we kept going at the rate we are now, we won't survive the year. Not with the peanuts we get paid for every back breaking gig we do," Akira replied as Yuu blew out a small cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "We're not gonna do the same thing knowing we'll starve to death, so the three of us are forming a new band..."
Light gray smoke swirled out of Yuu's open mouth as Akira finished his sentence. "...and we'd be glad to have you on board."
"And maybe starve to death with you."
"Yeah."
Yuu smiled as he looked at his guitars again. "Fine. Why the hell not?"
He dreamt of her again that night.
It was the same blinding bright scene, by the same tree in the same field in Mie. Again, she approached him. Slowly. The sun made her so much more radiant, so much more magnificent. Yet again, he couldn't move to meet her halfway. All Yuu could do was wait until she was within arm's reach.
Even up close, she was too radiant for him to clearly see her face.
And again, he woke up with a start, this time with chills running down his spine as he recalled what she whispered to him.
I won't remember who you are when it happens, but I will be with you soon. Please call me out when you see me.
He still couldn't remember her fucking name.
"How have you been, Yuu?"
"Fine, Mom," Yuu retorted dryly as he clutched his cellphone next to his face and continued pacing in his living room. "I was just wondering, do you remember any female friends I had when we lived near Grandpa in Mie?"
"You were a shy kid, so you hardly had any friends. Let alone female friends. Why do you ask?"
She doesn't remember either, he thought.
"Ah," his mother said. Yuu's breathing stopped for a moment. "Are you talking about the one you always told me about? The one you always played with near the tree in the field?"
"YES," he exclaimed, and then softly apologized to his mother for the sudden outburst. "Yes, that's the one."
"Is she bothering you again?" His mother had a worried tone in her voice. The last time Yuu heard that tone in her voice was when he decided to move to Tokyo and live alone with nothing but a suitcase of clothing and an acoustic guitar.
"What do you mean, Mom? What was wrong with her?"
Yuu couldn't believe what his mother answered.
"She was your imaginary friend."
"My what?"
"We were staying in Inabe at the time. When we moved to Tsu, you were so depressed to leave that imaginary friend of yours. It took years before you woke up and realized that she was just a figment of your imagination."
Yuu found himself sitting on the couch, staring at a blank space. He didn't know when he stopped pacing. He didn't know when he stopped breathing either. I could use a damn cigarette.
"Is she bothering you again, Yuu?"
"N-no." Yuu replied as he grabbed the packet on the coffee table and pulled out the last cigarette that was there. "I just had a stupid dream about her and got really curious. I don't even remember her name." No fucking way he'd tell his mother he was dreaming of her every single night for the past week.
"You never told anyone her name." His mother said. "But since you just dreamt of her, and you aren't making floral wreaths out of hollyhocks to put on her head, I don't think there's anything to worry about."
"What the hell, I did that?" Sure he wore makeup, wore skirts, and put his hair in pigtails every so often during band performances, but making floral wreaths? He wanted to go back in time and kick his own ass.
His mother giggled. "Yes. It was cute at first, until we had to move to Tsu, and you got so heartbroken."
Shit. He really did make girly floral wreaths with...
...hollyhocks.
Just like the character he used for his stage name. How much did he love her exactly, he wondered, for her to have an effect on him even up to now? Even when he doesn't remember a thing about her?
"Are you okay, Yuu?"
Yuu blew out a cloud of smoke. "Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. Um, I need to go. I'm going out to meet my new band."
"I see," his mother responded. "Take care alright? And Yuu?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Do your best."
The sky looked like it was moving in stop motion as buildings would block the view of drifting clouds from the speeding train Yuu was in. Patches of pink and lilac festooned some of the clusters of buildings from where he was standing. He liked winter much more than spring, but he couldn't help but smile at the sight of cherry blossoms. "Spring equinox," he said to himself. He did plan to go to Mie to join his family to visit the graves of dead relatives he doesn't particularly remember having a lot of conversations with. How about going to Inabe? See if that tree's still there. I'll have the thing exorcised, and maybe she'll leave me the hell alone and let me sleep.
Yuu got off at his stop, and he walked to the apartment that was supposed to be Akira's place. He was surprised at the person who opened the door when he knocked, worried that he went to the wrong place. Yuu wouldn't have recognized the surprisingly gentle-looking bassist without his noseband if it weren't for the familiar face in Akira's living room.
"Glad you could make it. Come in."
"Hello Akira. Is that Shingo?"
Shingo's eyes were hooded by his blonde hair as he smiled. "Hey there, Yuu." He was the drummer of Artia, Yuu's previous band. He was the one they used to call Dekith. "Am I still gonna call you Aoi?"
Yuu smiled as he took a seat. "I'm thinking about it." Yuu then turned to Akira. "I didn't recognize you without your noseband. You look cute."
"I didn't recognize you without your pigtails. You look horrible." Akira's retort flew right over Yuu's head. "Takanori said he's on his way here, although I doubt that. He probably just got out of the shower. Kouyou had to visit some graves in Kanagawa, so he'll be late as well. But he said he'll come."
Yuu gave him a puzzled look. He had no idea who the hell these bastards were.
"Oh," Akira cleared his throat. "Takanori is our vocalist. Kouyou is the guitarist you're gonna be working with. I will obviously be playing bass. And you might have guessed already that Shingo will be on drums." Yuu had never seen them perform when Kar+te=zyAnose was still intact. He could only hear them from backstage, while he was trying to break fights between the assholes he had for bandmates.
He looked at Shingo, one of those assholes. His black hair a few nights ago was now blonde, which made him look even more gentle than he already did before. Shingo was one of those people who looked incredibly docile but are actually quite feral when they want to be. He's a menace particularly when he's drunk. "Are you still gonna call yourself Dekith onstage?" Yuu asked the drummer.
Shingo shook his head. "I actually have another band, and I'm using the name Dekith for that band."
It was no surprise to Yuu that Shingo would be in another band so soon. He was quite the drummer. "For this band," Shingo added, "my new name will be Yune."
"Yune."
"Yeah."
Yuu smiled. "That's a cool name. It suits you."
"Fag."
"You're welcome."
He must have fallen asleep on Akira's chair while waiting for Takanori and Kouyou, as he dreamt of her again. But this time she wasn't walking towards him. She was walking beside him. They walked as they watched the sun set from the vast field, somewhere in Inabe.
"Yuu," she uttered. "Wouldn't it be nice if I lived in your world?"
"What do you mean? You're with me, aren't you?"
She sighed. "I would like to breathe the same air you breathe. Hold your hand and let you feel it." She looked heavenwards as the wind blew through her hair.
He said nothing.
"I'll go see you," she says. "I will find a way to get out of my world and live in yours."
He thinks to himself that if reincarnation were applied here, then they would probably have a ten-year age gap between them. But she was from another time. From another world. That didn't apply here. And even if it did, he wouldn't care. He did want to be with her.
But he still said nothing.
"I won't remember who you are when it happens, but I will be with you soon. Please call me out when you see me.
"ABOUT TIME, FUCKERS."
Yuu woke up to the sound of Akira greeting the two bandmates they waited about an hour and a half for. None of the words they were saying made sense as Yuu got up to greet the two other men he'll be working with for hopefully longer than his previous bands.
The shorter man went right up to Yuu and shook his hand. "I apologize for being late. Thank you so much for coming today. Takanori Matsumoto. Please treat me well." Takanori's strong features were softened by his platinum blonde hair. He had badass written all over his face, so Takanori being friendly surprised Yuu a tad.
"No, thank you for taking me in. Yuu Shiroyama. I'm pleased to meet you."
He then noticed the taller one, Kouyou. The guy looked dainty with his full lips and his long blonde hair, but his looks were solidified a bit by a pair of sunglasses. Every single article of clothing he wore was black, and Yuu could tell from how comfortable Kouyou looked in them that he didn't reserve these clothes for graveyard visits.
"I am Yuu Shiroyama. We'll be working together on guitars. Please treat me well."
Kouyou bowed back at him, smiling. "Kouyou Takashima. Thank you for coming today. Pleased to meet you."
Yuu walked by Shingo, who was introducing himself to their new bandmates, and got his guitar out of its case.
They all took their seats in Akira's living room as Takanori layed a small pile of paper on the coffee table. "Here's what I've got." They were the lyrics to their first few songs as the newly formed band. "See what you can come up with."
At that point Kouyou removed his sunglasses, and Yuu, for the first time in a long time, felt his heart race. Now that his eyes were visible, every single one of Kouyou's features were no longer just pretty. They were strikingly beautiful. Like an angel's.
Like hers.
Fuck, no. It can't be.
"By the way, Kouyou," Takanori said. "Have you finally thought of what name you'll be using? Son of a bitch, you did keep me up all night asking for ideas for your damn stage name."
Kouyou laughed. "Yeah, I finally have. Sorry for the trouble."
"Mind telling me what it is?"
Yuu continued staring at Kouyou as he held back his tears and silently screamed in his head.
It was the same name that he gave her so many years ago.
"Uruha."
A/N: Yup. This is my first ever fanfiction, so I apologize for it being spectacularly simple. And I apologize for not including Kai in this chapter, but he WILL be present in the later ones. Also, I have no freaking clue what Yune's real name is. It probably isn't Shingo.
Chapter Two
Chapters: 1/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Romance, Drama, AU, AT
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned here.
Warnings: Very basic, almost no-frills writing. Otherwise, nothing, really.
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Uruha, The GazettE before Kai came around (in this chapter)
Synopsis: It was that dream again. The dreams were often bright - blinding, almost. By the sun and even more so by the person who always appeared there with him.
Comments: My first fanfiction EVER. Be nice. Please.
Yuu woke up with a start. It was that dream again.
He had been having the same dream these past few nights. He was in a field near his grandparents' house in Mie, a place he had not been to in over a decade. The dreams were often bright - blinding, almost. By the sun and even more so by the person who always appeared there with him.
The little girl by the tree. The girl who must have been the human form of one of the sky's brightest stars. His first friend. His first love.
The scene would always be the same, but what she would say would always be different. He would always watch her walk towards him slowly. He would always attempt to meet her halfway, but he wouldn't be able to move a muscle for some reason. And when she would finally close the distance between them, she would whisper to him. Whatever she whispered was different in every dream. Sometimes her words would be as clear as the daylight that they basked in. Other times they would make no sense at all. And after she speaks the dream would end, always with him struggling to move. And he would always wake up in a startled state.
He could not, for the life of him, remember her name.
But he did remember what she told him last night.
"That sweater you're wearing looks wonderful. You're as blue as the sky."
Yuu got off his futon, trudged to the bathroom, and saw himself in the mirror. Man, I look like shit, he thought. He knew his hair wasn't always the shade of violet it was that day, but he could not remember the last time his hair was its natural black. It was orange last month, red before that, blue before that...
Blue, he thought.
Aoi.
That was what people called him at work. And then he remembered his dream. You're as blue as the sky. He looked at his reflection more and noticed how his gray shirt made the loud shade of violet on his hair look strangely melancholy. "The sky is gray today, it seems," he said to himself.
Yuu wound the knob of the sink faucet, caught the water that flowed out, and dipped his face into his hands. As soon as the cold water hit his face, something dawned on him. He turned the faucet off and walked back into his room. He looked at the two guitars that rested on their stands near his closet. That's right, he thought. The band he was in, Artia, disbanded yesterday. From today on, if he still intended to put those expensive guitars to use, he had to find a new bunch of bastards that would agree to be in a band with him.
His cellphone buzzed on his sidetable as Yuu decided to check what time it was exactly. He had been awake for a few minutes already, but he did wonder who would call him so early at 10 in the fucking morning. People who knew him would know that he wouldn't normally be awake by that time.
Yuu picked up the phone, sighed, and pressed a random button. "Hello?"
"Hey Aoi. Oh, I mean Yuu. Yuu. Hey. This is Akira. Akira Suzuki."
"Sorry?"
"Reiki. Kar+te=zyAnose."
It was the bassist of another band that played at the Pit Inn a few nights ago. He wasn't able to watch them play, but he did meet Akira after their gig and went out drinking with him. He called himself Reiki onstage, and he was apparently a beast at the bass, so no one cared about the ridiculous noseband he always wore. "It still boggles the mind how you guys can say your band name with a straight face."
"Fuck you. Anyway, I heard you guys broke up."
"Artia? Yeah, just last night."
"So Pit Inn was your last gig too, huh?"
"Yeah, things weren't going too well between Kagami and Dekith even before that..." Yuu paused as he replayed Akira's words in his head. "Wait. 'Too'?"
Yuu heard a soft chuckle from the other line. "Yeah. Saku joined Colon and Kamitou quit. We weren't surprised about Kamitou quitting when Saku did, though. But yeah, Kar+te=zyAnose is left with just three people right now." Akira said as Yuu lit a cigarette. Saku was their drummer and Kamitou was their rhythm guitarist. They had one more guitarist, so they weren't in dire need to replace Kamitou, but they did need a drummer.
"Why disband, though?" was what came out of Yuu's mouth, along with a small puff of smoke.
"Even with new guys, if we kept going at the rate we are now, we won't survive the year. Not with the peanuts we get paid for every back breaking gig we do," Akira replied as Yuu blew out a small cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "We're not gonna do the same thing knowing we'll starve to death, so the three of us are forming a new band..."
Light gray smoke swirled out of Yuu's open mouth as Akira finished his sentence. "...and we'd be glad to have you on board."
"And maybe starve to death with you."
"Yeah."
Yuu smiled as he looked at his guitars again. "Fine. Why the hell not?"
He dreamt of her again that night.
It was the same blinding bright scene, by the same tree in the same field in Mie. Again, she approached him. Slowly. The sun made her so much more radiant, so much more magnificent. Yet again, he couldn't move to meet her halfway. All Yuu could do was wait until she was within arm's reach.
Even up close, she was too radiant for him to clearly see her face.
And again, he woke up with a start, this time with chills running down his spine as he recalled what she whispered to him.
I won't remember who you are when it happens, but I will be with you soon. Please call me out when you see me.
He still couldn't remember her fucking name.
"How have you been, Yuu?"
"Fine, Mom," Yuu retorted dryly as he clutched his cellphone next to his face and continued pacing in his living room. "I was just wondering, do you remember any female friends I had when we lived near Grandpa in Mie?"
"You were a shy kid, so you hardly had any friends. Let alone female friends. Why do you ask?"
She doesn't remember either, he thought.
"Ah," his mother said. Yuu's breathing stopped for a moment. "Are you talking about the one you always told me about? The one you always played with near the tree in the field?"
"YES," he exclaimed, and then softly apologized to his mother for the sudden outburst. "Yes, that's the one."
"Is she bothering you again?" His mother had a worried tone in her voice. The last time Yuu heard that tone in her voice was when he decided to move to Tokyo and live alone with nothing but a suitcase of clothing and an acoustic guitar.
"What do you mean, Mom? What was wrong with her?"
Yuu couldn't believe what his mother answered.
"She was your imaginary friend."
"My what?"
"We were staying in Inabe at the time. When we moved to Tsu, you were so depressed to leave that imaginary friend of yours. It took years before you woke up and realized that she was just a figment of your imagination."
Yuu found himself sitting on the couch, staring at a blank space. He didn't know when he stopped pacing. He didn't know when he stopped breathing either. I could use a damn cigarette.
"Is she bothering you again, Yuu?"
"N-no." Yuu replied as he grabbed the packet on the coffee table and pulled out the last cigarette that was there. "I just had a stupid dream about her and got really curious. I don't even remember her name." No fucking way he'd tell his mother he was dreaming of her every single night for the past week.
"You never told anyone her name." His mother said. "But since you just dreamt of her, and you aren't making floral wreaths out of hollyhocks to put on her head, I don't think there's anything to worry about."
"What the hell, I did that?" Sure he wore makeup, wore skirts, and put his hair in pigtails every so often during band performances, but making floral wreaths? He wanted to go back in time and kick his own ass.
His mother giggled. "Yes. It was cute at first, until we had to move to Tsu, and you got so heartbroken."
Shit. He really did make girly floral wreaths with...
...hollyhocks.
Just like the character he used for his stage name. How much did he love her exactly, he wondered, for her to have an effect on him even up to now? Even when he doesn't remember a thing about her?
"Are you okay, Yuu?"
Yuu blew out a cloud of smoke. "Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. Um, I need to go. I'm going out to meet my new band."
"I see," his mother responded. "Take care alright? And Yuu?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Do your best."
The sky looked like it was moving in stop motion as buildings would block the view of drifting clouds from the speeding train Yuu was in. Patches of pink and lilac festooned some of the clusters of buildings from where he was standing. He liked winter much more than spring, but he couldn't help but smile at the sight of cherry blossoms. "Spring equinox," he said to himself. He did plan to go to Mie to join his family to visit the graves of dead relatives he doesn't particularly remember having a lot of conversations with. How about going to Inabe? See if that tree's still there. I'll have the thing exorcised, and maybe she'll leave me the hell alone and let me sleep.
Yuu got off at his stop, and he walked to the apartment that was supposed to be Akira's place. He was surprised at the person who opened the door when he knocked, worried that he went to the wrong place. Yuu wouldn't have recognized the surprisingly gentle-looking bassist without his noseband if it weren't for the familiar face in Akira's living room.
"Glad you could make it. Come in."
"Hello Akira. Is that Shingo?"
Shingo's eyes were hooded by his blonde hair as he smiled. "Hey there, Yuu." He was the drummer of Artia, Yuu's previous band. He was the one they used to call Dekith. "Am I still gonna call you Aoi?"
Yuu smiled as he took a seat. "I'm thinking about it." Yuu then turned to Akira. "I didn't recognize you without your noseband. You look cute."
"I didn't recognize you without your pigtails. You look horrible." Akira's retort flew right over Yuu's head. "Takanori said he's on his way here, although I doubt that. He probably just got out of the shower. Kouyou had to visit some graves in Kanagawa, so he'll be late as well. But he said he'll come."
Yuu gave him a puzzled look. He had no idea who the hell these bastards were.
"Oh," Akira cleared his throat. "Takanori is our vocalist. Kouyou is the guitarist you're gonna be working with. I will obviously be playing bass. And you might have guessed already that Shingo will be on drums." Yuu had never seen them perform when Kar+te=zyAnose was still intact. He could only hear them from backstage, while he was trying to break fights between the assholes he had for bandmates.
He looked at Shingo, one of those assholes. His black hair a few nights ago was now blonde, which made him look even more gentle than he already did before. Shingo was one of those people who looked incredibly docile but are actually quite feral when they want to be. He's a menace particularly when he's drunk. "Are you still gonna call yourself Dekith onstage?" Yuu asked the drummer.
Shingo shook his head. "I actually have another band, and I'm using the name Dekith for that band."
It was no surprise to Yuu that Shingo would be in another band so soon. He was quite the drummer. "For this band," Shingo added, "my new name will be Yune."
"Yune."
"Yeah."
Yuu smiled. "That's a cool name. It suits you."
"Fag."
"You're welcome."
He must have fallen asleep on Akira's chair while waiting for Takanori and Kouyou, as he dreamt of her again. But this time she wasn't walking towards him. She was walking beside him. They walked as they watched the sun set from the vast field, somewhere in Inabe.
"Yuu," she uttered. "Wouldn't it be nice if I lived in your world?"
"What do you mean? You're with me, aren't you?"
She sighed. "I would like to breathe the same air you breathe. Hold your hand and let you feel it." She looked heavenwards as the wind blew through her hair.
He said nothing.
"I'll go see you," she says. "I will find a way to get out of my world and live in yours."
He thinks to himself that if reincarnation were applied here, then they would probably have a ten-year age gap between them. But she was from another time. From another world. That didn't apply here. And even if it did, he wouldn't care. He did want to be with her.
But he still said nothing.
"I won't remember who you are when it happens, but I will be with you soon. Please call me out when you see me.
"ABOUT TIME, FUCKERS."
Yuu woke up to the sound of Akira greeting the two bandmates they waited about an hour and a half for. None of the words they were saying made sense as Yuu got up to greet the two other men he'll be working with for hopefully longer than his previous bands.
The shorter man went right up to Yuu and shook his hand. "I apologize for being late. Thank you so much for coming today. Takanori Matsumoto. Please treat me well." Takanori's strong features were softened by his platinum blonde hair. He had badass written all over his face, so Takanori being friendly surprised Yuu a tad.
"No, thank you for taking me in. Yuu Shiroyama. I'm pleased to meet you."
He then noticed the taller one, Kouyou. The guy looked dainty with his full lips and his long blonde hair, but his looks were solidified a bit by a pair of sunglasses. Every single article of clothing he wore was black, and Yuu could tell from how comfortable Kouyou looked in them that he didn't reserve these clothes for graveyard visits.
"I am Yuu Shiroyama. We'll be working together on guitars. Please treat me well."
Kouyou bowed back at him, smiling. "Kouyou Takashima. Thank you for coming today. Pleased to meet you."
Yuu walked by Shingo, who was introducing himself to their new bandmates, and got his guitar out of its case.
They all took their seats in Akira's living room as Takanori layed a small pile of paper on the coffee table. "Here's what I've got." They were the lyrics to their first few songs as the newly formed band. "See what you can come up with."
At that point Kouyou removed his sunglasses, and Yuu, for the first time in a long time, felt his heart race. Now that his eyes were visible, every single one of Kouyou's features were no longer just pretty. They were strikingly beautiful. Like an angel's.
Like hers.
Fuck, no. It can't be.
"By the way, Kouyou," Takanori said. "Have you finally thought of what name you'll be using? Son of a bitch, you did keep me up all night asking for ideas for your damn stage name."
Kouyou laughed. "Yeah, I finally have. Sorry for the trouble."
"Mind telling me what it is?"
Yuu continued staring at Kouyou as he held back his tears and silently screamed in his head.
It was the same name that he gave her so many years ago.
"Uruha."
A/N: Yup. This is my first ever fanfiction, so I apologize for it being spectacularly simple. And I apologize for not including Kai in this chapter, but he WILL be present in the later ones. Also, I have no freaking clue what Yune's real name is. It probably isn't Shingo.
Chapter Two