|Kisaki: C5, heading towards E4 Lonely...
||[Jun. 20th, 2005|11:37 am]
The Jrock Battle Royale Roleplay Game!
(OOC: Sorry it's long, but there is some stuff here important for Kisaki's character! I hope Shinya and Die are OK with how I wrote you in the flashback. If not then let me know and I'll change it! :D)|
Kisaki took out his map and turned the flashlight on it, his eyes sweeping it like a hawk in search of a clue.
Where are you Emiru? I've got to end your suffering! That's what Kamijo would have wanted. That's what you want, isn't it? Come out to play Emiru...
The wind was icy and harsh, and it wrapped itself around Kisaki's body as he shivered, crouching on the pavement. He looked up. Across the road stood the house. He looked up to the bedroom window. Hiro...
"Forget it..." he whispered under his breath. "Come on Kisaki! He's dead. It's better this way."
Kaoru and Kyo had left stage together, talking loudly and laughing. Kaoru even looked over his shoulder quickly to look at Kisaki with that vacant expression. There used to be friendship there, but now there was nothing, except Kaoru's sick pleasure at having won. And Kisaki was out of the band.
Kisaki stopped walking next to the vending machine. He had no idea where Shinya and Die had got to, but he didn't really care. Runing after 'bandmates' wasn't what he planned on doing. Not now that he'd finished the last La:Sadies live. It was over. Finished.
Not for Kisaki.
He slipped some coins into the machine before pressing the button. There were some mechanical sounds before a bottle of Coke was deposited in the bottom tray with a metalic cling. Kisaki picked it up and flipped off the lid. He tipped the drink back and let the cool liquid slip down his throat. So refreshing. Especially after that. That had to be the worst concert he had ever played.
Dreading Kaoru's gloating in the dressing room, Kisaki decided to go instead to the small bar down the road. He grabbed his coat on the way out and slipped away without anyone paying any real attention. Swearing under his breath, Kisaki vowed then that he would become something big. Not the lame bassist who got kicked out of a band. He would be so much more. Next time, people would notice his exit.
The rain beat down on him as he neared the pub. All in all it had been a crappy day. Time to get pissed.
Kisaki entered the bar. It was quite a warm and friendly place, with warm lighting and not too packed. Sitting down on a bar stool, Kisaki ordered a tequila. He didn't like the vile stuff much but it got him drunk fast. He just wanted to get pissed. Stop feeling. He wanted to stop the pain.
He glanced around the pub. Immediately something caught his eye. Fluffy dress? Kisaki knew a Jrocker when he saw one. They weren't the hardest of creatures to spot at least, and this one was unsubtle as fuck. It was the last thing he needed. To be taunted by someone else about his failure. He decided to stay at the bar and try to keep a low profile.
The sound of a door slamming caught his attention, and he looked up. Damn! Another one comming out from the toilets! This one had long curly blonde hair, verging on ginger and was wearing what looked like a blue velvet cat suit. Definately Jrocker.
As the blue one neared the fluffy one, obviously to sit down, he looked up. "AH! Kisaki sama!"
His friend turned around. Upon seeing Kisaki, his eyes flew open. "OMG OMG OMG!" The two of them stampeaded towards the bar, causing Kisaki to jump back, nearly falling off his stool.
"What the fuck?" he said, feeling a little dazed.
"Hi! I'm Kamijo!" said the one in blue. "And this is my friend Emiru!"
Emiru jumped up and down like a school girl. "We're in a band just like you!" he squeacked. Then, he put his hands on his hips and said proudly "I'm a bassist too!"
Kisaki nodded. "Oh, that's nice"
"Yes, it is!" Emiru giggled, nodding furiously.
Kisaki sighed. Although two people as hyper as this were enough to make any serious musician projectile vomit, he appreciated how interested in him they seemed to be.
Kamijo beckoned to the barman. "Hey, three shots of Vodka please!"
He turned to Kisaki in admiration. "We were just at your live! Shame about the breakup though."
"Yeah, shame" said Kisaki unenthusiastically.
"I think you're the best member" Emiru said. "Why did you decide to leave?"
"I got kicked out!" Kisaki said mournfully. "And if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be leaving."
He jumped down from the barstool, and began to walk from the bar. He wiped away a tear, hoping it had gone unnoticed. This was too much. He'd always known he was the best member. But they'd still got rid of him. He didn't need to have his face rubbed in it by two men wearing costumes fit for a 5-year old's dress up party.
As he pushed the door open, Kamijo called out to him. "Don't go yet. It's better to be with people when things go badly. I could even introduce you to some musician friends of mine looking for a bassist..."
"Forget it" Kisaki said coldly before leaving the bar.
The rain had got a lot heavier since he went in, and he knew his make up must have been running. He didn't really care. He couldn't be bothered with it all anymore. He felt like going home and putting an add in the paper for his bass. He didn't feel like it was worth playing anymore.
Could he really do that though? The bass was... well, if he sold it he would be parting with a peice of his soul! Could he really do that? Give up that much this easily? Was that what people would remember of Kisaki? Some freak in a crappy band who got kicked out? No... they'd remember greatness!
Kamijo's voice rang through his head like a metronome. "I could even introduce you to some musician friends of mine looking for a bassist..."
Kisaki smiled, and turned around, towards the bar.
Kisaki slowly stood up, and walked back towards the house in front of him. "It's better to be with people when things go badly" he repeated under his breath. He didn't understand why it was still raining inside, but he pushed on up the stairs. In reality, it wasn't raining. Kisaki was crying. But through years of being strong, he'd even forgotten what it felt like to properly cry.
Kisaki came to stand in the doorway of the bedroom. Hiro lay in the bed as peacefully as when Kisaki had left him.
"Wake up" Kisaki whispered. "I don't want to be alone again."
Hiro didn't answer. He just lay there, looking at complete peace. Kisaki looked the opposite. Red eyes, and tear-stained cheeks. His hair was a complete mess and his elaborate blue and silver costume was starting to tear at the seams. The winner of Battle Royale was whoever stayed alive longest, but from what Kisaki could see, Hiro was the winner, and Kisaki was the loser.
"You're such a loser Kisaki! Stop fucking up my guitar parts!"
"It's better if you play A minor there instead!" Kisaki exasperated. Although he respected Kaoru's tallent, it annoyed him how the feisty guitarist would never accept his advice. If he did, he'd be even better.
"Look Kisaki, this is a band with 5 members, right? This isn't just for you to rule everything we do!"
"He's right you know!" Kyo piped in. "We need to work together!"
"That's what I'm trying to do! Fucking hell! We could be so good if only you guys would try as hard as I do!" Kisaki snapped.
"If it's that bad, why don't you just leave the band?" Kaoru said spitefully.
"I'm not going to leave..." Kisaki began, but Kaoru interuppted.
"I think you should."
There was a silence as Kisaki and Kaoru kept their eyes fixed on each other, burning each other. It was a war, and it was Kisaki who pulled out first. "That's ridiculous Kaoru! You can't just kick me out because you want to! It's a group decision! You can only do that if everyone agrees with you! Stop being a bastard!"
Kisaki smiled, and looked around. The smile was soon wiped from his face. Shinya kept his eyes on the floor. Shinya, who Kisaki had known for so long abandoning him now? And Die wouldn't say a word. He just shrugged at Kisaki. Kyo moved to stand by Kaoru, who now had his arms folded.
Kisaki rose up, trying to make himself as tall as he could. "Fine."
"Hiro! Don't leave me now!" Kisaki screamed, running over to the bed. He grabbed Hiro by the shoulders and shook him violently. "Don't leave me! Why does everyone leave me!"
Hiro again didn't respond. Kisaki's shaking only messed up the drummer's hair, but his face remained at peace. Kisaki was choking on his tears. "PLEASE!" he wailed, his voice trembling and painful.
He released his grip and rolled off onto the floor, curling up into a ball. He had never felt so alone. And this time, it was his fault. Hiro had wanted to stay with him. Someone who had actually wanted to stay with Kisaki for the first time ever... and I didn't even hear him.
It took Kisaki a while to recover himself. Mournfully, he left the house again, leaving Hiro to rest in peace.
Slowly, he stumbled out of the door. Again he took out the map and scanned it. Emiru's out there somewhere. What's he doing right now? He's probably just as scared as I am. It's better to be with someone...
Kisaki's gaze fixed on the arcade. Emiru had always been a fun person. Always wanting to do something exiting. Maybe he'd have gone there?
Slowly, with the flail in hand, Kisaki set off south. Searching frantically for the one thing he had wanted the whole fucking time. Searching for a friend.