Concert of Life (Open)

[ryuusei]

"So many lives that could be taken so easily, and yet I am one of the few who refuse to take."The young man with bright crimson eyes thought to himself as he walked through the crowd of people who were enjoying themselves to the max. Some of the people around him gasped and tried to speak to him as they recognized who he really was, not a young man for the party but the Siren who did not kill others endlessly, Ryuusei Takeda.

The young Siren had hoped for a quiet and peaceful time before his show would begin but of course his features were far to different from others to NOT be noticed. It came to a surprise to Ryuusei that many of the Sirens did not believe in the morals that he has of only taking the energy off of the wicked or dying. Instead in the first year of being held in this hell many famous Sirens held concerts all around to collect energy from large groups of people. It took less than a week for everyone to realize that going to a concert meant instant and painful death. But this young man Ryuusei Takeda was different, he loved his music and thought that if such a beautiful thing was used to kill hundreds he might as well kill himself for the evil deed.

Ryuusei put on a smile and a wave to the men and women around him who were all oh so happy to see the Siren who never killed, The man of Harmony, the one and only Ryuusei Takeda. Normally he would have been happy to hear the cheers of the people who came just to hear his music, but he wasn't on his full block of happiness today, no. It had not been twenty four hours since his last true friend, the last of the two pilots who had been with him for ten years had finally given to madness from not consuming energy in so long that he attacked Ryuusei who had to destroy him to save himself. This sickeningly gave him the energy from his last true friend who he will morn for the years to come.

But for now. . . Ryuusei climbed upon the stage that had been set up for his personal use that day to entertain all the guests who had come to see him. No matter what he had to act like he usually did, happy with a slightly gloomy face.

"Well hello everyone!" He spoke through a microphone as the audience cheered for him. "I didn't suspect so many of you today, aren't there any other Sirens out there singing in concert without killing all the fans?" He said sarcastically causing his fans to both laugh and continue cheering him on. "Well before I bore you all to death how about we start off with a new song huh!?" He yelled as the equipment crew began tuning the computer for the singers beat. And with the music starting the audience began to quiet down along with Ryuusei tapping his foot to the song.

". . . .Yami ka hikari ka kono DOA wo aketara futatabi modoreruka
Sou yokubou ni rekishi wa mayou"

He sang in his usual medium deep tune, this song was in Japanese which was common as Ryuusei preferred to sing in a variety of languages.

"Jidai okure no DEBAISU ni donna ni aichaku ga attemo
Sude ni tsunagaru basho mo nakute"

Nothing in the world felt better to the Siren than to sing to a happy crowd who adored his voice.

[rukene]

The air was filled with happy cheers, laughter, and good time. Rides, games and fun galore. The sky was bright with a full glistening round moon, the navy blue dark sky filled with hundreds of stars despite the lights. A red haired young man walked through the crowd with his arms crossed, glancing around and admiring the sights. Here it was almost carefree of troubles, even if it could be a tad bit noisy. He disliked all the crowds, but he couldn’t say he hated it either. Aroku attracted a fair bit of attention from his strange wings, them being so unique and strange. With long quill like feathers resembling that of a fairy, but clumped together like one massive wing with cloth like tails like a butterfly, the pattern like strange scales. It’s combination strange and unseen by many, which is why it drew attention and got the occasional questions and approaches.

He ignored the stares, but gave answers to questions to be nice although they bugged him a bit by being so impulsive. Aroku Valainistima, kind irritated freak show. Or, that’s how he felt at this moment. He trudged on in silence and alone, gazing around him. He was envious of the bundle of friends together sharing simple cotton candy and making jokes, as well as the family members who walked hand in hand. He didn’t really have any of that. Sure, he did help a lot of people and knew many, but he just wasn’t all that close to them. They lived everywhere, scattered in the most inaccessible or dangerous locations where he happened upon them and offered a kind of assistance. ‘I suppose it’s better than nothing. But it is rather lonely.’ Aroku thought to himself, vivid green eyes like that of a soft grass scanning the crowds around him.

That was when something carried to his ears… a rather strong and heart-felt song flowed across the crowd and attracted all sorts of attention. People hurried past to get to the large crowd set in front of the stage and a couple others flew over, touching down rapidly near the back of the crowd and rushing up, anxiously wanting to get a look. Aroku blinked, who could it be? He wasn’t all that familiar with famous people, ever. He just didn’t find it necessary. But the song was rather calming and unique. Aroku walked over, his wings softly pressing in and out unconsciously like that of a stilled butterfly upon a flower petal. His eyes lured forward by the young man onstage in a handsome suit with dark green hair and crimson eyes, holding a microphone to his lips as he sung the song out to the crowd. He easily recognized it as Japanese lyrics, as he knew the language as if it was second nature. He had no memory of learning it, it was just there.

His eyes looked in wonder, his face, among others, illuminated by the slightly blue lights onstage. Aroku didn’t know why, but the man was somehow… familiar? No, that wasn’t it… there was something about this Siren. He couldn’t place his finger on it. Maybe it was just his imagination. ‘Most likely’ he thought, listening to the song with a small smile across his lips.

[ryuusei]

As the young Siren sang with joy towards his fans he felt nothing but happiness inside of him, all the sorrow he felt from losing his last true friend had vanished right when the crowd cheered him on. Although it was not as glamorous and wonderful as it was in the real world, this version of his life could work just as well.

". . . tomaranai NO CONTROL iki sakinado
NO CONTROL dare mo kitto
NO CONTROL shiranai mama susun dekita
NO CONTROL sekai no ishi
NO CONTROL shitagau nara
tatoe kokoro ni uso tsuitemo. . ." His eyes focused on the crowd as the beat continued in rhythm with his soft voice, he looked each one in the eye acknowledging them as people who he cared for. After all without these people Ryuusei would have been a soul stealing creature of myth like most other Sirens in this world. But then he locked eyes with what seemed to be a Leech, but this one looked strangely familiar to him and yet he was a complete stranger.

For some reason he was now very interested with this person, a feeling within him told to speak with him. But it would have to wait, and so after three long minutes he finished his song with the crowd applauding and asking for more.

"Alright alright, don't worry I'll be here all night." He said with a sarcastic tone in his voice after they calmed down some. "I'll be doing another song in about fifteen minutes so you guys can rest and talk while you wait." With that he locked eyes with the red haired man once again and nudged his head slightly, a small signal to move where he was going. Quickly stepping back behind the stage he leaned against the soft plywood that made it up now waiting for the mysterious man to reveal himself.

"Why does he look so familiar. . . I've never seen him in my entire life." He thought to himself while staring into the nights sky.

[rukene]

Aroku felt the urge to look around when he saw the man upon stage stare directly at him, but did not do so out of the knowledge he’d look stupid if he did. As soon as he saw the singer disappear, he waited for a few moments, but no one followed him. So he was looking directly at him. He wondered why… this was all to strange and the bells of ‘this isn’t coincidence’ rang in his skull. He spread his wings, leaping off the ground and flying into the air without much effort into doing so. He rounded the stage, coming to the back where it seemed so much more naked and ill decorated than the front. The wooden beams were much more noticeable and the grass grew freely behind the stage as wires were everywhere, hooked up to the back of speakers and the lighting. Aroku didn’t want to assume anything, but questioned persisted in his mind. Did this person know him? Did he do something wrong? Was there a fee he was supposed to pay? He didn’t know, and it bothered him because this man was… somehow familiar in an odd way. Not in the sense he’d seen him before, because honestly he would remember so. But in the sense of… a strange feeling like intuition.

He softly landed in the thicket of grass away from the stage. Tucking his wings behind him as he brushed his clothed, smoothing them out from the moments of leisure flight. After pulling a few stray tresses of red hair from his face, he walked forward, stopping a few feet before the Siren. “You wished to see me?” Aroku asked with a hint of confusion that obviously showed. He didn’t seem anxious, his body language was laid back but his brows were slightly furrowed together in the confusion as to why he was randomly beckoned to come back here. Hopefully he wasn’t a virus in disguise, maybe he was affiliated with viruses, what if he was attacked randomly? But surely someone would notice. So many thoughts colliding at once in his brain, oh how he hated when this happened.

[ryuusei]

Only a few moments passed by when Ryuusei heard the soft sound of wings enter the sky above him and the sound of soft dirt hit the ground only some few feet away from where he stood. Although the light was dimmer in back than it was in the front of the stage the Siren could see every feature of this Leech.

"Yes. . ." He thought to himself as he examined the young man who seemed to be not a year older than himself. "I know him and yet I have no idea who he is, how odd." This was something Ryuusei had never come across in this years of living, even in the real world no one like this has ever appeared before him. Who was this man, was he a virus in disguise to turn a popular icon into a deadly program?

“You wished to see me?” The Leech finally spoke, breaking Ryuusei's concentration on the situation. Even his voice sounded familiar!

"Yes. . . I am happy that you caught my signal." He spoke calmly, hiding his wonder and curiosity inside. This must have been odd for this man, coming backstage to a man he obviously didn't know for an unknown reason. In fact he might think that Ryuusei's a threat who lured him in!

"Stupid! You should have approached him instead of making a situation such as this!" He thought to himself in regret thinking over his idiotic action caused by pure curiosity.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your time at this place." He spoke with regret in his voice as he did a small bow in response to his own words, a sign of apology to this red haired man. "I just have a natural curiosity I guess . . ." He spoke once more, now up straight again looking into the mans eyes. "It is just. . . You look so very familiar to me and yet you a complete stranger and this eats away at my mind." He said, embarrassed for his child like actions. "Have we. . . met before?" He finally asked him before taking his features once more, now realizing something that should have been obvious.

His hair and eyes, they are in the same structure as his own! Could it some how be that . . .

[rukene]

Aroku gazed at the man in front of him as he listened with a sort of confused curiosity… From what he spoke, he was feeling the same familiarity he was towards him. How odd. He shifted his footing a bit, not very comfortable in such an awkward position. Being confronted like this out of the blue back stage with no one around. His thoughts nagged that there was something wrong, but something else told him that was not true. He brushed away some of the hair from his eyes, somewhat protruding a very awkward silence.

“I’m sorry, but I have no recollection of meeting you before.” He stated. His green eyes watching the Siren. This was a strange situation indeed. “However,” Aroku added after a slight pause, “I’ve the same strange familiarity… Now that you mention it….” He stared long and hard at the man before him. This Siren had a striking resemblance to himself, which was part of the reason he believed that this man couldn’t be a Siren. Aroku had no living relatives, well, perhaps the exception of his sister who may or may not be a virus… But if this was a virus, they could have the power to replicate themselves as he… But what if this was as true as it appeared to be. “You, wouldn’t happen to be a Virus… would you?” Aroku asked, voicing his suspicion as he raised an eyebrow.

He somehow wished this man was a virus, maybe he would turn out to be his sister. As odd a thought as it was. Because if he was not, what would be the explanation? How could they look so alike. He never had any other siblings, and he was the eldest. And it could not be one of those children his parents took in as their own family, because they were adopted and would look nothing like him….

[ryuusei]

The man spoke before he could say anything about the similarity of they're appearances. With a sigh of regret once more the man asked if the Siren was a Virus, something anyone would have asked if they were put in the same situation. But he had also had a sense of familiarity towards Ryuusei although they had never met before in either this world or the real world, it had to mean something.

With a chuckle he knew he had to respond to him with something. "No no, I'm not a virus but I thought you would ask that to the person who lured you back stage for no real reason at all." Although the thought of this man being a virus lingered in his mind, after all in this cyber world you could never be to careful in situations such as this.

"But. . ." He said again with wonder in his voice, still entranced by his previous thoughts on the situation. They looked so much alike and yet the color features to they're hair and eyes were reversed, could that be mere coincidence? Could he be a brother that his father have had but remained quiet and hid the secret away? "He does have fathers hair in both color and style, but I have my own color from my mother. . . What does this mean!?" He thought with a slight pint of anger rising up within him, this was so very aggravating for the young man as he could not figure something such as this out!

"But. . . I have a small feeling, which I know sounds very absurd that we are. . ." He hesitated, knowing how stupid and idiotic he will sound after saying this. "Long lost siblings, brothers to be exact." He spoke his redundant words feeling like a fool who has to explain his meaningless words to someone who thinks he is insane. "You. . have my fathers hair style and color while I only inherit the style."

[rukene]

One’s first reaction was to well, laugh. But this situation wasn’t very laughable… In all honestly, Aroku had been thinking along the same lines. He pulled at a tress of his hair, staring at it as if wondering how he could have gained a hair style from someone he’d never met. Aroku shook his head, “I don’t see how this is possible…” he replied. “I had a sister, but we were abandoned when we were young. However, you seem to be older, so how does that fit if I was a toddler when they left? If they birthed you later, you would be a teenager.” Aroku crossed his arms. Finding this hard to believe, and he couldn’t piece any of it together either. There was a possibility his parents could have abandoned this man before him and he could have not known. But they didn’t even seem a year apart in age. In fact, they almost looked liked twins, with the exception of the siren looking a bit older.

This was very confusing, and irritating. Honestly, how did things like this happen? There was no reasonable explanation as to why he had an older and very much similar looking brother. Who claimed that he carried the hair style of his father, when Aroku didn’t even remember what his father looked like. It didn’t add up in the slightest bit. He sighed, unfolding his arms, “Well, before this goes on its useless track of confusion, I’d rather introduce myself. My name is Aroku Valainistima. My sister, whom is hopefully deceased, was Alilat Valainistima. I’m afraid I don’t see how it’s possible we could be related…” Aroku’s green eyes reflected his confusion and trouble on the matter.