infernal pavement, hololive fan-fic (En ver)

Prologue

From my chair in the backstage, I was hearing the thunderous applause. The shouts and the encore from a never-satiated public. Letting out a sigh , I put my hairs elastic on the desk, putting down my twin tails and freeing my hair. On my side, Mel, who have to go on stage after me, was looking at me with urgency. Like she was waiting for something from me. With a thin smile, I answered to her look:

« -Not tonight. I'mtoo tired. Go for it. I'm certain you'll have a lot of success, like everytime. »

with stars in the eyes, she thanked me and, with clenched hand, ran to the stage where joyful cheers started to get louder.

With a growing tiredness, I changed my clothes in haste, letting my stage outfit half-hanged in my locker where Bibi was sleeping in his animal form. So it was between my arm that I'll bring him back home tonight.

Like everyday from this incident three years ago, the five minutes between the theater and my apartment looked like an eternity. Between the elusive gazes, inquisitive whispers and the others rumors that I could definitely not get used to and continue to resonate tirelessly to my ears.

Halfway of the stairs, Bibi woken up, only to fly and lazily layed on the top of my head with a satisfied sigh. He stayed like this until I opened the doors of my home, at the fifth floors, then, he jumped on the ground only to run and snuggle into his cushion in the corner of the room.

Walking slowly, I get to my chamber and get into my pajama, an old white t-shirt and a black faded short, before laying down on my bed. Waiting on the slumber, I noticed that I was still drowned into the night's light. but, while I was on my way to close the doors, a strange feeling was pushing me to go outside. So, I walked to my little balcony, staring at the horizon. The hot wind of the hell feels chill under the cold oscillating blue light who ramble on the capital rooftop. Facing me at several kilometers, raise the tremendous complex of steel and glass separating the city and the deep-sea trench, where the only natural light reach us all day long. But in this strange full moon night, it was radiating stranges things, because red and green glimmers without any apparent source was blending to the usual azur reflect and in the wind, an unknown and hollow song was drowning any other sound in his sweetness.

I stayed leaning few minutes, involuntarily rocked by this cold ambience. But get in to sleep when the shivers of the cold took me another yawn, locking the balcony doors and my chamber with more caution than usual.