Voices Of Angels

Reach out to you - True Colors

"WAIT!"

Mikey's step came to halt. He looked at the back slightly, seeing Takemichi whispering something to the host and one of his friend on the backstage. Panicking a bit when Takemichi stomped towards him, he pulled his cap down more, covering his whole face.

Without any warning, Takemichi grabbed Mikey's hand and brought him towards the stage, taking him by surprised. Mikey tried to protest but he knew Takemichi was so stubborn. Walking with his head down, Mikey tried his best to avoid looking at the gaping Toman and some people from other gangs.

Takemichi walked on the stage, dragging Mikey with him. There were some whispered and murmured in the venue but he didn't pay them any attention. He pushed Mikey down on the seat next to him, the seat he asked the host to put earlier. When Mikey wanted to stand up from the chair, Takemichi pinned him down with a stern look successfully pinning Mikey to the chair.

It was not long before Takuya trudged towards Takemichi with a guitar bag on his back. Takuya gave the bag to Takemichi who took the back gently as if he was afraid that he would break it. Muttering a small thank you to Takuya, he opened the bag to take out his precious guitar. The whispering around them grew louder when they saw the guitar.

Toman looked at Takemichi and Mikey confused. They didn't know Mikey would be here too. They knew Mikey planned to come without them knowing if the clothes and cap he wore were anything to go by.

Meanwhile Mikey fidgeted on his seat, locking his eyes on the floor. The floor suddenly became too interesting to look at. His inner panicking had been ignored as Takemichi carefully tuned his guitar before he turned to Mikey when he found the right sounds he wanted.

Takemichi looked at fidgeting Mikey. His eyes softened at the sight of Mikey. Mikey looked tired but he was here. He really missed him.

When Mikey refused to meet Takemichi's eyes, Takemichi reached out to him. Mikey felt a familiar warmth on his cheeks. Takemichi held both Mikey's cheeks with both his hands, guiding his head to look up.

When black obsidian met ocean blue, Takemichi smiled softly. He stroked Mikey's cheeks gently unaware of the silence the venue had became. Takemichi wiped the lone tear in the corner of Mikey's eyes.

"Manjirou"

The tears pooling in his eyes when he heard how Takemichi still calling him so affectionately. As if he was the most precious to him. As if he was treasured by him. As if he didn't just beat him to death door few weeks ago.

"You with the sad eyes,"

Takemichi smiled softly at Mikey, his hands still holding Mikey's cheeks. He looked straight in Mikey's eyes, trying to get this in his mind.

The crowds frozen still on their seat as Takemichi sings acapella, no music as the background but his voice still beautiful.

"Don't be discouraged"

Making sure Mikey's eyes stay on him, he slowly letting go of Mikey's cheeks. Takemichi started strumming his guitar gently while his eyes never leaving Mikey's. The tunes of guitar sounded soft to the ears.

"oh I realize,
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
The darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small"

Mikey stared at Takemichi with mixed emotion in his heart. He saw as Takemichi sang to him with a gentle look on his face. He looked towards the certain group just to see them looking at them with fondness.