An angel's voice. || Fyolai ||

1. ⊹The Angels⊹

⚠︎Warnings for this Chapter⚠︎
•mentions of suicide
•smoking
•swearing

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Loud music, flashing lights, screaming, and a bunch of singing. This is what Fyodor loved. As the lead singer and guitarist, he always made sure his band was alright. There were no moments he would put his shows before the well-being of his friends.
The Russian ended his solo and waved at his fans, smiling. The Band bowed and said goodbye to their fans before leaving the stage to get some rest.

"Great job everyone! The fans loved us!" said the brunette. Dazai Osamu was his name. He was the bass player and side singer. And a pretty close friend of Fyodor. Next to Dazai was a boy with black hair standing and agreeing to what the bass player had said. Akutagawa, the drum player.
"of course they loved us, Dazai. They didn't come here without a reason, right?" Fyodor finally answered, drinking his water as he lazily laid on the couch.

The Angelic roses were a small yet known band. They also got a lot of attention after a lot of drama that happened. One of Fyodor's members, Sigma, had left the angelic roses to join the rival band. None really knew why, but Fyodor didn't seem to care. Now they were only four. And they enjoyed every moment together.
The angelic roses were Fyodor, Dazai, Akutagawa and Shibusawa. Shibusawa couldn't attend the last shows because of an accident that had happened some months ago. As they were performing around 5 months ago, Shibusawa suddenly had blacked out and got brought to the hospital. It turned out that he had a brain injury from unknown reasons. At least the doctors didn't say anything. The good thing was, that Shibusawa was feeling better and that he'd join them later.

"Oi Fyodor! How about we start packing our stuff now, so we don't have to do it later? We have to get to Yokohama after all. And we both know that we all hate long car rides." Dazai hummed, letting himself fall onto the couch next to Fyodor. "that's actually a good idea.. Yeah. Let's pack now. We don't have much to pack anyway." the Russian nodded, getting up and stretching.
As Fyodor entered his room, he grabbed a hair tie and tied his hair up into a messy bun. He quickly packed some stuff and put it next to his door, humming.

Around 2 hours passed and everyone was getting ready to leave. Fyodor walked to the car with Dazai and listened to the brunettes talking. He was talking about some guy he had met at the bar yesterday. "He had those crazy Azure eyes! I'm telling you he is the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life." Dazai said with a dreamy voice and shimmering eyes.
Fyodor just chuckled softly and shook his head. He didn't know how to reply so he just stayed quiet and let the brunette continue. He sat in the passenger seat while Dazai sat behind him. Soon Akutagawa joined as well and sat down next to Dazai. Now they were only waiting for their driver, Yuukio.

Hours passed and by now they were already driving to Yokohama. A drive from Kyoto to Yokohama took a little longer than 5 hours, and right now they were already driving for 4 hours. Dazai was asleep in the back and Akutagawa was listening to music. Fyodor in the meantime was scrolling through social media and checked new comments and other stuff. He even answered some of them. He smirked and opened his camera, taking a picture of Dazai asleep in the back.
He then uploaded the picture in his Instagram story and chuckled softly. It didn't take long until he felt his phone vibrating from all the likes and reactions he was getting.

Fyodor smiled and looked back outside and sunk into his seat, closing his eyes. He let out a sigh and just relaxed for a bit. As he felt the car stop, he opened his eyes again and blinked.
The angelic roses had officially arrived in Yokohama. The Russian immediately sat up and looked around in amazement. Dazai soon woke up as well and looked outside, smiling. He was back in his hometown and it made him happy.
It didn't take long until they finally arrived at the big building where the show was set. As Yuukio parked their car, Dazai and Fyodor both got out to stretch and look around. Akutagawa in the meantime helped Yuukio with the stuff they had packed.

Fyodor lit a cigarette and hummed, leaning against their car. "Dazai, you should probably check your Instagram. I made something while you were asleep." The Russian smirked, blowing the smoke into the brunettes face. Dazai coughed in response and shook his head. "I swear to God if you took a picture of me sleeping, I'll make you eat the cigarette." Dazai huffed, taking out his phone. It didn't take long until Dazai started talking about new suicide methods and other stuff. Fyodor glanced at the other from time to time, clearly hating that topic. The Russian wasn't the biggest fan of knowing that his friend wanted to die so badly.

However, before Fyodor could say anything, he noticed a group watching him from around the corner. He rose a brow and stared back at the man who was watching him. The guy had long silver hair and looked around the same age as Fyodor. He narrowed his eyes at the unknown man as he laughed and turned away. »what a weirdo.« he thought, looking back at Dazai who was still talking about suicide.

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955 words
First chapter! I hope you liked it. <3