It's been a while since that dream.
I still don't know what had happened.
Life has returned to its black and white, the sound everyday just buzzing in these ears. The sun is shining. A little too brightly. It's painful.
The heat is sweltering, everyone else is wearing lightly. I pull on my jacket as always, pulling the top up to cover my exposed neck as the breeze blows past. Cold.
I step past the gates to the Academy. This school functioned in a really odd way. You could enter at any age with talent and skill. But you couldn't graduate until you showed promise to burst in the world outside.
I joined at age 5, when I was a bubbly kid. Colour held so little meaning then, when everything was filled with it. Of course, I haven't been able to graduate. After this monochrome life started, the teachers have been telling me. You don't have the potential. There's no energy. No emotion.
I come here everyday anyways to practice. Not that I need it. All I lacked was the soul for it.
Today, all the talk is about a band coming in soon to perform. I stop in front of one of the posters, and that purple and gold greets me again. It's a flash- and it's gone.
I stagger a few steps back before returning to my dragging back home. I take a longer route today, for no particular reason. The CD shop blasts new music. Hold on. I'm listening to this. I'm enjoying this.
The music is of a similar style to that band on TV. It's heavy metal, but the traditional music part of it has held me in place.
I turn to see a colorful array of CDs, and a board promoting it. Senkou. It means Flash in Japanese. I buy one of the 4 types to bring home.
I slip the CD into the player, and music begins to play. I'm actually enjoying this. The colour begins to flood back. I am entranced. It feels like I'm in wonderland.
It's odd. The 4th track has come so early, and by the time the colour and music has faded, I find myself being able to hear. There's no more buzzing. I hear the traffic downstairs. I hear the TV switching back to its channels, and the talk show host is speaking. The fan blowing. The squeaking of the sofa.
It's loud. Everything is loud. But it's beautiful. Like light at the end of the tunnel. I hear the hope singing to me, and I know I'll be out of this soon. I will be out of this soon.
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Niji {Mahiro×Reader}
FanfictionI wrote this because honestly There aren't enough V-kei stories here, one of those V-kei bands being Kiryu. I do not write these for any specific person. I write them in my own free time when inspiration strikes. I apologize if the story turns out...
