remembrance of roselia's past

The fading ruby-red sun dripped its faint dye, a runny watercolor, through the crevices on the roughly textured canvas of a vast sky. Cicadas were chirping in the distance, and Circle was about to close for the day. However, Roselia was still finishing up their practice, striving to achieve their standards.

The door slammed shut, as Marina turned the key in the lock, amidst the rustling of the chains. They changed against each other once more before footsteps receded into the distance. Outside, a mild breeze was beginning to blow, the first signs of autumn. Summer had faded in its slow death, leaving the scenery shrouded in leaves in the still silence, blazing embers in darkening coal. The humidity that still hung in the air dangle off of a string, a dewdrop that could sink away and splash into a puddle as soon as the air began picking up its pace into a steady beat.

A cloudy afternoon hung within the frame. There was no vivacity in the live house tonight, and the loneliness gnawed away on a thin thread. Of course, the Café was still open and would be open for a few more silent hours, but no passerby dared to stop. It was almost too perfect to perturb, darkness under rousing, rampant, glowing crimson light.

Roselia, the famous blue rose band armed with their staggeringly high standards and devotion, determination, and pride, was still finishing up their practices.

However, it was hard for the other members to concentrate on practicing in the nearby room when their vocalist, Yukina Minato, was occupied with their keyboardist and costume designer, Rinko Shirokane.

"Y-Yuki...Yukina-san... uuu..." Rinko softly stammered, about to start sobbing.

"I don't get paid enough for this.."

Yukina slapped Rinko with all the power she had. After the slap, Rinko went nearly  blind. Rinko then replied, "Yuki.... ki...ki...a-san... Savvvve me!" Yukina was annoyed, and now she was furious.

Yukina had the student council president pinned against the wall, with eyes that stared into her lifeless soul. A few tears dropped onto Yukina's shoes. Yukina felt like she would never wear this shoe again.

"I-I don't... I don't want- to... I w-w..want to s-stay alive...!" Much determination, such bravery. Truly, an epitome of courage.

"I was going to tell you how much I loved you, but now that you mention it, I suppose your plan isn't bad either."

Yukina wished she hadn't uttered that phrase, for however much she loved Shirokane, she hoped desperately for that countenance of determination combined with a death smile to be erased forever from her mind.

"I don't understand how someone can be possibly this worthless," Yukina blankly whispered, and plunged a knife into Rinko's chest. Unsurprisingly, Shirokane still looked adorable. Of course, Rinko was too sophisticated for a simple adorable. Rinko wasn't that shallow. It was more of a determined adorable. Yukina sighed, and left her there, walking away to go on with her daily routine. There was no doubt that she hadn't decreased Shirokane's unbearable cuteness, but at least she couldn't trouble Yukina with her squeaking voice and death smile anymore.

"Rin-rin- eeeeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Yukina sighed again. Apparently Ako had found the body. How awkward.

"Udagawa-san, I must request you to not- huh?" Great. It was Sayo. Footsteps approached from the hallway, and the teal haired guitarist tapped Yukina's shoulder. She gave Yukina a nod of encouragement.

"Next time you decide to stab such a worthless excuse of a human being... notify me first." Sayo smiled radiantly.

"Your superior moral compass makes you deserving of being in Roselia, Hikawa-san. Such trash must be cleaned off the earth. She is someone who left their skill unexplored, someone with no dedication, and someone with only fake determination. I am tired of acting as if she was god if she were to breathe in a public area. "