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utenamobile) wrote2012-01-09 01:43 am
utenamobile) wrote2012-01-09 01:43 am
I REGRET NOTHING
Another day, another concert! Makoto had performed great as always! But today was going to be a very strange day for the manly idol. She had gotten a letter to tell her to go meet her back in her make-up room. Just why would someone go to meet her there? As she opened the door, a long-haired man had suddenly held up a bouquet of roses to her. The color of his hair was as red as those flowers. Makoto was shocked and a bit flustered to get such a gift from a fan.
"Um, thanks! Did you enjoy the concert?"
"It was a magnificent performance, but..."
The red-haired man had put a hand to his ear as if he was listening out for something.
"There. Can't you hear it?"
The sound of an engine starting up.
"Hear what?"
The sound of wheels burning against the road.
"If your soul hasn't given up entirely...."
The sound was coming closer.
"... then you should be able to hear this sound, running about the Ends of the World."
And closer.
"What are you talking about? Did you hit your head or something?"
And closer.
As if he was the conductor of an orchestra, the red-haired man had dramatically whipped around to greet the wind that had suddenly opened his shirt.
"Then, come with us, to the world which you desire!"
Makoto wasn't really sure what was more baffling-- The fact that a red sportscar had suddenly came rolling out of nowhere and crashed through the wall or how the red-haired man had still been standing in the exact same pose with his shirt bellowing in the wind...
And on another note, the two of them were inside a room in the first place, so how could wind suddenly appear to open that man's shirt?
And then, Makoto's sight had went black.
Before she knew it, she had woken up within that same vehicle that popped up out of nowhere a few minutes ago. It looked like that it was nighttime and streetlights amongst streetlights had been coming up like a slide show. The road was dark and long... Almost as if would stretch onward into forever and beyond. Her sight had moved over to the two figures in the vehicle. To the passenger's seat, the over-the-top red-haired man had his hand placed under his chin. He wore a smile that said: "Damn, I nailed that speech like always."
And the person that sat in the driver's seat...
To describe "that man" would be difficult to put in a worldly sense. His purple hair had flown in the air like silk. His open shirt had bellowed in the wind as if angels had come down from the heavens and used their wings to create that same shirt. And he wore a smile as if he ruled over everyone and everything.
"Why did you become an idol?" He had suddenly spoken a personal question. Just how did this man know about Makoto's occupation? Maybe he was an adoring fan of hers? Although, getting actual male fans was very difficult for her.
"Huh? Well, to be honest, it was to become more feminine."
"Hmm... You hold an ocean in your heart, don't you?"
Makoto had to raise an eyebrow. Was this man hitting on her or just speaking cryptically for dramatic effect? Where exactly were they and when was she heading home?
"Um, hey. I don't really think you're listening to me. Could you pay attention to what I'm saying?"
The dark-skinned man had continued on with his monologue. Either he was too busy listening to the sound of his voice or he just didn't care what the princely looking girl had to say.
"I see... A wide ocean, blue like the sky. That's you exactly."
She had to awkwardly rub the back of her head at that possible compliment."No, I'm not really..."
The man continued rambling as if he was cutting her off. "But your ocean is in a terrible state. Dirtied with sludge, living things dying,
the water level rising from melted ice..." There was a pause before he spoke again.
"... an overflowing red tide."
Makoto had narrowed her eyes just a bit. Was this guy making fun of her or was his head on another planet? Either way, she put a hand on the man's shoulder as she spoke with a demanding voice.
"Hey! Just who are you, anyway?! I don't really get what you're trying to say, so will you--"
A chuckle.
"Is that so? Well, in that case..."
The sportscar had suddenly picked up speed.
"I'll show the Ends of the World.. to you."
Before she could consider throwing a punch in this man's face, she let out a surprised gasp. Her eyes had widened as she saw the glorious feat that had occurred in front of her. The dark-haired man had whipped his entire body over the wind shield like an acrobat, landed elegantly on the hood and lied back on the front of the car.
This scene that she had just witnessed could only be described as "Fabulous Max".
But a question had rose to Makoto's mind. As the dark-skinned man had smiled devilishly with the wind hitting his barred chest, she had spoken in the most worried and dumbfounded tone possible.
"... W-why aren't you driving this thing?"
"Um, thanks! Did you enjoy the concert?"
"It was a magnificent performance, but..."
The red-haired man had put a hand to his ear as if he was listening out for something.
"There. Can't you hear it?"
The sound of an engine starting up.
"Hear what?"
The sound of wheels burning against the road.
"If your soul hasn't given up entirely...."
The sound was coming closer.
"... then you should be able to hear this sound, running about the Ends of the World."
And closer.
"What are you talking about? Did you hit your head or something?"
And closer.
As if he was the conductor of an orchestra, the red-haired man had dramatically whipped around to greet the wind that had suddenly opened his shirt.
"Then, come with us, to the world which you desire!"
Makoto wasn't really sure what was more baffling-- The fact that a red sportscar had suddenly came rolling out of nowhere and crashed through the wall or how the red-haired man had still been standing in the exact same pose with his shirt bellowing in the wind...
And on another note, the two of them were inside a room in the first place, so how could wind suddenly appear to open that man's shirt?
And then, Makoto's sight had went black.
Before she knew it, she had woken up within that same vehicle that popped up out of nowhere a few minutes ago. It looked like that it was nighttime and streetlights amongst streetlights had been coming up like a slide show. The road was dark and long... Almost as if would stretch onward into forever and beyond. Her sight had moved over to the two figures in the vehicle. To the passenger's seat, the over-the-top red-haired man had his hand placed under his chin. He wore a smile that said: "Damn, I nailed that speech like always."
And the person that sat in the driver's seat...
To describe "that man" would be difficult to put in a worldly sense. His purple hair had flown in the air like silk. His open shirt had bellowed in the wind as if angels had come down from the heavens and used their wings to create that same shirt. And he wore a smile as if he ruled over everyone and everything.
"Why did you become an idol?" He had suddenly spoken a personal question. Just how did this man know about Makoto's occupation? Maybe he was an adoring fan of hers? Although, getting actual male fans was very difficult for her.
"Huh? Well, to be honest, it was to become more feminine."
"Hmm... You hold an ocean in your heart, don't you?"
Makoto had to raise an eyebrow. Was this man hitting on her or just speaking cryptically for dramatic effect? Where exactly were they and when was she heading home?
"Um, hey. I don't really think you're listening to me. Could you pay attention to what I'm saying?"
The dark-skinned man had continued on with his monologue. Either he was too busy listening to the sound of his voice or he just didn't care what the princely looking girl had to say.
"I see... A wide ocean, blue like the sky. That's you exactly."
She had to awkwardly rub the back of her head at that possible compliment."No, I'm not really..."
The man continued rambling as if he was cutting her off. "But your ocean is in a terrible state. Dirtied with sludge, living things dying,
the water level rising from melted ice..." There was a pause before he spoke again.
"... an overflowing red tide."
Makoto had narrowed her eyes just a bit. Was this guy making fun of her or was his head on another planet? Either way, she put a hand on the man's shoulder as she spoke with a demanding voice.
"Hey! Just who are you, anyway?! I don't really get what you're trying to say, so will you--"
A chuckle.
"Is that so? Well, in that case..."
The sportscar had suddenly picked up speed.
"I'll show the Ends of the World.. to you."
Before she could consider throwing a punch in this man's face, she let out a surprised gasp. Her eyes had widened as she saw the glorious feat that had occurred in front of her. The dark-haired man had whipped his entire body over the wind shield like an acrobat, landed elegantly on the hood and lied back on the front of the car.
This scene that she had just witnessed could only be described as "Fabulous Max".
But a question had rose to Makoto's mind. As the dark-skinned man had smiled devilishly with the wind hitting his barred chest, she had spoken in the most worried and dumbfounded tone possible.
"... W-why aren't you driving this thing?"