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[December 29][Kare Kano] on creating
Title: on creating
Day / Theme: December 29 / Here they sang about tomorrow
Series: Kare Kano
Characters: the Yin and Yang band members
Rating: PG
The enclosure of man-made walls could indeed create a curious feeling of disjointedness from the motions of nature, but it could also create the sensation of being burrowed within its very heart, hallowed chambers that propelled life along its inexorable way. Steadily, the rain droned as it reached the earth, the water collecting on the roof and audible as it flowed down drainpipes. It was a rare thunderstorm, and the booming of the skies was regular, though too sluggishly paced to be fancied as some sleeping titan’s heartbeat.
The Shibahime residence was spacious and bright, comprised of crisp clean lines that retained its purity even with the somber inkiness that filtered in from outside. It was too chilly and silent for a house that earlier had welcomed several visitors, four grown men high in spirits and the fervor of creative energy. But the party mellowed as evening deepened and alcohol flowed; now, only Kazuma was fully awake and concentrating on the task at hand (though to him it was no task at all for it involved that which he loved and lived for).
Ushio lazed on an overstuffed sofa, strumming once in a while to recall a string of melody, as he transcribed on paper the music they were able to produce that night. Joker had abandoned his keyboard, with which he had been experimenting on rich upbeat rhythms, sounds he drew heavily from his jazz background, and was now dozing. Atsuya was sitting by an open window, lightly spattered by ricocheting droplets of the vertically falling rain, alone with his thoughts and the smoke that danced their sinuous turns about his shadowed form. Martin sat prettily and watched them, oddly elfin under the subdued yellow incandescence and the vivid lavender slashes of the periodic lightning.
“I don’t really have any ideas,” Kazuma murmured. “For the lyrics, I mean.”
“Well, there’s always tomorrow,” said Ushio with a slight shrug. “You’ve been working on songs for several nights running now. You gotta take a break sometime.”
“When you get to be my age, you’ll learn to slow down,” added Martin. “Don’t fret about an unfinished song.”
“But then the music is stuck in my head,” Kazuma said ruefully. “I’d be out of it for days thinking about it and...”
“Tsubasa-chan, right?” asked Ushio with an understanding smile.
“Tsubasa-chan is like a flower,” remarked Joker, roused from his nap when Kazuma spoke. “She wilts without you for too long. The girl’s very fragile.”
“But with unexpected might and power,” said Martin, held in his appealing stageform by the creative process.
“Aa,” agreed Kazuma, eyes distant. “Like strains of music, half-formed words that you can almost make out. And you are driven by this feeling, this god-like storm that forms at the unreachable center of your very being. It’s like the creation of a song. That moment when everything clicks, and the song is there waiting for you to bring it out... she is that feeling.”
Ushio sighed. “I think we have another ballad coming,” he predicted
“Ballads are fine,” said Joker. “And the melody we had was ballad-y enough. I think we can work something out without infusing too many other elements. Keep it pure and subtle, but riveting and mysterious.”
“So we’ll finish this song tonight?” said Ushio. “Kazuma’s parents wouldn’t be home till Thursday, right?”
“We ride the impetus—or some shit like that,” said Atsuya, joining them. “And this way, Kazuma-chan wouldn’t get in trouble with his dearest Tsubasa-chan for flying off to dreamland when he should be focusing on more important things.”
“I don’t think Tsubasa-chan minds when Kazuma-chan is off flying in dreamland,” said Martin (and yes, he was gorgeous and mysteriously sage when he said this). “We all think him sublimely beautiful when he’s dreamy and spaced-out like that, don’t we?”
“I don’t!” snapped Atsuya indignantly. “I’m not a pervert like you guys!”
“Because of love,” continued Martin, nonplused. “There exists synchronicity between the two of them. When his heart sings, so does hers. And the harmony they create together doth makes the earth tremble with wistful sighs.”
“...You’re making fun of me,” accused Kazuma, blushing in spite of himself.
“Yeah, Martin,” said Atsuya. “What’s with all that sighing and trembling?”
“You like it?” asked the other with a smarmy grin (and now back to his dumpy bespectacled form). “I thought it was a nice euphemism for---”
“Yeah, yeah! Going mainstream gets us underage listeners and it sucks if we have to make it all so squeaky clean all the time.”
“...” said Kazuma.
“Don’t worry,” said Ushio with a kind smile. “We’ll finish that song.”
“But---”
“Go on up, Kazuma,” said Martin. “We’ve been doing this for a very long time, you know.”
“Not as long as Martin,” said Joker. “But you can trust me to do my job well, right?”
“And since we’re crashing in your place,” pointed out Ushio. “You get to have time off.”
Kazuma felt suspiciously bullied into a corner.
“Good night, then, Kazuma.”
“And I promise, I won’t peek,” said Atsuya very seriously. “We’d very, very quiet.”
Thus, the silences of the Shibahime residence resumed. Yin and Yang continued their craft of song, fueled by the inspiration that was their youngest member, while Shibahime Kazuma lay dreaming with his Tsubasa, enclosed in the warmth of blankets and transcendent of man-made walls.
~19:43 122905
Day / Theme: December 29 / Here they sang about tomorrow
Series: Kare Kano
Characters: the Yin and Yang band members
Rating: PG
The enclosure of man-made walls could indeed create a curious feeling of disjointedness from the motions of nature, but it could also create the sensation of being burrowed within its very heart, hallowed chambers that propelled life along its inexorable way. Steadily, the rain droned as it reached the earth, the water collecting on the roof and audible as it flowed down drainpipes. It was a rare thunderstorm, and the booming of the skies was regular, though too sluggishly paced to be fancied as some sleeping titan’s heartbeat.
The Shibahime residence was spacious and bright, comprised of crisp clean lines that retained its purity even with the somber inkiness that filtered in from outside. It was too chilly and silent for a house that earlier had welcomed several visitors, four grown men high in spirits and the fervor of creative energy. But the party mellowed as evening deepened and alcohol flowed; now, only Kazuma was fully awake and concentrating on the task at hand (though to him it was no task at all for it involved that which he loved and lived for).
Ushio lazed on an overstuffed sofa, strumming once in a while to recall a string of melody, as he transcribed on paper the music they were able to produce that night. Joker had abandoned his keyboard, with which he had been experimenting on rich upbeat rhythms, sounds he drew heavily from his jazz background, and was now dozing. Atsuya was sitting by an open window, lightly spattered by ricocheting droplets of the vertically falling rain, alone with his thoughts and the smoke that danced their sinuous turns about his shadowed form. Martin sat prettily and watched them, oddly elfin under the subdued yellow incandescence and the vivid lavender slashes of the periodic lightning.
“I don’t really have any ideas,” Kazuma murmured. “For the lyrics, I mean.”
“Well, there’s always tomorrow,” said Ushio with a slight shrug. “You’ve been working on songs for several nights running now. You gotta take a break sometime.”
“When you get to be my age, you’ll learn to slow down,” added Martin. “Don’t fret about an unfinished song.”
“But then the music is stuck in my head,” Kazuma said ruefully. “I’d be out of it for days thinking about it and...”
“Tsubasa-chan, right?” asked Ushio with an understanding smile.
“Tsubasa-chan is like a flower,” remarked Joker, roused from his nap when Kazuma spoke. “She wilts without you for too long. The girl’s very fragile.”
“But with unexpected might and power,” said Martin, held in his appealing stageform by the creative process.
“Aa,” agreed Kazuma, eyes distant. “Like strains of music, half-formed words that you can almost make out. And you are driven by this feeling, this god-like storm that forms at the unreachable center of your very being. It’s like the creation of a song. That moment when everything clicks, and the song is there waiting for you to bring it out... she is that feeling.”
Ushio sighed. “I think we have another ballad coming,” he predicted
“Ballads are fine,” said Joker. “And the melody we had was ballad-y enough. I think we can work something out without infusing too many other elements. Keep it pure and subtle, but riveting and mysterious.”
“So we’ll finish this song tonight?” said Ushio. “Kazuma’s parents wouldn’t be home till Thursday, right?”
“We ride the impetus—or some shit like that,” said Atsuya, joining them. “And this way, Kazuma-chan wouldn’t get in trouble with his dearest Tsubasa-chan for flying off to dreamland when he should be focusing on more important things.”
“I don’t think Tsubasa-chan minds when Kazuma-chan is off flying in dreamland,” said Martin (and yes, he was gorgeous and mysteriously sage when he said this). “We all think him sublimely beautiful when he’s dreamy and spaced-out like that, don’t we?”
“I don’t!” snapped Atsuya indignantly. “I’m not a pervert like you guys!”
“Because of love,” continued Martin, nonplused. “There exists synchronicity between the two of them. When his heart sings, so does hers. And the harmony they create together doth makes the earth tremble with wistful sighs.”
“...You’re making fun of me,” accused Kazuma, blushing in spite of himself.
“Yeah, Martin,” said Atsuya. “What’s with all that sighing and trembling?”
“You like it?” asked the other with a smarmy grin (and now back to his dumpy bespectacled form). “I thought it was a nice euphemism for---”
“Yeah, yeah! Going mainstream gets us underage listeners and it sucks if we have to make it all so squeaky clean all the time.”
“...” said Kazuma.
“Don’t worry,” said Ushio with a kind smile. “We’ll finish that song.”
“But---”
“Go on up, Kazuma,” said Martin. “We’ve been doing this for a very long time, you know.”
“Not as long as Martin,” said Joker. “But you can trust me to do my job well, right?”
“And since we’re crashing in your place,” pointed out Ushio. “You get to have time off.”
Kazuma felt suspiciously bullied into a corner.
“Good night, then, Kazuma.”
“And I promise, I won’t peek,” said Atsuya very seriously. “We’d very, very quiet.”
Thus, the silences of the Shibahime residence resumed. Yin and Yang continued their craft of song, fueled by the inspiration that was their youngest member, while Shibahime Kazuma lay dreaming with his Tsubasa, enclosed in the warmth of blankets and transcendent of man-made walls.
~19:43 122905