Again. von samidare ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: ----------- Disclaimer: außer der idee zur story gehört mir niiiiiix. die Jungs gehören sich selbst und nur sich selbst, ich gehör eher denen als andersrum. ich verdien hiermit auch kein geld, und werd's leider auch nie. tja, also..... meine erste fanfic... die idee hatte ich schon n weilchen, deshalb hab ich auch zuerst das ende geschrieben.... mal sehen, was ich mit dem mittleren teil mache, so kapitel 4 - 7 (?)... wird sich schon was von selbst zusammenschreiben ^^ viel spaß beim lesen, comments sin erwünscht. ~~~~ Again. Again the seasons had turned and autumn-coloured leaves passed the windows of Tora’s living room; the first snow was sure to come soon. The man sat there silently, pensive, on the couch, a stack of books next to him; it was one of those days off. No rehearsals, no interviews, no live shows, no… no one but him in the apartment. He couldn’t decide whether to like those days or not – he just felt lonely at times like these. He felt depression slowly creeping upon him so he averted his gaze from the grey-ish scenery outside and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels he got stuck on a GazettE concert which was broadcasted live due to the fact of being the official tour final. And again Tora admired that band that got signed under PSC just a month earlier than them and still had progressed so much further in the last one and a half year. He tried to remember the last time GazettE and Alice nine had had a concert at the same venue together – it seemed like ages ago. He had always liked the other band a lot, their music and style. But what he most liked about them, he admitted to himself after they had started a new song on TV, was that guitarist, Aoi. He loved how that man moved ever so swiftly, still playing his parts and riffs on the guitar perfectly. He had realised he loved to watch the man. Again and again. The next day, actually, should have been another day off, but it turned out otherwise. Tora had gotten out of bed, sleeping in long and long today - he had watched the concert on TV at night time again – slipped into light shorts, heading for the kitchen. He had just taken out a pan for the stove and was rummaging the fridge for some eggs as his phone rang. He picked it up, not caring to look who had called. “Hai?” he said, not being in the mood to say much that soon after getting up. “Hey, Tora!” Tora could literally hear Nao’s grin through the phone. “Yeah, what’s up? Already missing me after a day?” the guitarist mocked. “Nah, nah. Just wanted to get the news to you since you had your phone off yesterday.” Tora had turned it off to enjoy the concert without being disturbed and back on again before going to bed. And he didn’t have a house phone. “Guess what happened, Tora.” “Don’t know, what?” Nao chuckled audibly. “Our new single, Tora, the one we released a few days ago, reached Gold yesterday!” the drummer cheered. Tora felt himself smile at these news. “Buuuuuut, Tora-chan, if this already renders you speechless I have even better news for you! You’ll love PSC and our managers for this.” Nao paused, making Tora wonder what would come now. “We’re allowed to release a fourth single, PV included?” Tora asked. He had tugged the phone between his head and right shoulder to be able to keep searching for the ingredients for his brunch. “Nah, nah.” Nao made that noise again; he seemed to have grown obsessed with it during the last week. “PSC added two month of extra shows to the GazettE tour and we’re opening for them for the last one!” Tora dropped the two eggs he had just managed to extricate from between the butter and the marmalade glasses. His mouth fell open a little. “…..e~to..…Tora?” Nao asked after there was no response from the guitarist. “Everything alright? I think I just heard a faint smashing sound….” Tora pulled himself back together. “All’s fine. So… I guess there’s gonna be a meeting tonight?” “Yeah, at around 6” Nao answered. “See ya then!” “Ja ne.” answered Tora and hung up. For a moment he couldn’t think straight. A concert with the GazettE in two month? “Holy fuck.” he exclaimed before putting the phone on the counter. Stepping back to the stove he placed his feet exactly into the sticky mess on his kitchen floor and landed with a ‘thumb’ on the ground. Then he started searching for a rag in a cupboard. Tora was rubbing his cold hands as he entered the little studio that belonged to them. It had been a good find – a small lobby room, a spacious room for rehearsing, including a corner where they put up the mixing and recording equipment, a smaller room in back, next to a room that served as the ‘hang-out-and-around-room’, as Hiroto called it, complete with a big couch, coffee table comfortable arm chairs, tiny kitchen and an adjoining small bathroom. Nao had found the announcement for sale in the papers – he was always the one with the good hand for taking care of the band’s managing issues. Tora knew that Nao was already in the small room in the back for he could hear him drumming the patterns of their news songs in an interesting combination. Saga was sitting on one of the big armchairs, and, after taking off his warm clothes, Tora sat next to him onto the broad armrest, still rubbing his hands. “Hey, what’s up, Sagacchi?” The bassist smiled at this name; Tora was the only one he allowed to use it. Saga then took Tora’s hands in his own, making the guitarist smirk. “You forgot to put on gloves again, didn’t you?” the blond said and sighed. Tora just leaned back into the chair, letting Saga warm up his cold hands. He looked at the clock at the wall; it was almost six. When Saga noticed the door to the studio opening he suddenly dropped Tora’s hands, making him smirk again. Shou and Hiroto came in, laughing, each holding a tray of coffee cups and, unnoticed by Tora, who was gazing at the ceiling, the members of the GazettE came trailing along into the studio. “Wha-“ Saga made a surprised noise at the sight, which caused Tora to get his focus back to what was going on in the studio. When he saw who was there, his face fell. The person he had just been thinking of was standing in the rehearsal room, looking directly at him. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)