Kreones

Uruha couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He couldn't see. Water surrounded him, invaded his lungs, bubbles screamed in the guitarist's ears. Why he was there, he didn't understand, but did it really matter since he was obviously dying? The honey blonde could feel the cold, hard surface beneath him, the crushing pressure on his shoulders and throat. Moving yellow light was blinding him with its brightness. “Why?!” the water started screaming. “Why, Uruha-sama?!” The power of the sound was crushing, tearing the drowning man into pieces, bit by bit. “Uruha-sama!” “..Ha.” Was the voice laughin

He was going through the newspaper's ads of available apartments for what seemed like the millionth time in the last month. Looking for a new place to live in Tokyo definitely wasn't easy and Uruha was starting to get desperate. Every vacant apartment was either too expensive, or was situated in a too shady neighborhood where were only rundown buildings and drug-dealing bloomed. The lead guitarist damned his ex-landlord to the deepest circle of hell, for the old man had kicked him out "in order to completely renovate" his former single-room apartment. Although the official reason had been some damage caused  by moisture in the building's stru

Once again I found myself sitting on the couch of our practice place. The room was messy as always, water bottles and energy drink cans spread all over the place. We were just wrapping things up for the day, much to Aoi's and my relief, neither of us had gotten enough sleep the night before. And no, it's not what you think. Aoi had stayed up half of the night couching and sneezing, and I couldn't sleep because of the noise he made. Ever tried sleeping in the same room with a sick person, and on the same bed none the less? Practically impossible. I glanced at my beautiful guitarist, who had a white mask covering the most of his face. He seemed

The first rainy day of autumn was here, dyeing the sky to pale gray. People rushed past each other on the streets, shielding themselves from the cold raindrops with an endless sea of black umbrellas. Everybody seemed to be in a hurry, expressions serious and their 'walking' more like half-running. Everybody except for two boys under a light blue umbrella. They were in no hurry at all. Why would've they had to rush anywhere now that their school day was finally over? "...And then guess what the stupid teacher said! He said that our future is to become some boring office-workers and that it's childish to even think about being a race-car drive