The Park, Tuesday Night

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"I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves mee~" Shuichi sang the lyrics of Bohemian rhapsody cheerfully. After a still ongoing successful night at the Devil's Nest, he decided a nice tromp around the park would do good for clearing his head. He'd almost finished the lyrics to his latest song; just a little more work and he could e-mail it to Hiro!

Just a little more! Another push and Hiro will cave. He'll come crawling back, that's for sure!! Shuichi trembled in excitement, so burried in his thoughts and in the lyrics he was holding that he didn't notice the slight modded wind that had picked up...

[[ooc: open as parks are~]]

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[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki was taking a walk through the park. His inspiration was wanning and Wade really wasn't helping that watching some loud TV show and cleaning his guns again. He sucked a deep breath through his cigarette, the quiet of the island was quite pleasant actually.

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi hummed the end of the song, forgetting the rest of the lyrics as Queen tended to get kind of long and random.

With a final wave of his hand as he started humming the guitar solo, the wind picked up and took the crumpled paper with his lyrics on it. //"Ohcrapohcrapohcrap!!"// Shuichi swiped for the paper as it hovered just over his head and then took off into the dark.

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki saw a little sheet of paper catch his eye. As it blows by he grabs it out of the air. He looks down at the paper silently. What's this? A poem? He reads it with no change in expression.

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi runs down the park path after the little peice of paper. Yeah, he should just figure it as lost, but those lyrics were IMPORTANT!!

//"I can't lose them, I can't lose them! Come back little paper of destiny!! I NEED YOU!"// He's on the edge of a wail, trying to catch up.

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki finishes them and looks up. It was strange that they were in Japanese... What's that pink thing?

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi keeps up his determined run, seeing a blond person coming into vision along the path. Was...that person holding a peice of paper?! Maybe he'd found his lyrics!

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

//These yours?// He puffs out a large cloud of smoke.

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Another one who spoke Japanese! What luck! This island must have some sort of colony!

//"Yeah! They kind of got away in the wind!"// He grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head a little. //"I'm glad you caught them!"// He holds out his hand to take them back.

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

//Did you write this?//

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

//'Yeah, they're just some lyrics I've been working on."// He keeps the grin, a little embarassed to see his 'saving song' be read by someone..who could actually read Japanese.

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

//Is this supposed to be a love song? It's horrible. So's your handwriting. This sounds like a 4 year old.//

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi seems to freeze altogether, his smile shattering at those words. He blinks, looking shocked. //"Whu...?"// He mutters quietly, his hand dropping from it's held out position.

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki frees the paper from his hands and lets it drop near Shuichi. //With lyrics like that I'd give up now, spare yourself some humiliation.// He turns to leave the little pink thing.

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

He gapes at the blond as he walks off, dropping to his knees on the sidewalk as the paper flutters around near him. He looks like he's nearly in tears from that comment.

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki feels the smallest bit of guilt. Small. Very very small. Though that lunchmeat thing put him in a bad mood recently, he probably shouldn't take it out on people. But it sure felt good.

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi sits, slumped over on the sidewalk looking completely devestated. He picks up the crumpled paper, staring down at his lyrics for a few moments as he lets the wind fling his pink puffy hair about in the wind.

//"......"// But just as suddenly as he had dropped to the ground, he grips the paper tightly in his fist, his head jerking upward in an outraged determination.

//"YOU ASSHOLE!!! I'LL SHOW YOU! THESE AREN'T SHITTY LYRICS!"//