Post by Mistress Izzy on Dec 24, 2006 12:24:48 GMT -5
Solo
She smiled at the make up artist as the woman disappeared behind the heavy door with her bag full of cosmetics. She sighed and collapsed into the chair in front of the dressing table. She gazed into the mirror. She almost didn't recognise herself.
Her hair was shorter, as it had been curled, and rested around her ears. It had been years since her hair was this short. She plucked at a curl, and let it spring loose. A small smile graced her face, and she glanced at the clock hanging on the dressing room wall. Six minutes to show time.
She decided to warm up with a few scales, glad of the sound proofed walls. She was meant to open the concert with her latest song, but, she just wasn't in the mood for singing.
The recent attacks on her home had drained her, as she had been the first one to run out on the streets and fight. Her father reprimanded her for not acting more lady-like, but she didn't care.
But, it had come back and bit her on the ass tonight. Opening night. She leant back on the chair, and closed her eyes, calming her usual nerves.
She frowned. Twenty minutes had passed since the time she was supposed to go on. A stage hand was supposed to come and tell her to take her position.
Opening the door, she crept out, looking around. Not a soul was rushing around like they were supposed to, and everything was quiet. Too quiet for her liking.
She stealthily sneaked up the stairs that led to the stage door, and pressed her ear against it. She couldn't hear a thing. She pushed it open, and walked out onto the brightly lit stage.
She fell to her knees, and gasped as if she had been winded. The hall was void of life, chairs knocked to the sides of the room.
It was then she saw it. The dark flash of the blade, the silver hair swirling around, knocking back a dozen yellow eyes. Slaying them in one wide sweeping arc, he slowed, panting for breath.
She let out a squeak, and let the tears run down her face. Was he the only one left? He turned upon hearing her. His eyes were sorrowful.
She managed to choke out one word.
"AVALANCHE?" He shook his head sadly. She dragged herself up, and leapt off the stage. His aquamarine eyes were welling up as she threw herself at him.
"Yuffie...I'm so sorry...I couldn't help them." he whispered. Yuffie shook her head.
"Don't blame yourself Riku." she mumbled. She sobbed into his shoulder for the rest of that night.
She smiled at the make up artist as the woman disappeared behind the heavy door with her bag full of cosmetics. She sighed and collapsed into the chair in front of the dressing table. She gazed into the mirror. She almost didn't recognise herself.
Her hair was shorter, as it had been curled, and rested around her ears. It had been years since her hair was this short. She plucked at a curl, and let it spring loose. A small smile graced her face, and she glanced at the clock hanging on the dressing room wall. Six minutes to show time.
She decided to warm up with a few scales, glad of the sound proofed walls. She was meant to open the concert with her latest song, but, she just wasn't in the mood for singing.
The recent attacks on her home had drained her, as she had been the first one to run out on the streets and fight. Her father reprimanded her for not acting more lady-like, but she didn't care.
But, it had come back and bit her on the ass tonight. Opening night. She leant back on the chair, and closed her eyes, calming her usual nerves.
She frowned. Twenty minutes had passed since the time she was supposed to go on. A stage hand was supposed to come and tell her to take her position.
Opening the door, she crept out, looking around. Not a soul was rushing around like they were supposed to, and everything was quiet. Too quiet for her liking.
She stealthily sneaked up the stairs that led to the stage door, and pressed her ear against it. She couldn't hear a thing. She pushed it open, and walked out onto the brightly lit stage.
She fell to her knees, and gasped as if she had been winded. The hall was void of life, chairs knocked to the sides of the room.
It was then she saw it. The dark flash of the blade, the silver hair swirling around, knocking back a dozen yellow eyes. Slaying them in one wide sweeping arc, he slowed, panting for breath.
She let out a squeak, and let the tears run down her face. Was he the only one left? He turned upon hearing her. His eyes were sorrowful.
She managed to choke out one word.
"AVALANCHE?" He shook his head sadly. She dragged herself up, and leapt off the stage. His aquamarine eyes were welling up as she threw herself at him.
"Yuffie...I'm so sorry...I couldn't help them." he whispered. Yuffie shook her head.
"Don't blame yourself Riku." she mumbled. She sobbed into his shoulder for the rest of that night.