Waving a Net pt.6
"Sven", Damien said as he pushed the drummer’s shoulder and pointed with his chin towards the opened door, "Isn’t that Shion who just entered?"
Sven looked at the door of the bar and saw two figures, one of them wearing Shion’s blue hairs. "Looks like, but why doesn’t he come towards this place? Here’s where we always meet"
"He’s going on the opposite direction", Damien observed. "Seems he’s following the other, that brownhead…", he paused, "Hey, have you seen that?"
"Yes, they just stopped next to the members of <black:ice>". Sven narrowed his eyes in order to get a clearer sight of the other side of the bar, but the atmosphere was too heavy. "Do you think we should go to them?"
"Why not? But let’s first finish our drinks, ok?"
"Ne, Shion!", Sven called as they approached the blue haired vocalist and guitarist. "Didn’t you see us?"
"Sven! Damien! Oh, wait a minute…", he turned around and said something to the group he was with, then came to them with a broad smile.
"I’m happy to see you again in a good mood, man", Damien said, giving him a friendly pat. "Since when do you know the guys from <black:ice>?"
"Terry, that one with brown hair", he pointed him out, "introduced us just a few minutes ago, they’re great people, really friendly".
"Let’s toast Shion again!", Kuroi shouted from behind.
Shion turned to the cheering group, "But wait till I come back and can drink with you, yes?"
"I have a better idea", Dark approached Shion, Sven and Damien, "Introduce us to your friends so we can drink all together"
Sven stepped backward as the black clad figure walked towards them. He was drank, there was no doubt, but he was impressive anyway. Tall, slim, with deep coal-black eyes which glistened misteriously, his face pale and beautiful, his black lips perfectly curved and eyebrows which should have belonged to a woman. He looked terrific, much more than on TV, as his incredibly long hair swayed behind him. The image of a dark fallen angel.
"I’m Dark", he said, trying to stand stood, "and these bastards back there are my mates from <black:ice>. The purplehead is Death, the redhead is Kuroi, and that bluehead is my school mate and new member of our band, Raven"
"New member?", Damien asked. "Let me guess… is he going to play the bass?"
Dark patted him cheerfully on the back. "You intelligent little crap! That’s it, he’s gonna be our bassist and I’ll be free at last!".
"This is Sven", Damien told Dark, "and my name is Damien".
"Nice to meet you guys". He turned to point Terry, "And that one there is an old friend who just gave us wonderful news: he’s gonna start his own band!"
"Ou great!", Sven said pointing him with his bottle of beer.
"Yeah, greetings, guy, wish you lots of luck!", Damien added.
Shion walked in order to stand between his old friends and Terry. "We are going to start it together", he said.
Sven and Damien remained still for a while, then the first one spoke: "What?"
"I’ve had enough of Levian and his way of treating us", he threw an arm over Terry’s shoulders. "This is a new beginning, Sven, why don’t you join us?"
Sven covered his eyes with his left hand and sighed. "I wish you luck, Shion, I really do", he said with a sad voice, "And I wish I had the guts to follow my dream too"
"Just do it", Shion encouraged him, "Join us, Sven, leave that Levian behind"
"I can’t", he downed his beer and started his way towards the bar in order to get another drink. "I can’t risk everything". He ordered a whiskey and joined the group again, stepped in the middle of it and lifted his glass.
"Hey that’s whiskey!", Dark shouted. "Well done, you"
Sven coughed to clear his voice. "For Shion. For Terry. For Raven… and for you all who have the guts to follow your dreams… and the luck to see them come true". Once said these words, he closed his eyes and drank all the contents of his glass at once.