SI note: hey… I’m not sure what came over me but I felt that I should write a prequel to Musical Tattoo but Composing Ink could be read alone.

This is Andy’s story… a bit depressing but it is a sad story…

It will contain Yaoi eventually. I assure you.

I was just sitting in math when it hit me… I snatched up my little black notebook and wrote down this chapter. I tend to do that… I think that I’ve actually had this in my mind for while but never could write it down because it was perpetually flittering just out of my reach. My boyfriend Tristan will be helping me with this story because he wants to try it.

This story is dedicated to Aki To Tarou. Such a sweetheart…And an awesome Manga writer… if you have not read her work I suggest you do so!

SI: So… shall we get started love?

T: Sure why not?

Composing Ink: Chapter 1

How did I ever end up here? Here… in this truck far from the only place I had ever known as home?

I miss my mother. I hope she’s all right. I wonder where my younger brother and sister are? Are they safe? Are they happy where they are? I may be 13 but they’re so young. The rain pattering on the windshield seems to represent the tears I refuse to let fall.

My name is Andrew. I once held the surname of Calirai, but I am no, apparently, a Green. What can I say about myself other than I must be crazy for talking to myself? I love music and have been told by many that I have a true talent that is just waiting to be explored. I have dark red hair and blue eyes. I was placed in an orphanage after an incident with my father, with my two siblings. Two years have passed since I have seen my loving mother.

She never wanted to give us up, but she realized that, in her current state, even an orphanage would be an improvement of living for her only children. She told me to be strong and that she loved me. I cried that day, after she left, I cried where no one could see me. The nuns that took us in were kind. At least I was still in London.

These past two years, both my sister Crysta and my brother Joey (Joseph), have both been adopted leaving me behind. Now it is my turn.

The world falls away and I realize that I’m asleep. In my dreams I am flying. Soaring high above the clouds, dancing through their wispy softness. The sun shines upon my face, warm, loving, and inviting. I glow in the radiance, and shine in tune with the dawn. I am loved, needed even, and I delight in the wind beneath me.

But then it all changes. The sky grows ominous, and the sun turns away leaving me in the dark and cold.

And then I am falling for I have been cast down from heavenly graces. Falling forever.

I startle away as the truck crunches over gravel and ruts in the road. I realize that I have been asleep for some time. I can see my new home off in the distance. Another dream exactly like the last. I look at my hands to assure myself that it was indeed a dream before glancing out of the rain-distorted window.

Why is it, that when I wake from that dream, I always believe that there is blood on my hands?

After Talk: I was changing around the settings of Musical Tattoo so that Andy’s from Britain. I thought it sounded nice. Sorry it’s so short but I honestly had to write it out… I have the next chapter of MT started and I promise to have it up soon!

Love

SI and T