Yeah...I've written some stuff before. And I used to be on here...But my account was closed. And I have no idea why. Meh...Anyway...This is my new story; Whispers In The Night. Mostly it's just a story about a J-Rocker and his friends, but there is a dark theme in this. What happens when one person goes too far in loving you? That was the idea for the summary....So yeah....

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My fingers strummed idly over the cords of the guitar I held in my hand. I wasn't quite certain why I had played the thing that day. My right wrist hurt like hell. I had fallen on it four days ago while I was flipping with my friends on the trampoline. It was just like me to do something stupid like that. I've always been a klutz.

Anyway, back to why I was strumming. I had had this incredible urge to just pick up my guitar that day. And that's exactly when I met him. I guess it was fate.

My name is Tamuki Uragashi. (Tamuki: my first name. Uragashi: my last name.) I'm a half Japanese eighteen year old boy. I have black hair that's about the length of the middle of my back (but really messy i.e. tangles.knots) and purple eyes that all come from my father's side of the family. I'm very slim and have long fingers. That's why I'm able to play the guitar so well. I'm only about five foot six, which makes me really short compared to everyone else around me.

My personality is kind of average. Other than the fact that it can be split right down the middle. On one hand, I was happy and smiled when I was with my friends. But when I was with strangers, I was wary and tired of it all. And yet, when I was singing on the stage I was in this euphoria. Nothing could destroy my happiness. I like it when people leave me alone, but I hate being left alone.

I had already gone through the same three cords about fifty times. I knew them like the back of my hand. But oddly enough, I couldn't put Apocalypse (Yes, I named my guitar. Leave me alone) down. I started humming a song and then gradually started singing the lyrics. I would like to think I have a nice voice, but I can't honestly say I do. I don't really care though. It's what I like to do.

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,

You're always crazy like that.

And I watched from my window,

Always felt I was outside looking in on you.

You're always the mysterious one with

Dark eyes and careless hair,

You were fashionably sensitive

But too cool to care.

You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say

Besides some comment on the weather.

Well in case you failed to notice,

In case you failed to see,

This is my heart bleeding before you,

This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,

And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.

You're breaking my heart.

You're always brilliant in the morning,

Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.

Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.

You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones

As I clumsily strummed my guitar.

You'd teach me of honest things,

Things that were daring, things that were clean.

Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.

I hid my soiled hands behind my back.

Somewhere along the line, I must've gone

Off track with you.

Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,

Somebody who gave a damn,

Somebody more like myself.

You took your coat off,

Stood in the rain,

You're always crazy like that.

Odd that that song came out. It was an American song that I had heard a very long time. It brought back some bad memories for me, but I tried to block them out. I was so tired of them trying to force their way back into my life. And just as I was about to start the whole depression thing all over again, I heard the sounds of soft clapping. My head instantly shot up and I stared into the doorway.

In the doorway, leaning idly against the frame was a boy. He looked to be about my age, maybe a year or two older. He had the most oddly spiked hair. And his eyes were a piercing blue. An ice blue. He seemed to be about five feet ten inches, but he may have been taller. I couldn't really tell because he was leaning.

I swear I almost dropped Apocalypse right out of my hands. I had never even noticed him walk into the entrance of the room, or pass it.

"You're really good", he told me.

"Domo. I think. How long were you standing there?"

"Just came at the end of the song. I love that song."

"Hai. I do too. Who are? And why are you watching me?"

"Oh! I'm sorry. My name is Ian Kotch. I work here. I was just walking by and I heard the singing. I was just going to tell who ever it was to leave, since it's after business hours, but I just couldn't interrupt such beautiful singing. Who are you?"

"Aa...Donna ni domo da ni", I muttered more to myself than to him. "Boku no namae wa Uragashi Tamuki desu. Yoroshiku Ian-san."

"Ah...I don't speak the Japanese language...But from what I've gathered...You're Tamuki Uragashi. The Tamuki Uragashi. Son of Hiroto. My boss? And the world famous singer", he asked, still looking directly into my eyes. He unnerved me quite a bit.

"Hai. That would be me. I'd rather just be known as Tamuki, the boy who is sitting in the studio. Thank you very much."

He laughed at that and I smiled slightly. I was still uncomfortable around this boy. He had an eerie feel to him. I wondered what it could be. But I shook it off at the time. He seemed like a nice guy and what it was about this man that spooked me so, I couldn't place.

I began to wonder why I had never seen this man before. My father, the owner of the studio, always introduced me to the new employees, even if they were lowly janitors (to be honest, those were my favourite employees). Yet, not once had I seen this person's face in all my years of working in this studio.

"How old did you say you were", I asked cautiously.

"Oh...I didn't. I'm nineteen. Just turned it about two weeks ago."

"How interesting. And what exactly is your job here?"

"Well, sometimes I lay down back-up drum tracks when the drummers can't make it, like the one I did for your song...Ummm...Beauty. But most of the time, I run the recording machines."

So very odd. I've never met the boy who lays down my back ups. Surely he had to be lying. I made a mental note to ask Otousan about it later.

So there I sat, in my cut off belly showing shirt and my low slung leather pants and white socks with a blood red guitar in my hands, staring at a man who I might or might not have trusted. What a great life I have.There was still this nagging feeling. I shouldn't talk to him until I found out who he was exactly.

"Ummm...Hai...I'm pretty sure you know my age and what I do here. Saa...Well, I have to go now", I said whilst picking up my Apocalypse. "It was nice meeting you, Sayounara."

"Nice meeting you personally, Tamuki."

"Hai, hai."

I grabbed my boots that were sitting next to me, slipped them on and laced them up quickly. I calmly stood up, even though I was so freaked out. He was watching me the entire time, never letting his eyes wonder anywhere but my face. I could still feel his ice blue orbs pricking into my back as I turned to grab my guitar which I had set down to lace up my boots. Holding onto it delicately, I strolled towards him quickly and then out the door.

"Gute nacht, mien fier."

"Uhh...Jamata ne."

And as I walked down the cold, dark hallway, my soul felt as it had been scared from my body. I still felt him watching. By that time, I had toured enough to know what he had said. My love...And it was creepy.

So I began to rush out of the studio; out those double glass doors and out to my car. I sat in it a bit, thinking about whether I had seen Ian before, but my mind drew a blank. So I sighed and started up my car. My baby.

My Toyota Celica GT-S. It was entirely silver with black flames running all the way to the back tires. The tires were 15" 5 spoke aluminum alloy with P205/50R16 tires. My friend, who absolutely loves cars and knows everything about them, installed a power sun roof along with the wing on the back. He hoped to own his own detailing shop in the future. The interior of the car was relatively normal, except that I had had Sparco racing seats put in for when my friends decided they needed to go drag racing.

I took off towards my father's and my house.

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The song isn't mine. It's Jewel's. And of course I don't own Toyota or Sparco.

Ahhhh...That's it... For right now...

Domo- Thank you. Thanks.

Hai- Yes

Aa...Donna ni domo da ni(na)- Yeah, yeah...Whatever...

Boku no namae was Uragashi Tamuki desu- My name is Tamuki Uragashi.

Yoroshiku, Ian-san- Nice to meet you Mr. Ian.

Saa- Well/ So.

Sayounara- Good bye.

Gute nacht, mien fier- Good night, my love

Jamata ne- Good bye.