Till death do us part
Kamouri's black buckle dress shoes touched the gray cement. It was a bright sky-blue day, but you couldn't tell under the merciless thunder and booming of the cameras belonging to the press. Dark suits surrounded Kamouri like a dark cloud, the piercing bolts of light causing his eyes to wince nearly shut.
The studio where his young wife worked towered in the cold path ahead of him, and every step he took made it grow more omnious and overbearing as it loomed over his small figure.
No velvet red ropes contained the one track-minded rabid hord of media, their shouting words contributing to one entire blob of poisionious filth polluting the air.
A dozen of the black suits stern and strong kept most of the press at least at arms length away, but still the path was almost impossible to pass through with two guards slowly yet steadily bull dozing through, like a snow plow.
It was like a traffic jam, with buzzing flashing insects clogging the way.
The media's noise seemed to mush into one heavy hissing ringing clogging Kamouri's ears, almost deafening in it's raging storm of media monkeys, but a sound, loud and piercing like a mechanical smack! A furious and short bang! Demanded grim silence, and silent it became.
A deep steady dark red river ran down the back of Kamouri's respectable black suit. His knees flung forward, buckling under his weight, leaving him kneeling on the hard, unheeding cement.
His head hung back, with his mouth slightly ajar, and his eyes far gone in the back of his head.
The thundering flashes worked faster and harder in mute and cold silence, while the darkening redness soaked up Kamroui's rigid back, and ran down his pant legs. His arms hung lifelessly at his sides, as dark eyelids fluttered over the white of his eyes, before they cealed shut. The lifeless head fell back and the rest of the limp body fell back along with it, but a security guard grabbed hold of his slump shoulders before the back of his skull crashed back against the cement. The crowd grew more tightly clustered and taller, with the microphones being suspended up in the air to cover even the small spaces of sky in metal darkness. Only a small circular spot was reserved for Kamouri to lay with a single bodyguard, as the rest of the bodyguards shoved at the throbbing flashing crowd. Easily lifting Kamouri's hollow, limp body up and draping it over one broad shoulder the dirty blond haired security guard, shouldered and cut smoothly through the the cold, dark, dense swarm. Ambulance sirens wailed and a single white ambulance screeched to a prompt stop. The two white back doors opened up instantly, and with out hesitation the dirty blond security guard pounced in with Kamouri. Chaos and Confusion cut off promptly as the doors closed, and the red lights blared and the ambulance sped off.
A stern faced News lady with pounds of make up and high cheeks bones glances down at her papers indifferently, then with mechanical enthisium "Kamouri Fashion was shot this evening in front of the studio where his wife, popular vocalist, ex-model, and rising movie star Stepha Fashion was awaiting his arrival with her manager, Zage Smithski. More on this story as it developes."
Zage frowns seriously down at where Stepha sits in a cushioned metal fold up chair with one skinny leg swung over the other. Her short skirt showing off the full force of her long tan legs in heels. Both her elbows were stabbed against the small white snack table beside her, with her hands cupping her forehead, long straight blond hair veiling over her face neatly.
"The press wants you. I hope for your sake you make this convincing. Your freedom, and career depends on it." stated the manager coldly. He leaned over to the side of Stepha's ear and whispered confidentually. "I hired someone to take the fall for Kamouri's murder the rest is up to you..."
Stepha raised herself off her seat as her manageer retracted himself away from her. Zage almost flinched as she moved her arm up, she hadn't said a word the entire time.
Her slender fingers guided her bleach blond hair behind her ears, and straightened out her skirt and pulled down her white dress button up shirt so it had not a single wrinkle. Her legs walked strong and deliberately as she amurged from the dull light of the secluded back stage room, and entered the gracing warm powerful lights of the media's attention.
All the bolts of light adorned her swiftly and all the demanding questions flung at her just as quickly. She looked with unruffled eyes into the earnest crowd before her. All the lips moved but only static spilled out. All the while she stood silent and motionless in front of the microphones forced before her face. Her frozen blue eyes peered blindly forward into the cameras pointed at her dead-pan face.
Her lips parted slightly, then she began to speak slowly.
"You're gone now
I know I savotagued us
I'm not a good person
but you were
you knew this best, but you always stayed by my side
I don't know why
I remember the beginning
when we first met, I didn't know it then,
but I soon realized
I only wanted to be with you
I got annoyed with you, I got scared of you
but the tenderness in my heart could never grow cold toward you
I look back and I can't figure out how things got this way
I never meant for it to be this way
what happened
I hurt you
You hurt back
It wasn't suppose to turn out this way, but now we're gone from each other
I'm the one who has lost
You are free
promise you'll be safe and at peace
thats what I wish more then anything"
Stepha began to slump over, her nostrils flared as her face began to become shielded with her blond straight hair, her throat began to clog. Gasping sharp breaths thrusted her chest up and down. Her manager came up behind her and grabbed her upper arms strongly, and tried to lead her off the stage, but she jerked from his demanding grip and didn't dare wipe away her shamed smearing ugly face.
Popcorn was chucked at the tv screen as it took in a close up of Stepha's runny angsting face.
"Wow, I was wrong. She really can act." snickered a tall man, clad in a black suit that contrasted against his dirty blond hair.
Kamouri grinned a listless and small smirk, and shook his head slowly. "No, Stepha can't act. She's telling the truth." he replied, his gaze piercing into the tv screen unreadably.
"Women are crazy." concluded the man.
"Who's going to take the fall for my death?" asked Kamouri, removing his stained red suit.
"That would be me. Unfortunately I will never be seen again. Hehehe, the manager will be so pissed. Stepha paid off just the right people, not even her manager knows about you being still alive. if anything this will just be another conspiracy. Like elve's death, just not that big." assured the suit, reclining against the white ambulance seats.
Kamouri's quiet eyes trailed back over to the tv screen, but the man in the suit promptly flipped it back up into the ceiling were it came from. Then he opened another compartment beneath the seats and pulled out the greasy brown bag with the label "Grease-Lardos".
"We never finished our meal. You'll need to gain more weight, and cut that curly hair, then you'll be unrecognizable. But for now, you can wear my mask." said the man, tossing a white clown mask to Kamouri, who caught it in one hand and grinned down at it's smiling face.
Fin
Give Me Laugh Everyone feels
Give Me Pain that if time ended,
Give Me High their dreams
Give Me nothing full of contradiction...
Give Me Laugh A smile full of airs
Give Me Pain the more lies we tell
Give Me High the less places
Give Me nothing love has left to go...
your love that doesn't reach me, my love that doesn't reach you
look at it now...
your voice that doesn't reach me, my voice that doesn't reach you
look at it now... but...
Give Me Laugh Can I love you
Give Me Pain the more we embrace?
Give Me High I'm
Give Me nothing so hypocritical
your love that doesn't reach me, my love that doesn't reach you
look at it now...
your voice that doesn't reach me, my voice that doesn't reach you
look at it now... but...
Time ends. Time changes. The passage of time records, "me", "you" and "now".
Time stops. At the end of time, We'll kiss our passionless love and sleep.
An end begins a trivial matter. Serious injury laughs at me. Solitude laughs at it likes.
It's a time to burn everything.
If I forget you without hesitation...
The time is changing, the passage of time,
burns me, you, now.
You laugh as you look down.
The time is over, the time will stop, at the end of the time
sleeping with a kiss to unheated death.
your love that doesn't reach me, my love that doesn't reach you
look at it now...
your voice that doesn't reach me, my voice that doesn't reach you
look at it now...
Dreams wilt and return to dust, will they one day bloom again inside me?
I can't remember the dream that left me,
Does your voice reach me?
but...
Time ends. Time changes. The passage of time records, "me" "you" and "now".
Time stops. At the end of time, We'll kiss our passionless love and sleep.
Give me nothing if time ends...
Dir en Grey
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