The Voice of a Prophet

THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
PROLOGUE
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I love him.

I always have. Even since I first met him, he struck me as this... completely amazing person. This talented, beautiful man who had so much about him. From those slender fingers caressing the neck of his instrument with perfection and ease, the playful smirk he wore smugly upon thin, pale lips, the knowledge locked up behind those warm, auburn eyes. He was just so... amazing. I knew right then I wanted to get to know him. Not only that, but to impress him. To impact his life in such a positive way that I would never be forgotten and that I would be forever etched into his memory, as he had been into mine from the moment that I laid my own eyes upon that slender, gorgeous form.

I sang for him.

I had no idea what I was doing. Sure, I had been in a few bands before, but they were nothing special. Neither was my voice. Having never taken lessons before, honestly, I always thought I'd be the one playing the guitar rather than using my own natural instrument. But of course I failed miserably at that. And the bass too. I don't even know what on earth compelled me to sing to begin with. Never the less there I was, trying to pour every last ounce of this raw emotion I was feeling at the time into my quivering, untrained vocals. I suppose he thought I was decent at singing though, because not long afterwards we had ourselves a visual band of five.

An 'Indies Band', they called us. He, with his long, dark purple hair and his skill of completing the band as the leader, the guitarist. His sharp features looked beautiful, even more so when in makeup. Dark shadow brought out his clear eyes perfectly, and his lips looked so touchable; so kissable when done up in lipstick just right. Silky soft hair fell to his mid-back and framed his face with ease, and every time he tossed his head back during a solo in bliss, I had the biggest urge to just run my fingers through it all; removing the knots and nestling the hair into a loose braid behind so that I'd better see those gorgeous features. He was thin but not overly so, not too tall nor too short. In fact, he only stood about five inches or so more than I - a perfect height, I thought. I often dreamed of wrapping my arms around him, holding him close and fitting snugly right beneath his chin, against his chest like I wish I belonged.
Balancing out was the bassist, whom I wasn't very fond of. But he had liked him, so I would keep my mouth shut. Seeming awkward to me, with his emotionless features always holding the exact same expression. Even the makeup couldn't hide the empty gaze his dark eyes held, the fake smile his tiers curled into for every photograph. His hair was long as well; we all kept it that way since it was popular then for beginner bands to look feminine. Taller than me too, but that wasn't saying much since I stand at a rather pathetic five-foot two.
The rhythm guitarist wasn't bad. He had an amazing smile going for him, one that lit up the entirety of his face when he grinned. Pearly teeth were perfectly straight as well, not to mention you could barely catch him when he was frowning. His own hair seemed slightly fried, but you couldn't really tell when it was in the insane spiked up styles that somehow managed to defy gravity. He was tall too, almost grossly so. Of course that was from my tiny perspective though, and the heeled boots didn't do much to aid that.
As for the drummer, I don't have much to say about him. That could be because he never had much to say to anyone. He was easily the most feminine out of us though. I believe we even mistook his gender the first time we met him. His tall, thin body held all of the right curves, and the way he carried his almost weary gaze made us all seem like he was hiding an eternity inside. His own plush lips curled up slightly, leaving him with a most innocent look about him, while his own long chestnut hair was often found done up in curls.
As for myself, well... I was far from even anything remotely close to perfect. I was shorter than them all, mostly by a long shot. My face still had its annoying baby-fat look, with my too-wide, too-dark chocolate hues bearing all of my internal secrets. My own lips also were plump; I often painted a light color over the entirety of my features and drew in my tiers smaller than they really were. My own hair was always changing. I never thought long hair was very fitting for me, but since that was the style at the time, I had tried all sorts of different things to try and look somewhat decent - maybe even a little bit pretty, so that maybe he'd notice me. I added soft pink streaks (also knowing that pink and purple were his favorite colors), attempted dying just a patch a copper tone, even hid under a hat for some time before I eventually gave up and just cut most of it off and dyed the ends a bright red. As for my body... my ass is way too big. I wasn't toned or anything, but I'm not going to say I wasn't just as thin as the rest of them, if not more so. I think it was only that way because I am so damn short. And while his smile was almost seductive in a beautiful, knowing way, mine was crooked in an annoyingly cutesy fashion. I was nothing compared to my amazing leader.

We called ourselves La:Sadies.
Kaoru as the lead guitarist, Kisaki as the bassist, Die on rhythm guitar, Shinya on drums, and me - Kyo, the vocalist.

I have never felt more worthless in my life.

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Glossary (For all Japanese terminoligy that will be used throughout the story.)
-chan: Honorific/suffix
Gomen nasai: I'm sorry
Onegai: Please
Warumono: Bad guy
Genki: Good, fine
Hai: Yes
Sugoi: Awesome
Jaa ne: See ya
Konnichiwa: Good afternoon
Hajimemashite: Nice to meet you
Desu: End sentance
-san: Honorific/suffix
Ne: Right
Yamatte: Stop
Baka: Idiot
Itai: Ouch
Iie: No
Sumimasen: Excuse me
-Kun: Honorific/suffix
Kawaii: Cute
Hontou ni: Really
Ohayou: Good morning
Arigatou gozaimasu: Thank you very much
Moshi moshi: Hello
Kami-sama: God
Neko: Cat
Aishiteru: I love you
Itsumo: Forever
Boka: Vocals
Eto: Err
Nani: What
Ano: Uhh

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