There were three things which were always a constant with the violinist.
First... he never wore less than a deep red cloak, complete with a hood, that had long sleeves and reached down to the very ground, covering him from head to toe.
Second... it was always HIS violin. No others could be on stage. Never. If it were a duet, the man would play with another instrument... but never with another violinist.
And finally, third... a mysterious aura seemed to follow him around everywhere... one that grew in ferocity after every performance.
Smirking as he played, each note flowing effortlessly from his fingertips, Inoue Ikiryou's penetrating green gaze watched the pianist who sat across from him.
He was a wonderful concert pianist, never missing a beat or a note, pausing at all the proper places. He felt his instrument, in a way that Inoue admired greatly.
'But not greatly enough...' the man thought to himself, tossing his head to remove deep red strands of hair from in front of his eyes.
He swayed, note after note, almost dancing about upon the stage as the music filled him. The more he heard, the more he prayed the concert to be over.
There were important matters to attend to, after all.
Suddenly, he found himself bowing, an entire audience standing and cheering as if Inoue and his duet partner were Kami's gift to the world.
When the sound died down and the curtain fell, when Inoue and his partner, Seguchi were in their dressing room, relaxing after the concernt...
When everything was quiet...
"Seguchi-san, could you help me for a moment."
The blond looked up, his platinum hair falling softly into dark blue eyes. "Hai, Inoue-san?" the man asked, standing and making his way to the other side of the dressing room.
Behind a screen, it was plain to see that Ikiryou was undressing.
One pale hand appeared from the side of the screen, "My cloak is stuck, could you help me?" the soft voice asked, the sound somewhat muffled.
"Hai. Hai." Seguchi replied, coming around the screen with a smile. "I still don't understand why you wear that, Inoue-san. It has to be hot and..."
But suddenly, whatever the pianist had been about to say, was cut off abruptly.
Seguchi stood stock still, staring at the violinist in absolute shock and horror. His lips moved, trying to formulate words... but no sound would come.
Smirking, Ikiryou reached out one pale hand... only, there was a bit of a problem...
"I get this reaction a lot." the violinist chuckled, revealing his entire body to Seguchi as the cloak fell to the ground.
Inoue Ikiryou, was a mixture of body parts.
A modern day Frankenstien's monster.
Arms, legs, torso, even each individual toe was a different shade of pale from the next. To make matters worse, the skin around his wrists was peeled back, revealing bone and muscle tissues beneath that would have made most people faint at the sight.
"Truth be told, Seguchi-san..." he whispered, subtly pressing the pianist backwards against the wall, pinning him there. "I needed a bit more help than just with my cloak."
Still Seguchi couldn't come up with anything to say. He continued to try and formulate words, still nothing.
Before he could even begin to move away, Seguchi found himself bound tightly by wire.
And not just any wire...
Piano wire!
"I know, it seems a bit odd... a violinist using piano wire." Ikiryou spoke, as if everything were normal. "But then again, I'm a bit odd myself." smiling, Ikiryou grabbed a scarf from on the dressing screen itself, and shoved it into Seguchi's mouth. "There. Now, if you ever DO figure out what to say... well... it'll be too late, won't it?"
Ikiryou was laughing, pulling on the piano wire and lifting the pianist up into the air.
"I have so much fun rigging these, you know... always different too! For you... Well.." he was smiling, tying off the piano wire and moving back in front of the pianist. "For you... I'm only going to take your hands."
At this notion, Seguchi began to struggle, trying to scream for someone to help him.
Someone...
Anyone...
Laughing, Ikiryou withdrew a scalpel that was hidden within his violin case. "The more you move, the tighter you're going to get wound up, Seguchi-san." the man smirked, examining the pianist's wrists.
The way Seguchi was stuck, his hands were displayed for Ikiryou to easily get to them.
A few simple cuts...
"Now... you're probably going to bleed to death, you know." he spoke, setting the scalpel to Seguchi's wrists. "And this will most likely hurt. But don't think of it as losing your hands, Seguchi-san. Think of it..." Ikiryou smiled. "As helping a fellow artist."
Amid the pianist's muffled screams was the steady dripping of blood. Seguchi, as predicted, was unable to keep still through the severing of muscle, tissue, bone, and more.
When the procedure was finished, Seguchi's hands were wrapped carefully and placed within a hidden compartment of Inoue's violin case.
"I'll be sewing these on later..." he bowed, smiling to the pianist. "It was wonderful working with you."
Seguchi tried to scream, but the more he moved, the more pain shot through his exhausted body.
He continued to bleed, a dark puddle staining the floor for feet around him.
By the time Ikiryou was gone... Seguchi had bled to death.
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(((OOC: Yes, it's a blatant "Gravitation" reference in there...)))
Also...
(((OOC: WHY IN HECK CAN'T I FIND EPISODE 01 OF "ANTIQUE CAKE SHOP" J-DRAMA TO DOWNLOAD?!?!?! No... I can get 02-11... but not 01... *twitches insanely* Stupid no-seeders...)))
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