"And here we have SCP-005. A key that can open any and all locks. Useful, but risky. It could cause havoc in the wrong hands." Satisfied with this last SCP, he nodded to himself and left the room, hearing the wall close behind him with a soft hiss.
Suddenly, there she was. Ai's character, the supportive best friend, entered the scene with a warm smile and an energetic wave. Though her role was smaller, Ai's presence was magnetic. She delivered her lines with a natural ease, her timing perfect, her expressions genuine.
Satoru was the first to break the silence, a low whistle escaping his lips. "Damn, Akira. Where the hell was a gem like you hiding? These lyrics... they're fire."
Haaaa~ first volume done. I feel like I rushed the romance a little, but as far as my first time writing, I think I did good! If you have any suggestions for songs you want Akira to use, or the group to perform, leave them in the comments!
"Since the music in this world is different..." I muttered, the words catching in my throat. A smile spread across my face, a strange mix of excitement and something akin to disbelief. It was real. This world... It was a blank canvas.
Zabuza has no comment. Shou also steals a look. When can he get as much muscle? Shou felt his body doesn't seem to be growing much despite the daily workout. Maybe it's just not his talent. Zabuza's body is lean with only hints of defined muscle lines. He had a question why most ninjas don't have 6-packs despite them doing all those exercises and stuffs. Maybe because a Shinobi use their feet and hands more instead of abdominal muscles? Also, that bruise looks bad. Zabuza really likes to act tough.
After all, fiction is my one interest in this boring world of ours. The days are the same and just kind of blur together. And that is what the faceless masses strive for. A safe life where they don't have to worry about putting food on the table. Where they don't have to worry about finding a safe place to sleep. Where they can go to bed knowing that they'll wake up to see the next day.
Though among the crowd, I see a few people giving me a subtle thumbs up. Fellow people of culture I see. I send a nod of acknowledgement their way before continuing on. My goal? The BestBuy down the street.
That's right, I'm an american weeb! Got a problem with that? Fight me! I sigh at the mental argument I imagine would happen between myself and the people around me if any of them would say anything.