Hey guys! This is a sort of preview of what a voice over would sound like if I actually did an analysis series on HEAVENS GATE. This is an analysis for Kira in the original arrangement.
Few notes, I did mess up a translation but the gist of the line is the same. Also, did mess up a few times. This was my fourth take just running it off the top of my head.
Darkheartqueen is a screen name I would be using is I posted this to a medium such as YouTube or SoundCloud as I would also in the future like to do other things than just UtaPri (hence also why I explain the link back to this blog)
Otherwise, analysis is legit. I was hoping to post a general analysis of the lyrics before this, which a select few of you may have heard. Alas, it that will have to be the case if I actually decide to legitimately to all of this. Hope you all enjoy!
One last note: I did this all on my phone so I am having to jump through some hoops to post so if something is wrong with the file, please let me know!
It was still dark out when the royal idol left his room for his morning routine. Light flooded into the hallway otherwise colored in early morning gray. He entered the bright room and as he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the light, he commented, “you know, you don’t have to do this.”
From across the room, QUARTET NIGHT’s smiley brunette hummed as he finished pouring tea, seeming to only half hear the remark. He set the pot down and proceeded to add a certain number of sugar cubes before bringing the teacup on its dish and the dish of sugar over to the blond, “if it doesn’t bother you, I don’t mind doing this.”
With little emotional response, the other man received the cup respectfully and responded, “what does that mean?”
The brunette only chuckled, “ah nothing. I’m just still sleepy I think.”
“The don’t bother waking up so early,” the blond insisted. It has been exactly three weeks since the shorter idol had started doing this - waking up earlier than him and making him tea, quite well he might add. Then, for the first time in three weeks it occurred to the cold one to ask, “how do you know how I like my tea?”
This won another chuckle from the gray eyed one, “oh, I’m just observant.”
Not with Ai or Ramaru, the cold one thought.
There was then silence between the two. He could tell the maracas player was hesitant to say something and quite frankly it was too early to beat around the bush. “Kotobuki. If you have something to say, just say it.” He sipped his tea and added, “we’ve known each other for how long now? If it’s bothering you so much, I’d at least like to think that you would trust me enough to tell me.”
His eyes widened the slightest when Reiji lowered his head, refusing to look his way. Something definitely had to be wrong. His thoughts were silenced when the other idol suddenly started laughing. Quietly, uneasily, almost sadly, but laughter nonetheless. Something like that, something so unhappy from the usually upbeat one was rather unsettling. He suddenly felt the urge to add another cube of sugar to his tea.
“It’s pathetic really,” the brunette laughed almost painfully. Despite that, he was still smiling. An unsettling sad smile, as the blond noted. “I’m acting like a young teenager or something.” He looked away from the royal one again, “ah, Myu-chan. There is something I want to tell you but,” he chuckled again in that same discomforting laugh, “I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me.”
In an attempt to lighten things, the cold one sarcastically remarked, “me? Laugh?”
This did win another chuckle, but it was like all the others, “I suppose that’s true.” He bit his lip, suddenly growing serious. “I think I’m more afraid you’ll simply reject me again like always.”
The blond felt his icy heart sink. He opened his mouth quickly, “if it’s something important-”
“Important, possibly. More stupid than anything.” The tables suddenly turned with the usually warm Reiji being cold with the unusually unguarded Camus.
The blond looked back at his tea and took another sip, collecting his thoughts and letting the rising tension sink a bit. After a long moment, he finally spoke again. “Reiji, just tell me,” he began, almost like a plea one might have with a child or unstable person, “I promise I won’t brush it off.”
“It’s ridiculous,” the other insisted, “it really is. It’s absolutely stupid.”
“Not if it’s affecting you so much,” he said in an argument ending tone.
There was another silence, this one much longer. With every second, both men grew more and more anxious. Still, it was the kind hearted brunette that finally broke first, “Myu-chan. I like you.”
The cold idol sat, mouth partially ajar, staring wide eyed as his band mate in shock. Sure he probably was popular with fans but - he had to clarify, “you… Mean…”
“Yes,” the gray eyed idol nodded. Then he sighed, “but it doesn’t matter. It’s against regulations and is just over all not very prof-”
“I don’t care about that,” Camus said with the finishing tone again. After making sure he really had all of the other’s attention, he stood up the gesture for the other to do the same. Slowly, deliberately, he walked to the shorter idol, never leaving his gaze. Gray wide eyes stared uncertainly back into his pale blue orbs. Without another thought, the taller idol leaned down and placed his lips on the confessor. All he heard was a sudden intake of breath from the other. Then only silence.
After a moment, he pulled away, leaving the other to stumble back more in shock than embarrassment. “Camus? Why-”
“I’ve never thought about it,” the cellist began, “I never even considered the possibility.” He waited until Reiji’s gray eyes were on his aqua ones again to speak, “but I’m willing to try.”
There was a sudden burst of emotion in Reiji’s face, but he somehow shook himself out of it, “you’re only saying that because I guilt tripped you!”
The taller one placed a finger over the smaller’s lips, silencing him. “If I didn’t want to, would I have kissed you?” Another thought wondered how much of a correlation there really was there, but didn’t have time to contemplate it now.
The maracas player sighed and nodded, “okay then, fair enough.” He then suddenly very firmly added, “but if and when it either of want to stop,”
“If that comes,” the cold one said in his signature ice like tone, “we’ll deal with it then.” Before the smaller man could argue, the taller kissed him again.