no strings could secure you at the station

[are_you_99]

There is a boy of an unidentifiable age sitting at a piano. Shadows eclipse most of this room, the only light that shines comes from the ivory of the keys; but when there is little light, it serves not to illuminate, but rather to enhance the mystery.

You were not here before. Do you even remember where you had been before? Surely it matters not at this moment. There is a boy, there is a piano, and there is a small demon pushing at your legs - push, shuffle, push, until you're in the room and the door

clanks

shut.

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[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

"It ain't for your benefit," Soul says. He turns and stares at Mello with narrowed eyes, closing the piano key's cover with a *thump*. "So I really don't care whatcha think 'bout it."

[crucifix-tricks.livejournal.com]

"And," Mello says, putting a hand on his (bared, thanks to the low-rising leather) hip, "I'm not for your benefit, so don't go criticizing things you'd damn well better leave alone, kid."