[Insane!Ushia AU] Grand Morceau

Even with the lights dimmed, the conservatory was quite impressive. Vaulted ceilings of carved wood greeted his sight. Tsumuri elbowed through the masses of nobles, earning himself some curses and surprised cries. However, his focus was on the staircase ahead, and who it lead to.

He could see Ushia's outline from here, sitting in one of the seats... along with Libreto Ambjörg. As he reached the top, the brown-haired man turned his head and saw him. A look of disgust covered the young Ambjörg's face. Irritation filled Tsumuri, but he knew it was only to be expected. Apparently, Ushia had not alerted Libreto to the fact of his attendance.

Tsumuri grinned.

Ushia turned to him and offered a easy smile. Tsumuri eyed her in her dress, and did not find her lacking. Libreto had gotten up, and seemed to be waiting for him. His arms were crossed. Tsumuri attempted to smile at him, but all Libreto received was a bearing of teeth. Quickly, the slighter man backed away, causing the doctor some confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Libreto then spat, still keeping his distance. Tsumuri beheld the young Ambjörg with as much contempt as he received. Thin, brown-hair - almost blond, and pompous, these were the terms that defined Libreto Ambjörg, in his eyes. It was resentment, borne of his natural hatred for any man of the pure godly class. The doctor did not know the man for his history, or from his childhood. All he knew was that Libreto had never needed to work hard in his life, and probably never would. That was excuse enough.

Tsumuri opened his mouth to curse the shorter man, but Ushia motioned for them both to sit down. "It's starting..." She murmured, eyeing the territorial men thoughtfully. Tsumuri walked forwards, and took Libreto's former seat, ignoring the sputtered sound of rage that came forth afterwards. But, soon Libreto's resignedly took the next seat opposite of her, foregoing a pointless argument. "Why didn't you tell me he would be here?!" Libreto was heard whispering, and Tsumuri hid another of his smirks behind a pale hand.

Below them, Vincent Eclair walked onstage.

If that could be called walking. Vincent tottered on the stage like he was a sailor on a storm beset ship. But, that was not all. His clothes were wrinkled and seemed to hang on him. When he finally reached the front of the stage, he lifted his violin, and clumsily sat it upon his shoulder. It slipped several times before Vincent managed to keep it there. Silence hung over the crowd, but it was awkward rather than expectant. Tsumuri noticed Libreto shifting in impatience.

Ushia hadn't moved.

Even from here, Vincent's gaze was utterly vacant, and his eyebrows joined as puzzled by something. He raised the bow, fingers trembling. Then he began to play. It could not even be called music. Tsumuri winced as the bow slid gracelessly up and down the strings. The screeching that issued forth was an assault on the ears. Libreto looked appalled.

Ushia was smiling.

Tsumuri stared at her as the "music" continued. His concerns over this became irrelevant as he grew aware of the audience. First, a discontented muttering came from various parts of the crowd. As Vincent continued playing his abomination, they grew angry.

Tsumuri quickly stood up, jostling Ushia slightly. He didn't bother apologizing, and instead went to Libreto."Get up." he ordered, and grabbed Libreto's arm. He began walking to the end of the row, and found himself dragging the eagle god. "What are you doing?!" Came the high pitched cry from behind. Tsumuri continued dragging him forwards, towards the stage. "We need to get that idiot off the stage, before there's a mob." Tsumuri gestured at Vincent, who now was screaming incoherantly back at the crowd. And then it happened. Vincent dropped his violin and tossed the bow flippantly, at one of the complaining patrons. There was a surprised silence, and then the audience was in an uproar. Tsumuri began running for the stage, and was relieved when Libreto followed in turn.

In seconds, they reached the stage, and Tsumuri seized the yelling Vincent's shoulders. Vincent froze and turned to him, eyes wide with green-coloured shock. Libreto quickly enclosed his hand around Vincent's wrist and they both began pulling Vincent to the exits.

The crowd was yelling after them. Vincent tore from their grip and turned back to the crowd. He toppled and fell to the ground. Laughter pealed from the gathered nobles. Vincent ran several oaths through his mind. None were good enough for the current predicament. Libreto's face was flushed. Most likely in embarassment, as there must have been many who recognized him.

Oh well.

Tsumuri quickly grabbed Vincent by his collar and hauled him to his feet. "L-let go." The man managed weakly. Vincent did not have the means to fight him it seemed, and stumbled as he was lead offstage. They exited swiftly and Libreto hailed a coach. They were all silent as Tsumuri aided Vincent into it.

There seemed to be nothing to say to the man who had single-handedly destroyed his own 'career'. But such man would never so carelessly intoxicated himself- Ushia seemed very amused.