Y2K Style Ver - Kamui Galuda (神威ガルダ)

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 A Hand Reaching Toward the Sea of Lights Purple-blue light poured down from above the stage like a grand night rain, covering the entire concert venue. The audience had already fallen into a frenzy. Countless glow sticks swayed in the darkness, like a sea illuminated by violet starlight. On the giant LED screens, Kamui Galuda’s figure was projected clearly. His short purple hair shimmered with a cold sheen under the intense lights, and his blue eyes gazed across the venue through the camera, carrying a charm that made it impossible to look away. He was the first child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka. At nineteen, Galuda was no longer a child standing beneath his parents’ radiance. He had his own voice, his own stage, and his own darkness and light. The moment the prelude began, the lights at center stage burst open. Galuda wore a black-and-purple Y2K stage outfit. His glossy leather jacket reflected a gorgeous violet glow beneath the spotlights. The black mesh top clung subtly to his figure, while layers of silver chains hung across his chest, swaying lightly with each movement. The earrings by his ears, the rings on his fingers, and the metal accessories at his waist all flashed with a cold yet dazzling brilliance under the lights. He held the microphone in one hand and bent forward slightly. In the next second, he crouched down at the front of the stage. One leg supported his body steadily, while his other hand reached out toward the audience. It was not merely a stage gesture. It felt more like an invitation. As if he were standing between the night and the sea of lights, personally pulling everyone’s gaze into his world. “Don’t look away.” His low voice carried through the microphone and spread across the entire venue. Galuda’s voice was steady, holding a power so calm that it almost felt dangerous. It was not showing off, nor was it meant to please. It was confidence pressed out from deep within his chest. Every note seemed precisely controlled, yet hidden within it was an emotion that could never be fully tamed. The audience erupted into screams. “Galuda—!” The purple glow sticks rose even higher. Galuda lifted his eyes. Under the stage lights, his blue gaze shone like cold flames. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. It was a faint smile, but it carried a dark and powerful magnetism. His outstretched hand paused in midair, his fingertips seeming as though they were about to touch the fans in the front row. In that moment, the distance between the stage and the audience was completely drawn closer. He saw someone calling his name with reddened eyes. He saw countless people reaching toward him, as if responding to his song. Galuda was never good at comforting others with gentle words. But he would protect those willing to hear his music through his songs. When the chorus began, the images on the LED screens exploded with light. A massive violet light curtain spread behind him, and the Galuda on the screens also held a microphone, as if countless versions of him were standing on the stage at once, dragging the entire venue into a black-and-purple dream. His voice rose higher within the rhythm. The silver chains on his body swayed with his breathing. The hem of his jacket was lifted by the stage wind, and glittering fragments of light fell across his hair and shoulders. His short purple hair was slightly messy, making him look even more like a king who had stepped out of the night. Calm. Strong. Carrying a dangerous dark side. Yet in one certain moment, he still reached out to the audience with quiet tenderness. That was Kamui Galuda. He was not Kamui Gakupo’s shadow, nor was he an extension of Megurine Luka. He had inherited his father’s strength and his mother’s elegance, but in his own way, he had rearranged the light within his bloodline into a melody that belonged only to him. During the interlude, Galuda lowered his body and brought the microphone close to his lips. “Are you still with me?” There was a slight smile in his voice, yet it remained calm. The entire venue answered him with even louder cheers. Galuda’s blue eyes curved faintly. In that instant, he was no longer only a cold and distant presence. Even though darkness still flowed around him, and even though his aura remained so powerful that it made people hold their breath, the hand he extended toward the audience clearly conveyed another feeling. —I will stand here. —I will protect this light that belongs to us. When the final chorus arrived, the stage lights burst open completely. Purple, blue, and pink beams crossed through the venue. Confetti and glittering paper rained down from above, and the entire arena looked as though it had been submerged in a river of stars. Galuda remained at center stage, gripping the microphone as he sang the final line. His voice passed through the lights and screams, landing steadily in every heart. When the song ended, the music stopped abruptly. After a brief silence, thunderous cheers surged from the audience like a tidal wave. Galuda breathed lightly and slowly lowered the microphone. Sweat slid along his jaw, sparkling faintly beneath the purple lights. He did not immediately return to the center of the stage, nor did he hurry backstage. He simply looked at the fans in the front row. They were still holding up glow sticks and banners, calling his name. Some stood on tiptoe, just to be a little closer to him; others held light boards with his name on them, their eyes red with emotion. Galuda watched them quietly for a few seconds. Then, suddenly, he crouched down at the edge of the stage. The audience screamed again. He knelt on one knee near the front of the stage. His black-and-purple jacket fell beside him with the movement, and the silver chains hanging from his outfit swayed gently, catching tiny flashes of light. He held the microphone in one hand, while his other hand reached toward the fans in the front row. It was not the same commanding gesture he used during the performance. It was a truly gentle action after the song had ended, as he moved closer to them. “Thank you.” His voice came through the microphone, much lower than when he had been singing, and much softer as well. The fans in the front row could almost not speak. They could only nod desperately. One person carefully reached their hand toward him, yet seemed too nervous to truly touch him. Galuda looked at the fan’s nervous expression, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Did you hear me properly today too?” The fan immediately answered with a choked voice. “Yes! We always do!” Galuda’s blue eyes became very quiet in that moment. He raised his hand and gently touched the fingertips reaching toward him from the front row. It was only a brief touch, but it made that fan so overwhelmed that they nearly burst into tears. The people around them screamed as well, and the purple glow sticks waved through the air like a shining tide. He did not smile dramatically, nor did he say many flowery words. But he crouched there, so close to the fans, as if he were willing to lower the version of himself who was calm, strong, and wrapped in darkness on stage to a distance they could almost touch. “Be careful on your way home.” Galuda spoke softly. It was a simple sentence, yet it made the entire venue fill with warm cheers once again. Some people called his name. Some made heart gestures toward him. Some raised their light boards, as if they wanted to preserve this moment forever. Galuda looked at the sea of purple lights before him, his blue eyes reflecting countless tiny fragments of brightness. Then, he showed a faint but genuine smile. That night, Kamui Galuda stood on his own stage. Like a king crowned in the darkness. And also like a violet star finally seen by the entire world. When the song ended and the lights slowly began to fall, he still chose to crouch down and personally respond to those who had been calling his name all along. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka's first child Name: Kamui Galuda (神威ガルダ/巡音ガルダ/Megurine Galuda) Age: 19 Birthday:3/30 Personality: Calm, strong, dark side, protective Appearance: Short purple hair, slightly messy, exuding a cool and powerful aura. Blue eyes, full of charm and mystery. Skills: Piano, keyboard, music production, guitar, singing, martial arts, cooking ,Fencing , Kendo