#96 - Knowledge

Summary: If nothing, he wanted to at least know the owner of that voice.

The first time he heard Prince sing, he could have sworn he could have died right there and then and gone to heaven. Of course, in Second Life, nothing more than returning to the rebirth point would come consequentially, but that wasn't particularly upon his mind at the time. No, it was more that his love's musical lilt leaned toward a higher pitched voice that betrayed his feminine features.

Each time the blood elf sang, Gui seemed to awaken and open up a whole myriad of unknown emotions. But hidden deep was an idea planted by his default IQ of 200, in that the voice was hauntingly familiar. But for the life of himself, he couldn't put his finger on who it reminded him of. Briefly Feng Yang Ming came to his mind, but his voice was undoubtedly a tenor, contrary to Prince's enchanting soprano. Besides, he was Feng Wu Qing, and therefore, not the infamous bloodthirsty elf.

So Gui buried the speculation, albeit thinly, and continued traveling with the band while teaching at the university. But for someone like Min Gui Wen, it was never easy to ignore something when it was right in front of you. For a genius, knowledge was something he craved. So when he heard the melody he composed – the lyrics he wrote…and most importantly, that voice which he could never forget… he didn't even think as he moved his hand to the door handle. But his promise rang in his mind. He'd swore not to investigate him, and yet here he was, about to reveal the one secret Prince refused to allow Gui to know.

He dropped his hand, smirking. His brain craved for the knowledge, but perhaps this was something he could know some other time.