Tales of Music

Seigaku – Tezuka Kunimitsu

Candiicane

The sound of keyboard keys being pressed in rapid succession could be heard coming from the room of Tezuka Kunimitsu. For the last few days he had been toiling over the perfect birthday present for his longtime girlfriend, .

He knew that she loved music, so at the moment his plan was to buy a pair of tickets to see a band she loved. The only question was… which one? was a die hard music fan who always claimed she could never pick a favorite band, and there were several coming into Tokyo in the not-too-distant future. Which was why he was staying up late on a school night in search of something he knew she would love. He wanted her to know that he was serious about her, and that he truly cared for her deeply, even though he wasn’t always the best at showing that fact.

Tezuka had wracked his brain for hours, and was still stuck. It wasn’t like him to be so indecisive. He decided to call for reinforcements. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number of his best friend, who also happened to be one of ’s.

“Moshi moshi?”

“Fuji. What’s her favorite band?”

There were a few moments of silence on the other end, and Tezuka knew the blue-eyed tensai well enough to know that he was smiling. Relishing in his friend’s confusion.

“I’m glad I lived long enough to see the day you grew an interest in something other than tennis, Tezuka…”

“…”

Tezuka’s eyes narrowed slightly, although he knew that Fuji couldn’t see it. He was going to get the information out of the other boy, no matter what.

~*~*~*~

“Kunimitsu, why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” asked as they rode together in a taxi, hand in hand.

“Just wait…”

They seemed to be driving on for a really long time. The fact that was blindfolded, a touch suggested by Fuji, didn’t help matters at all. She was really starting to wonder what was going on. Finally, the cab stopped. She quickly took off her blindfold, and got out of the cab, but before she could look around to see where they were there was a card in her free hand.

“Open it,” he said quietly, watching her behind his oval-shaped glasses.

blushed but complied. The card slid easily out of the envelope, and she opened it, surprised as two pieces of paper fell out. She picked them up off her lap and read the large printed words on the pair of tickets. The surprise and joy on her face was obvious, but had learned long ago that, when in a relationship with Tezuka, actions spoke louder than words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tip-toes to give him a brief but sweet kiss on the lips. He was of course pleased by her reaction, but he could only wonder what she would have said or done had she read what was inside the card.

“Dearest ,

“Love is a special word, and I use it only when I mean it. You say the word too much and it becomes cheap.” – Ray Charles

I have never been especially talented when it came to expressing matters of the heart, so I found someone else’s words to use. Please forgive me, but know that my heart is yours. Forever.

Happy birthday.

-Tezuka Kunimitsu”

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Seigaku – Fuji Syuusuke

Linc

Her eyes were closed, head tilted forward slightly. There was nothing but the clear notes of the piano filling the small room. Her fingers seemed to dance across the keys, lovingly creating each and every note.

The window was on the side; the sunlight streaming in made the mahogany instrument gleam and streaked her dark hair with gold.

It was Fuji Syuusuke’s first memory of her.

~*~*~*~

The snow fell around them, softening the busy streets with a small dusting of white.

Fuji’s blue eyes were visible for once, gleaming with amusement at her antics.

“It’s going to be a beautiful Christmas again this year Syuusuke!” smiled as she twirled lazily in a circle, face tilted upwards towards the falling snow.

He caught her hands, which had been reaching upwards to catch a snowflake, and pulled her towards him, enfolding her in a hug. She submitted to the embrace and said nothing.

Fuji broke the silence between them, still holding her gently, “Are you going to be here for it this year?”

let the silence stretch on for a moment longer before she pulled away from him and looked faintly apologetic, “I’m afraid not. The concert season is at its busiest now and I’ve got concerts well into the New Year.” There was a pause as her voice softened, “I’m sorry Syuusuke.”

His eyes glanced away from her for a brief moment as he gathered his emotions and locked them inside tightly. When he faced her once more, his gentle smile was present once more, “It’s ok. Work comes first. Besides, the parties after New Year are always more fun.” Fuji even managed a low laugh to accompany his statement.

Her gaze seemed to look through him; gray eyes fleetingly shadowed by something before her smile shone through once more, “Precisely. I’ll be home in good time for those.”

Fuji’s hand reached for her more slender one and squeezed it once before pulling her forwards, “Come on, we’d better hurry if we want to catch that movie.”

smiled and followed without complaint, allowing her hand to remain in his.

~*~*~*~

He watched her onstage.

It was Christmas Eve and her last concert in Japan before flying out to Paris, France for the next set of performances.

Her fingers still danced across the keys, head tilting ever so slightly as the music from the orchestra swelled before calming for the finale.

His heart ached as he watched her receive a standing ovation and the brilliant smile that she gave the audience in return. It was a smile that he could never hope to be just for him.

Three days ago, splashed across every tabloid was the news that , world renowned concert pianist, had accepted an offer to join the London based Royal Philharmonic Orchestra and would not be returning to Japan.

He turned, unable to muster even a smile for her although he knew she wasn’t even aware of his presence tonight.

Outside, a cool night breeze blew past him as he tilted his head up to look at the full moon. He hesitated slightly before vanishing into the night without looking back.

~*~*~*~

She returned to her dressing room, still accepting congratulations from fellow orchestra members for both the offer from the Royal Philharmonic and the success of tonight’s performance.

Her smile dimmed as she closed the door to her room. The customary bouquet of flowers from him sat on her dresser like they always were after a performance but he wasn’t there.

She had seen him leave before the performance had truly finished and she understood. Just as she understood what he was trying to say with the snowy white carnations that sat before her mirror, card propped carefully underneath.

With none too steady a hand, she picked up the card and flipped it open to read his beautiful cursive.

‘It’s too hard and too final to say goodbye. Instead, I wish you all the best. I’ll always remember.’

She looked over the carnations again and a flash of red caught her attention. Her eyes widened and filled with tears as she regarded the single, in bloom red rose that had been hidden underneath the card and in the shadow of the bouquet.

How many times had he taught her the meaning of roses?

Her smile was bittersweet as she picked it up gently, finger stroking a pedal, “I’m sorry Syuusuke.”

I still love you.

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Rikkai Dai – Yanagi Renji

Songbird

Yanagi Renji scrawled bits of seemingly useless data into his data-book, looking back up at the duo of men playing on the tennis court before him every so often.  Slowly, at first, the feverishly writing pen seemed slowly go limp as Yanagi let off a sigh.

The previous day--week--the whole year--had suddenly made a long string of undecipherable events play throughout his head.  Ever since that girl that he had secretly been yearning for turned him down, though not so directly, by avoiding his conversation attempts and getting a boyfriend...nothing made sense.  Love and liking someone were things that he simply did not understand, despite the abundance of data that he had taken on it. 

He sighed again, starting to draw mindless circles on the margin of his paper.

In the distance, a slim figure of a small girl started to appear and gradually approach the boy. 

"Renji-kun."

Somehow, the trance that Yanagi had been entangled in broke.  "Yes, -san?"  He somewhat greeted, checking her figure to make sure that his assumption was correct.  100%, it was.

feigned a smile, not liking that somber undertone in his face and speech.  Yanagi Renji had always been in her life, longer than she could even remember.  However, about 3 months prior things had gotten quite awkward for the two of them.  He had started chasing after a girl that vaguely had gotten to know from class, and didn't know what to do.  For some reason, every time she saw the two of them laughing, conversing...enjoying each other's company, a pang burned in her chest.  It confused her, and she wasn't fully sure how to explain it.  The only thing she really did know was that it felt horrible, so she tried to avoid him, not realizing that maybe she had been avoiding him in the time she needed it most. 

"I'm sorry I haven't really seen much of you around..."  She lied, knowing full well what had really happened. 

Yanagi tried to return her weak smile prior.  "Uun.  It's fine, I understand with classes and such that lack of meetings could become a reality." 

She looked to him and her heart jumped.  It seemed that the feeling still plagued her.  "No, it's not Renji."  She walked closer to him and situated herself at his side.  "I...I should've been there for you, especially now."  Her eyes softened and the pain started to swell in her chest.  "I heard about what happened..."

"Its fine."

Though he had not risen his voice, could tell by the way the phrase snapped at her that it really wasn't.  "..."

The two wallowed in their awkward silence before decided, again, to speak up.  "Love is a really hard thing to understand, you know?  Data doesn't really help you with it."

"Data doesn't lie."

"Yes, and it doesn't help you understand either."

Yanagi's gaze tore from the courts onto the girlish presence beside him. 

She laughed slightly at the look he shot her.  "Humor me and read off some of the data you collected from your experience."

His face softened slightly, fingering the pages as it did so.  When the all-too-familiar four letter word caught his eye, he stopped.  "Love - a feeling.  Horrible.  Twists the insides, disperses all logic and reason with a wave of sickness, darkness that washes across all mental and physical aspects of the body..."

He was cut off by a sudden burst of laughing.

"...-san?"

"I think I must be in love then!" 

His face twisted into slight confusion before her laughing finally subsided.  "What?"

She slightly shook her head.  "Nothing." She paused before.  "I doesn't sound like your interpretation of "love" is all that magnificent."

He laughed.  "It's not."

Another wave of silence washed across them, albeit this time it was not awkward.

"I guess I really don't understand it.  One moment I was happy as can be, talking with her whenever I had the chance, and then, she got a boyfriend.  It shouldn't have come as that much of a surprise, since the frequency of our conversations had gone down by a 64.30% margin before hand." His hands were again occupied his notes while he suppressed a sigh.  "I don't know, ever since three months previous..."

Lightly, her hands touched the cold wire fencing of the tennis courts exterior.  "Three months previous." She thought, remembering how she wasn't able to face him that day. 

"...That feeling, it tore at my insides constantly."  He finished. 

"Do..." She stopped, dread starting to overtake her.  "Do you still love her?"

"If I knew how to describe love then I would answer that."

"Well, do you still feel like that now?"

He stayed silent for a moment, wallowing in self-contemplation.  "...I suppose not."  He said before quickly adding a hushed "Weird..." on the end.

"Weird?"

"Right before your arrival the feeling overtook me, but now it appears to have faded."

She looked at him, confused.  "Faded?  Renji-kun, you're over her so suddenly?"

Yanagi's brow furrowed in a deep confusion of the same caliber.  It didn't make sense, at all.  In fact, it was downright illogical.  He knew the void that settled within his heart, but he couldn't explain it.  He also knew that for 3 long months the void that had been there, was unexpectedly gone.  Filled up, perhaps?  By what?  By who?  Even though the void had been satisfied, his heart was still tangled.  "I...can't answer that."

"Hm.." She giggled with the knowledge that there was something Yanagi Renji couldn't answer. 

Slowly, he moved his glazed gaze back onto the amused girl to his side.  "Could it be possible...?" He stared at her a bit longer, letting his eyes wander over her soft features.  For some reason, simply being around her sufficed the hole in his chest.  He liked being with her, for that reason.  So he had to admit that, when she suddenly stopped talking to him the day his "love" obtained a boyfriend, it was something he hadn't predicted.  She had abandoned him.  Every class he walked to was lonely and quiet, every tennis game he took part in he couldn't see her face.  And worst of all were the long walks home, and the dreary days silently collecting data without the company of her by his side. Actually, it almost seemed as if he was thinking about her absence more than he was thinking about...

She flushed, noticing that a pair of eyes were upon her.  "...How was your day at sch--"

"-san."

She jumped.  "Yes?"

"I want you to teach me."

"Teach...you?"

He explained, "About love, please, teach me."

This time, her heart jumped as her slightly trembling hands gripped the fence a little tighter.  "But I don't--I mean--I'm not really skilled in love..."  She tried to keep her eyes on him, but was too embarrassed, so she let her eyes wander to her quivering finger tips instead. 

Without warning, another hand entered into the picture and lightly rested itself upon hers. 

"Please."

Her heart raced as she nervously turned back to him once again, still not fully able to understand the feeling squeezing her chest either.  "R-Renji-kun."

"Good, then we can start on the mechanics of kissing."

"Wait--Renji-ku..." She quieted at another soft touch to her face, almost forcing her stare to fall directly onto his.  Maybe this feeling could be...the reason why she felt so bad...Maybe she...wanted him to move forward and capture her lips against his. 

Maybe...

"T-This..." She started softly.  "Is the answer."

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Seigaku - Momoshiro Takeshi

Summer

“Do!!!”

“Re!!!”

 

“Mi!!!”

“Fa!!!”

“SOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Momoshiro Takeshi sang, or rather shouted, at the top of his voice during tennis practice one day.

Inui adjusted his glasses, wondering why the boy was being so abnormal today. The usual Momoshiro would have used ‘Don!” or at least some normal “Ah!”, “Hm!” sounds during ball hitting practices.

The other regulars looked at him; Echizen lowered his cap, and Kikumaru just made loud noises of laughter, Oishi was worried.

Momoshiro blushed a bit, the girls that were looking on were giggling too.

But then, he caught sight of her, and his face turned beet red.

“I’m going to grab a drink Inui-senpai!!!” he shouted in embarrassment as he ran towards the club room. “I can’t believe it, I really can’t believe it!!!” he muttered to himself while drinking from his water bottle.

“But oh! -chan actually does come to watch the practices!!!” he grinned happily, strolling out cheerfully. “Wait, who’s she here to see?” Momoshiro was actually rather aware that the regulars were all very popular. “Is it Fuji-senpai? Or Eiji-senpai? Or Tezuka-buchou?!?!” Momoshiro said the last name out loud.

“50 laps for slacking during practice, Momoshiro.”

“Te---Tezuka-buchou…” Momoshiro shivered and did as he was told. was giggling at him. He placed his hand at the back of his head as a sign of embarrassment. waved at him, smiling. Momoshiro calmed down a bit, “Yosh!” he felt pumped up.

It had been 2 months since he met . Call him shallow, but she was a really beautiful girl, big round eyes, long hair tied up in a neat ponytail, ruby-red lips, flawless skin and a good figure to boot. It was like love at first sight.

But what attracted him the most was her singing, it was so sweet, so moving. And he found out the same applied to her talking voice.

After practice one day, Momoshiro had stayed back and heard her practicing. He approached her, and got to learn that she was from the choir, and was practicing for a recital her family was holding. It was just a small event, but to , it was a very important event, it was for her parents’ wedding anniversary.

Then after, day after day, Momoshiro visited her after tennis practice. They got to know each other better. Momoshiro, though attracted to her good looks and wonderful voice at first, grew to love her character as well.

The girl, appreciative of having someone to listen to her sing, shared her thoughts with him, and even taught him how to sing.

“I didn’t know you watched the practices!” Momoshiro told on that very day.

giggled, “Well… Momoshiro-kun always comes to support me, so I thought I should too!”

Momoshiro grinned widely, and blushed, scratching his cheek with his finger, “Ahahaha, so you WERE there for me!” he said, proud of himself.

“Yes!” She beamed.

Momoshiro found another thing about her that he could so fall in love with.

“How… how was my singing today?” he asked jokingly.

“It was in tune, at the very least,” she replied light-heartedly.

It was fun talking to her. “How’s practice for the recital going?” he asked.

“Oh, the recital went great!” she replied, “Thanks for asking,” she said sincerely.

“HEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!! You mean it’s already over?” Momoshiro exclaimed shockingly.

“Maa maa, calm down, Momoshiro-kun,” the girl laughed lightly, patting the other’s shoulder.

“When?”

“Last week.”

Momoshiro slowly regained his composure, and thought, “Then… why are you still practicing?” he asked curiously.

paused in her thoughts, “Well… I am in the choir, of course I should be practicing! Right…?” she stammered with her words.

“…Really?” Momoshiro was suspicious. “That was not your first thought right? Spit it out!!!”

It was now ’s turn to blush. “I… I… guess it’s to spend more time with… Momoshiro-kun…? I guess.”

Momoshiro was glad.

“Hey, -chan,” he really liked her first name, “Let’s go for karaoke together next time okay?” he said.

“And now, I am going to send you home!” He beamed, taking hold of the girl’s hand.

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Rokkaku – Saeki Kojirou

Mara-chan

Their first meeting was at a bus stop, waiting in the brisk October cold whilst watching their breath puff cloudily in the air. It was only the two of them on the sidewalk that morning.

Listening to his mp3 player Saeki glanced at her, and saw her puffs coming out small and irregularly. Was she muttering to herself? He quickly pressed the pause button and then realized she was only humming.

It was a simple tune, with no fancy musical talent behind the voice. She was humming for her own pleasure, nothing more. She must have thought he wasn’t listening because of his earphones. He was glad. Her humming sounded pleasant.

He listened to it, until her bus came and she stopped humming. When the bus drove off and he was alone, Saeki turned back on his mp3 player.

~*~*~*~

Their second meeting was purely coincidental. Seeking refuge from the freezing cold, Saeki entered the warm, cozy coffee shop on his way home. As he took off his scarf he blinked at the smiling waitress.

“Ah. You’re the girl from the bus stop.”

She stopped, not knowing how to respond. “Oh.”

He laughed and explained how he recognized her. “I’m not a stalker, I promise,” he reassured her.

“Oh I believe you. I just can’t believe you actually remembered me.”

He smiled, “I have a good memory.” Not to mention she had been on his mind ever since he saw her at the bus stop. “You were humming. Maybe that’s why I remember you.”

“Oh!” Her eyes flickered to his hair. “You were the guy at… I thought you couldn’t hear me,” she chuckled embarrassedly. He thought she looked cute when she blushed.

“I was listening the whole time,” he assured her. Then he smiled, “I’m Saeki Kojirou by the way.”

Her smile was sunny. “I’m . Nice to meet you.”

His head tilted curiously, “What were you humming? It was a nice song.” Saeki wanted to hear her hum again.

She laughed lightly, “No, Saeki-san, I have a horrible voice. I’m so off-tune it would hurt your ears.”

couldn’t be more wrong. To him, her humming was sweet music in his ears. He smiled to himself.

“Not at all, -san,” he replied.

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Hyoutei – Ootori Choutarou

Ayu

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeee, Choutarou!”

“S-sorry, -san, but-”

“No buts! And I told you to call me , didn’t I?”

“But I really need to get to practice!”

“Choutarou!”

A loud slam of the door and that was it—the silver-haired male was gone. The only things occupying the room now were several musical instruments—one of which was a large grand piano—a few stray papers littered on the carpeted floor, and a pouting young teen that was clearly disappointed with the events that had taken place.

You couldn’t exactly say you weren’t expecting it. In the year and four months you had known Choutarou, there hadn’t been one time he conceded to your musical requests. If you asked him to critique your tennis abilities, he would. If you asked him to compare answers in homework, he would. Even if you asked him to just eat with you at lunch, he would accept. But the second you had mentioned the words “play” and “piano”, he’d make up some lame excuse and leave before you’d say anything. It was becoming quite the annoyance.

“Awww…this isn’t cool,” you whined, leaning yourself against the grand piano.

Loud thuds began to echo in the halls, coming closer and closer before screeching to a halt in front of the music room. The doors flew open as a young man entered the room.

“Ha! I knew you couldn’t resist me for-Oh, it’s just you.”

Shishido gave you a dirty look, obviously not approving of your comment.

“Where’s Chou-”

“He just left for practice, if Atobe’s looking.”

When you had found Shishido’s presence still in the room, you grew curious. Shouldn’t he be heading towards the tennis courts now too?

“,” he began, dropping the honorific that you had told everyone to not use, “our coach canceled practice this entire week.”

You cocked your head to the side, blinking curiously. “But then that would mean Choutarou…lied.”

Shishido would have rolled his eyes if it weren’t for the fact Choutarou actually lied, especially to the female he couldn’t stop talking about. It had been a surprise to everyone on the team—the Regulars, that is—when they realized you still hadn’t realized Choutarou harbored a rather large affection for you. It was an instance where ignorance was not bliss, but an extreme irritation. The team had set up countless chances for him, and yet nothing would happen. Very, very lame.

“Did you chase him off again?”

You glared at him, “Of course not. All I did was ask him to play for me.”

“If he ran away the first one hundred eighty-seven times, why the hell do you think he wouldn’t this time?”

“Because one hundred eighty-eight is a pretty number?”

The only reply you received was a smack to the back of the head. It was now clear why you hadn’t been aware of Choutarou’s painfully obvious crush: you thought out of the box too much for your own good.

“God, why did he have to pick such an idiot?” he mumbled to himself.

“Excuse me?”

Your senpai shook his head, dismissing the Shinji-like mutter.

“So, are you gonna look for him?” he then asked, adjusting his cap.

“Nope. If he’s got a problem with me, then I want him to tell me to my face.”

Now, Shishido succumbed to his body’s screams to roll his eyes, “Are you really that stupid? You know he’d never say anything like that.”

“Then I’ll make him.”

~*~*~

You hugged the wall, waiting patiently for your fellow second-year. Jirou, who had volunteered to help, lay limply at your feet, having predictably fallen asleep after a good five seconds of not moving. Why you had even said yes to his help you had yet to figure out.

And there’s the target.

Choutarou entered the room almost reluctantly. Like the stalker ninja you were, you followed him, yet made no move to enter. You were kind enough to not ambush him…yet.

You rested against the door, waiting for the boy to start playing a piano improvisation. It was habitual; he would enter the music room and play several songs while you listened from afar and threw the doors open only like a Hyoutei student could after he finished his third song. You would then ask him to play the song you held close to your heart, causing him to leave.

But this was not the case.

“That’s…that’s my…”

Your fingers slid the door open cautiously. If Choutarou noticed you enter, he hadn’t shown it. You took a seat near the piano, noting his closed eyelids and the immense amount of passion he dumped into the song.

Admiration and shock clashed in your mind as he played. With every note he hit, with every move of his fingers, you shivered. If this was how Choutarou played, if this was his true pianist ability, than you were glad you had never forced him to play a note. You had never imagined that the song you had written could ever, ever sound like this. It was almost enough to make you cry out of pure happiness.

“I’m sorry, .”

That was the very first thing he had said to you the entire day.

“I wanted it to sound perfect for you, -san. It wouldn’t feel right if I played it with any mistakes, especially if you wrote it just for me and because you’re so good at mu-”

He was silenced by your impromptu hug. Light pink painted itself across his cheeks as he returned the gesture.

“You played it and that’s all that matters.”

You kissed his cheek and laughed quietly at his reaction. The light pink from before had turned into a complete, tomato-red blush.

“Would you-”

He cut you off, already knowing what you would ask.

“Of course.”

~*~*~

And as the grand piano filled the school with its song, the seven Regulars could not help but add their own noises to the piece—Oshitari, however, stayed quiet as he watched the scene before him.

“It’s about time,” the wealthy grand voice of a certain captain began, “Na, Kabaji?”

“Usu.”

“At least there won’t be anymore interruptions at practice.” Hiyoshi mumbled.

The seven looked at each other—well, six since Jirou was still sound asleep—before groaning. If you were Choutarou’s girlfriend…

“Kabaji, go get the duct tape.”

“…Usu.”

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Rokkaku – Amane Hikaru

Summer

He held onto her petite hands as they strolled down the beach together. Tip tap tip tap, went the rhythm of her light steps in the water. The wind blew her hair backwards, fuuu fuuu, like a harmony. Dabide caught her hair gently with his fingers.

To Dabide, their dates at the beach were always filled with this soothing music, and the melody would be the sound of the waves, and the tinkling ring in her voice.

The beach was awfully quiet today, the sound of nature was beautiful and calming. The childhood friends turned lovers were enjoying their daily activity.

stopped in her path, and Dabide followed suit. She turned her face to look at her partner, smiling at him. He returned it, but sadness reflected in his eyes. “What’s wrong, Hikaru?” she only used that name when she was worried about him. Dabide merely shook his head.

squatted down, pulling the boy along. Dabide sat down on the soft sand, letting the waves hit his feet. “You’ll get wet Dabide!” she giggled at his antics, and the boy dragged her along. They took off their shoes, throwing them behind, soaking their feet in the cool seawater.

“Hmmm… it’s nice…” said blissfully as she laid her head on Dabide’s shoulders; the two were still holding hands.

“Hey, isn’t the sound of the waves beautiful,” she looked at him, “they are so irregular, yet they always seem so strong splashing up against the shore, and then back again.”

Dabide stared at her, “Nami no oto wa na-mi-da.”

He looked longingly at her, and painfully, and then cupped her face with his palm. caught sight of a teardrop at the edge of his left eye.

“Pf…ftt.” He said sadly, completing his joke.

Dabide looked like a defeated puppy. “The sound of the waves reminds you of tears huh,” she said.

“Every time I listen to the waves, I think about your voice, and then I think about… how you’re going away.” He finally spoke.

“Hikaru…” she couldn’t bear to leave him too, but…

“Then why don’t you come along with me?” she continued. “Let’s go to a high school in Tokyo together.”

She didn’t think he would agree.

She had always liked their dates at the beach; the background of the wind blowing and the sand rolling, the sound of the waves was of course, the melody. To , Dabide was like the sound of the waves, so beautiful, so unpredictable, and yet so daring; the melody in her life.

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Music Themes

July 22nd to July 24th, 2008