Music of Ayumu's Heart
Mav's comments: This is written with knowledge up to ch70. So this is only my made-up ending to Spiral therefore no spoilers for v15. Haha, let's go see London!
Disclaimer: I want Ayumu's heartXD But neither that nor Spiral ~Bonds of Reasoning~ belongs to me. The board game Scrabble belongs to Hasbro. "Music of My Heart" is based on the one by NSYNC and Gloria Estefan. Pokemon belongs to Nintendo/Creatures Inc.
The scent of wisteria flowers sailed on the spring breeze. The two regal red double doors of the Music Dome were wide open. But it was open for the rehearsing musicians, not for an audience just yet.
Two young men with short hair stood not-so-silently within the entrance.
The silhouette on the left stood up straight, his side burns dancing lightly with the incoming breeze. He asked his friend, "I don't think any more practicing will do you any good."
"That isn't the point. Rehearsals are more for making sure everything fits the schedule. You know that between Eyes, Sayoko, and myself there will be 3 solo, 5 piano duets, and 10 song performances. We need to coordinate all the music into 2 hour-"
"But Ayumu! You guys did 3 PERFECT rehearsals. I think that's enough right?" asked his impatient friend. He pretended to pout and scratched his mint green hair in agitation. Sometimes Ayumu could be so tedious! (lol)
His more patient friend however, did not fall for it. Ayumu shifted his weight on his other foot as he continued to lean against the sides of the doorframe.
"Give me 3 minutes and I'll let you know if I can come. The manager needs to give me the okay on letting me go," said Ayumu who grinned ever so faintly at Hizumi. As he turned, he patted him on the shoulder as he made his way toward the one who could grant him that permission.
Hizumi cheered and fell into step next to him as they walked down the center aisle towards the stage. They were dressed casually. Hizumi wore a yellow sweatshirt with an outline of a puppy on it and red cargo pants. His more sober (yes, sober) friend wore a Nike shirt and black slacks.
They were quite grown up, 20 really, yet their manners and tempers were the same as ever. Ayumu was the taller of the two but not by much. Hizumi blamed it on his cooking that lacked any "real protein" as he liked to put it, while Ayumu countered that it was his slouching.
They approached the music coordinator who felt that the rehearsals have gone very well. He granted him the release on the condition that he makes sure to memorize the order in which he was to perform.
"Remember Narumi-san, 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow!"
Ayumu and Hizumi half bowed to him. They waved good-bye to the rest of the set-up crew on the way back up the aisle. Sayoko waved happily back at them, her violin's bow in her hand swaying back and forth.
"Leaving so soon."
The two men looked up to see another pair standing at the exact same spot they just left. The shorter of the two was Eyes, who was wearing a navy blue zipper jacket. He was holding a Badtz Maru thermos, which was a present from Ayumu last Christmas. Kousuke, in an emerald green hoody sweater, yawned as the two made their way down to meet them.
Hizumi put his hands on his hips and grinned. "It's too bad Rutherford, but Ayu doesn't have to stay for rehearsal. Can't say as much for you though."
Here we go again, thought Ayumu. He sighed inwardly. Both he and Hizumi received a treatment that counteracts the side effects of cloning that so far has worked wonders for 2 years. The Blade Children were finally freed of the curse. Likewise with Hizumi. Somehow, he got it into his head that he still gets to be Uncle so they have to obey him. He always antagonizes them.
"It's fine. Sayoko and I still need to practice our synchrony for the piano violin concerto," said Eyes, with a focused look in his eyes. He was very determined to match the pace of a violin that he hasn't quite fallen into pace with yet.
Sayoko recently started to regain some of her old memories, but gradually, which seemed to help her psychologically. The Watchers, Savers, and the remaining Hunters who knew her in the past were of the opinion that she now has her old personality back.
In other words, she is just like Ryouko. Only more lady-like.
Kousuke laughed. "You know, you could just play only the piano duet parts and leave the piano violin stuff to Ayumu."
Eyes frowned. In a frosty tone he remarked, "When my arms fall off then he can play my concerto."
Soon they left them at the Music Dome. They walked across the courtyard and past the ticket booths and onto the streets. London looked very romantic and elegant. There was just something to seeing the intricately designed towers and old buildings down to the cobblestones.
The sky made sure it was romantic as well. It was a pale orange with streaks of pink and purple. Hizumi stretched out his hand up to the sky. Ayumu followed it as his thoughtful brown eyes gazed upwards.
"What're you doing Hizumi?"
He saw a gleeful smile pull the corners on Hizumi's lips. Hizumi kept facing the sky and said excitedly, "Duh! I'm posing for a picture. I want you to take a pic of me. Make it so that it looks like I'm placing my hand on Big Ben!"
Oh brother. Ayumu fished out the camera in Hizumi's backpack. He brought his camera everywhere now that he traveled with Ayumu for his concerts. During the time he visited him at the hospital, Hizumi always challenged Ayumu to a game to make him play some of the sheet music he composed. He was always amazed when he saw the growing, neat little pile on Ayumu's side table.
One day, after Ayumu lost at a game of Scrabble (he really lost because Hizumi kept changing the rules), he handed over one of his compositions to Hizumi since that was the condition if he lost. Like a real friend, Hizumi saw that, "Music of My Heart" was a great piece of music and wanted to make sure the whole world knew it too.
Grudgingly, the young pianist handed it over. "Don't do anything STUPID with it Hizumi."
"Okay!"
So, without Ayumu's knowledge, he submitted it into several piano music composition contests! At first Hizumi was a little irritated that the judging wouldn't start until after a few more months. But they came and went.
Once again, they were playing Pokemon (the battle card game), but in Hizumi's hospital room. Of course, that meant the TV was on too.
Hizumi let his mint green hair grow a little long so he had it back in a low ponytail. He was sitting with his right leg up and his left leg stretched out on his bed. Ayumu sat cross-legged across him.
He quietly laid down his Charizard. He watched as Hizumi made a face of horror as if the red dragon could really jump up and Fire Spin him.
Oh damn! Ayumu evolved his stupid Charmeleon. Gah! I shouldn't have traded my fire stone cards...
"Ayu how could you-"
"Hey Hizumi, look at the TV," called Ayumu as he pointed at the monitor.
"Huh?" The two boys watched in surprise as a reporter talked about Ayumu, the younger brother of Kiyotaka Narumi, making a sudden entrance in the music world.
A quick picture of Ayumu flashed across the screen. Unfortunately, he was attired in his red pajamas with music notes on it.
It didn't take a genius to figure out Kiyotaka submitted it. On the screen, girls were blushing and saying they loved "Music of My Heart" and then the reporter said something about some pop singers vying for license to add their lyrics to it.
"AWESOME! Way to go Ayumu!" cried Hizumi loudly in Ayumu's ear.
Ayumu massaged his ear as his eyes went slowly from wide-eyed and awed to narrowed and agitated. "I'm guessing this is your handiwork?"
"You got it!"
Ayumu K.O'd him. Then the rest as they known it spiraled forward;)
Luckily, I owe my success to him. Otherwise I wouldn't pay for these weird pictures of his, thought Ayumu as he shook his head exasperatedly at his best-friend-apparently-for-life. He moved about 10 feet back so that in the picture, it would look as if Hizumi was patting the top of the Big Ben clock tower.
"Say 'what'."
"What?"
*Flash!*
"Hey! I wasn't ready yet! Let me look at it," whined Hizumi. He raced forward towards Ayumu and looked at the LCD screen. Much to his dismay and to Ayumu's amusement, Hizumi looked as if he were resting his hand on the second hand of the clock with a look of wonder on his face.
He took the camera away from Ayumu who just laughed. "Aww, I hate you Ayu! I was supposed to look cool! COOL!"
And Little Narumi could only retort, "Act your age. Not your brain size."
It only took a second until Hizumi began chasing Ayumu across the street, right onto a double-decker bus.
EXTRA: Hurray! A fic with Hizumi (and Sayoko) in itXD Music Dome is a place made up by moi. I've never heard of anyone doing what Hizumi did with Big Ben but it's something I wanted to try on my own. Isn't it funny that Ayumu played a Charizard? I think it would be the Pokemon he'd choose in the game too;) Please review!