The Violin
vi·o·lin [v? ? lín] (plural vi·o·lins) n a stringed instrument played with bow: a wooden musical instrument with four strings and an unfretted fingerboard, held under the player's chin and played with a bow. The violin has the highest range in the family of stringed instruments to which it gives its name.
Late 16th century. From Italian violino , a diminutive of viola
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"Tomoyo-chan!! Sugoi!!" an auburn haired girl chirped as the last note faded.
Tomoyo just smiled and carefully placed her violin back in its case. "I'm glad you liked it, Sakura-chan."
"Of course! Simply brilliant as usual! This concert would be the best ever!" Sakura happily declared.
"That's what you always tell her every time!" Kero-chan countered.
"But it's true! Every concert Tomoyo-chan performs in, she gets better and better! Next time she'll be playing Grandeur!"
"Grandeur?! Since when did you learn to speak a French word?!" Kero-chan wondered mockingly.
"For your information I've been learning quite well! And I know more than a word!" Sakura happily boasted.
"Yeah, right, French. I wonder how you learn it. You're not even that good when it comes to your own language!" Kero said as he flew up in the air away from Sakura's punishing grasp.
"Kero-chan!! Get down here!" Sakura said jumping up and down in the air with her futile attempts to get her hand on Kero.
Tomoyo simply smiled in delight shaking her head delicately. She'd been used to this. Every time since she learned to play her violin, this has been a common scenario. Sakura and Kero would bicker endlessly, sending good natured insults against each other. They were so fond of it, but most of the time, Kero would go over board and hit Sakura 'below the belt' as she usually say it. Hitting below the belt of course means including Shaoran and Touya in the insults Kero throws at Sakura. But never did Tomoyo bothered or will bother to stop the two. They seem to be both enjoying every passing moment and besides, it's something to watch during the rainy seasons.
Tomoyo quietly stepped out of the music room and began her way to the kitchen. She was sure that both would be simply famished after they're battle. Reaching the kitchen, she open one cupboard and took out a pack of cookies; placing them in a plate while heating the kettle. Soon, the kitchen was filled with a loud shrilling noise. Tomoyo took the kettle of the stove and started preparing the tea as Sakura and Kero entered the kitchen, as if on cue.
"FOOD!!" Kero squealed, delighted at the sight of cookies.
"Greedy plushie!" Sakura said taking the opportunity to get back at Kero from their supposedly ended verbal battle.
"Food is healthy! And besides, everyone needs to eat in order to survive, right Tomoyo-chan?" the plushie said as he munched on a cookie, enjoying every bite.
"True, true." Tomoyo said, serving the tea.
"Hmph!" Sakura simply had nothing more to argue.
"Well if you don't agree, then that means I can eat your share!" Kero said grabbing Sakura's plate of cookies.
"NO!" Sakura yelped trying to protect her poor cookies from the greedy hands of the plushie.
"There now Kero-chan, don't be such a meanie. I'll give you more cookies." Tomoyo said reaching for the pack of cookies in the counter.
"Yay!! Cookies!!" said the plushie as he launched at the bag of cookies Tomoyo was holding.
Tomoyo didn't even have enough time to move. Kero was already in the bag, eating the cookies like there was no tomorrow.
"Greedy plushie." Sakura stated once again still shielding her cookies.
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"Simply brilliant, Tomoyo-san!" Fujitaka-senssi exclaimed, clapping his hands.
Tomoyo had been invited for dinner that night, and Sakura insisted that she brings her violin with her so that her entire family could marvel her greatness. And soon, the entire Kinomoto family was gathered around her in their living room, eager to hear her play.
"Ha! Told you so!" Sakura boasted happily.
"You play as well as you sing," Touya commented.
Tomoyo blushed in a reserved way, keeping her poise at the compliment. "Thank you," she said demurely.
"Well I suppose we can eat now," Fujitaka said standing up and heading to the kitchen.
"Yay! Food!!" Kero and Sakura exclaimed at the same time as they raced to the kitchen.
"You sing as well as you speak," Touya commented again. This time, he was closer to Tomoyo and they were alone in the family's living room. The kitchen seemed so far for Tomoyo.
"T-thank you," she said blushing a little darker this time. She was fighting hard to keep her poise and not freak out in front of Touya.
"I-"
"Yo! Tomoyo-chan! Let's eat!!" Kero called out from the kitchen. Tomoyo silently thank the heavens for that one. She quickly locked her violin in its case and rushed to the kitchen, practically running.
"Damn," Touya muttered to himself as he himself made his way to the kitchen. "At least she didn't really run," he commented again to himself, running a hand through his hair.
*******
"Thank you for having me over for dinner," Tomoyo bows infront of her host late that night. She and the Kinomoto family have finished dinner and chatted a little before she bid them her goodbye.
"It's always a pleasure to have you over, Tomoyo-san," Fujitaka-sensei said, smiling as usual.
"Well invite you again some time!!!" Kero-chan exclaimed over Kinomoto- sensie's shoulder.
"I'd be more than happy to come. But for now, I must go. It's getting really late," she said.
"Yes, be careful on your way!!" Sakura-chan exclaimed.
"I'll walk you home," Touya offered.
"No, it's ok. Really now, Touya-san, I'm not a kid anymore," she said light heartedly.
"It's not an offer," he said stubbornly making he's way beside her.
"But-"
"Let him, Tomoyo-san, I'll be more at ease. At least I know that something won't happen to you on your way home," Fujitaka-sensei agreed.
"Yeah, and besides, he's got nothing better to do here except to annoy me!" Sakura said disgustedly.
"If you say so," Tomoyo said, still reluctant.
"Let's go," Touya said, making his way in the dark streets.
"uhm," Tomoyo said, following closely behind him.
The night was cold. Bitter winds were making it's way to Tomoyo's delicate skin; to her fragile body. She wished she brought a jacket with her. If only she hadn't rushed out with Sakura earlier. Running a freezing hand to her freezing arm, Tomoyo held her precious Violin closer, almost hugging it. Then she felt something on her shoulders.
"You should have brought a jacket with you," Touya said. His own jacket on Tomoyo's shoulders.
"Thank you," she said, avoiding eye contact.
"You know how I fell Tomoyo," Touya began, determined to get an answer.
"You feel about what?" Tomoyo asked pretending to be innocent.
"Don't be coy. I know you know. You're not that dense," he said, his eyes searching Tomoyo's violet ones.
Oh yes. Of course she had known; ever since they had became closer. She had known how he felt towards her. She just didn't heed, not wanting to yield in his seduction. In his attempt to make her fall with him. Touya had fallen, but Tomoyo had fallen for someone else. And Touya didn't want to admit that. Tomoyo was the only girl he felt for. He didn't even felt anything like this for Kaho. It was only Tomoyo. However.
"I-I. Y-you know I have someone else," Tomoyo answered truthfully
"I know. Does he know?" Touya asked, smiling sadly at her.
"N-no. I suppose not," she answered painfully, smiling with equal sadness.
"Can't you fall with me?" he asked desperately.
"I-I really don't know. All I'm sure of is that I love him. And I hope that he'll fall with me," Tomoyo began sadly as a tear made it's way to her beautiful eyes.
"I see," Touya said sadly. He was sad. Sad not only because Tomoyo can't love him the way he loves her but also because they are in the same situation. At least, let him love her as much as I do. Touya thought silently.
"I-I'm sorry," Tomoyo said, wiping her tears.
"It's ok. I understand," he said pulling her closer.
The night was awfully cold. And it just became colder for the two people who were struggling to get by it. The wind was bitter. And it was making its way to their skin, their body, heart and soul.
Touya took a deep breath as they continued to walk in the coldness of the night. This is going to be such a long night.
******
Tomoyo lay awake in her bed, watching the ceiling. She didn't really know what's so special about the ceiling.
Maybe the way it stays there, minding its' own business. She thought mournfully.
It was already three in the morning but she hasn't slept a wink since she came home last night. Touya's voice still haunts her mind and heart. Can't she really love him? Can't she really fall with him? Why though? Shaking her head, she got up from her bed and made her way to the day ahead. After taking a bath she made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of chocolate.
Five o'clock, still early. She thought, carefully sipping her chocolate. Staring into empty space once again, questions came back persistently annoying her non-stop. She gave up trying to think up of other things which ended up on either Touya or Eriol. She placed her empty cup in the sink and made her way to the music room.
She opened the large doors and took her place in front of her violin. Holding it up below her chin, she began to play. Losing herself in the melody of the notes that her violin produced. Lost. Her thoughts, questions, everything left her. All that matter was the music she's creating and the beautiful voice of her violin echoing in the large empty room.
Author's Notes: The definition came from Microsoft® Encarta® Reference Library 2004. © 1993- 2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Don't sue. This is part one of three. Update as soon as I recieve reviews!!
vi·o·lin [v? ? lín] (plural vi·o·lins) n a stringed instrument played with bow: a wooden musical instrument with four strings and an unfretted fingerboard, held under the player's chin and played with a bow. The violin has the highest range in the family of stringed instruments to which it gives its name.
Late 16th century. From Italian violino , a diminutive of viola
*
"Tomoyo-chan!! Sugoi!!" an auburn haired girl chirped as the last note faded.
Tomoyo just smiled and carefully placed her violin back in its case. "I'm glad you liked it, Sakura-chan."
"Of course! Simply brilliant as usual! This concert would be the best ever!" Sakura happily declared.
"That's what you always tell her every time!" Kero-chan countered.
"But it's true! Every concert Tomoyo-chan performs in, she gets better and better! Next time she'll be playing Grandeur!"
"Grandeur?! Since when did you learn to speak a French word?!" Kero-chan wondered mockingly.
"For your information I've been learning quite well! And I know more than a word!" Sakura happily boasted.
"Yeah, right, French. I wonder how you learn it. You're not even that good when it comes to your own language!" Kero said as he flew up in the air away from Sakura's punishing grasp.
"Kero-chan!! Get down here!" Sakura said jumping up and down in the air with her futile attempts to get her hand on Kero.
Tomoyo simply smiled in delight shaking her head delicately. She'd been used to this. Every time since she learned to play her violin, this has been a common scenario. Sakura and Kero would bicker endlessly, sending good natured insults against each other. They were so fond of it, but most of the time, Kero would go over board and hit Sakura 'below the belt' as she usually say it. Hitting below the belt of course means including Shaoran and Touya in the insults Kero throws at Sakura. But never did Tomoyo bothered or will bother to stop the two. They seem to be both enjoying every passing moment and besides, it's something to watch during the rainy seasons.
Tomoyo quietly stepped out of the music room and began her way to the kitchen. She was sure that both would be simply famished after they're battle. Reaching the kitchen, she open one cupboard and took out a pack of cookies; placing them in a plate while heating the kettle. Soon, the kitchen was filled with a loud shrilling noise. Tomoyo took the kettle of the stove and started preparing the tea as Sakura and Kero entered the kitchen, as if on cue.
"FOOD!!" Kero squealed, delighted at the sight of cookies.
"Greedy plushie!" Sakura said taking the opportunity to get back at Kero from their supposedly ended verbal battle.
"Food is healthy! And besides, everyone needs to eat in order to survive, right Tomoyo-chan?" the plushie said as he munched on a cookie, enjoying every bite.
"True, true." Tomoyo said, serving the tea.
"Hmph!" Sakura simply had nothing more to argue.
"Well if you don't agree, then that means I can eat your share!" Kero said grabbing Sakura's plate of cookies.
"NO!" Sakura yelped trying to protect her poor cookies from the greedy hands of the plushie.
"There now Kero-chan, don't be such a meanie. I'll give you more cookies." Tomoyo said reaching for the pack of cookies in the counter.
"Yay!! Cookies!!" said the plushie as he launched at the bag of cookies Tomoyo was holding.
Tomoyo didn't even have enough time to move. Kero was already in the bag, eating the cookies like there was no tomorrow.
"Greedy plushie." Sakura stated once again still shielding her cookies.
*********
"Simply brilliant, Tomoyo-san!" Fujitaka-senssi exclaimed, clapping his hands.
Tomoyo had been invited for dinner that night, and Sakura insisted that she brings her violin with her so that her entire family could marvel her greatness. And soon, the entire Kinomoto family was gathered around her in their living room, eager to hear her play.
"Ha! Told you so!" Sakura boasted happily.
"You play as well as you sing," Touya commented.
Tomoyo blushed in a reserved way, keeping her poise at the compliment. "Thank you," she said demurely.
"Well I suppose we can eat now," Fujitaka said standing up and heading to the kitchen.
"Yay! Food!!" Kero and Sakura exclaimed at the same time as they raced to the kitchen.
"You sing as well as you speak," Touya commented again. This time, he was closer to Tomoyo and they were alone in the family's living room. The kitchen seemed so far for Tomoyo.
"T-thank you," she said blushing a little darker this time. She was fighting hard to keep her poise and not freak out in front of Touya.
"I-"
"Yo! Tomoyo-chan! Let's eat!!" Kero called out from the kitchen. Tomoyo silently thank the heavens for that one. She quickly locked her violin in its case and rushed to the kitchen, practically running.
"Damn," Touya muttered to himself as he himself made his way to the kitchen. "At least she didn't really run," he commented again to himself, running a hand through his hair.
*******
"Thank you for having me over for dinner," Tomoyo bows infront of her host late that night. She and the Kinomoto family have finished dinner and chatted a little before she bid them her goodbye.
"It's always a pleasure to have you over, Tomoyo-san," Fujitaka-sensei said, smiling as usual.
"Well invite you again some time!!!" Kero-chan exclaimed over Kinomoto- sensie's shoulder.
"I'd be more than happy to come. But for now, I must go. It's getting really late," she said.
"Yes, be careful on your way!!" Sakura-chan exclaimed.
"I'll walk you home," Touya offered.
"No, it's ok. Really now, Touya-san, I'm not a kid anymore," she said light heartedly.
"It's not an offer," he said stubbornly making he's way beside her.
"But-"
"Let him, Tomoyo-san, I'll be more at ease. At least I know that something won't happen to you on your way home," Fujitaka-sensei agreed.
"Yeah, and besides, he's got nothing better to do here except to annoy me!" Sakura said disgustedly.
"If you say so," Tomoyo said, still reluctant.
"Let's go," Touya said, making his way in the dark streets.
"uhm," Tomoyo said, following closely behind him.
The night was cold. Bitter winds were making it's way to Tomoyo's delicate skin; to her fragile body. She wished she brought a jacket with her. If only she hadn't rushed out with Sakura earlier. Running a freezing hand to her freezing arm, Tomoyo held her precious Violin closer, almost hugging it. Then she felt something on her shoulders.
"You should have brought a jacket with you," Touya said. His own jacket on Tomoyo's shoulders.
"Thank you," she said, avoiding eye contact.
"You know how I fell Tomoyo," Touya began, determined to get an answer.
"You feel about what?" Tomoyo asked pretending to be innocent.
"Don't be coy. I know you know. You're not that dense," he said, his eyes searching Tomoyo's violet ones.
Oh yes. Of course she had known; ever since they had became closer. She had known how he felt towards her. She just didn't heed, not wanting to yield in his seduction. In his attempt to make her fall with him. Touya had fallen, but Tomoyo had fallen for someone else. And Touya didn't want to admit that. Tomoyo was the only girl he felt for. He didn't even felt anything like this for Kaho. It was only Tomoyo. However.
"I-I. Y-you know I have someone else," Tomoyo answered truthfully
"I know. Does he know?" Touya asked, smiling sadly at her.
"N-no. I suppose not," she answered painfully, smiling with equal sadness.
"Can't you fall with me?" he asked desperately.
"I-I really don't know. All I'm sure of is that I love him. And I hope that he'll fall with me," Tomoyo began sadly as a tear made it's way to her beautiful eyes.
"I see," Touya said sadly. He was sad. Sad not only because Tomoyo can't love him the way he loves her but also because they are in the same situation. At least, let him love her as much as I do. Touya thought silently.
"I-I'm sorry," Tomoyo said, wiping her tears.
"It's ok. I understand," he said pulling her closer.
The night was awfully cold. And it just became colder for the two people who were struggling to get by it. The wind was bitter. And it was making its way to their skin, their body, heart and soul.
Touya took a deep breath as they continued to walk in the coldness of the night. This is going to be such a long night.
******
Tomoyo lay awake in her bed, watching the ceiling. She didn't really know what's so special about the ceiling.
Maybe the way it stays there, minding its' own business. She thought mournfully.
It was already three in the morning but she hasn't slept a wink since she came home last night. Touya's voice still haunts her mind and heart. Can't she really love him? Can't she really fall with him? Why though? Shaking her head, she got up from her bed and made her way to the day ahead. After taking a bath she made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of chocolate.
Five o'clock, still early. She thought, carefully sipping her chocolate. Staring into empty space once again, questions came back persistently annoying her non-stop. She gave up trying to think up of other things which ended up on either Touya or Eriol. She placed her empty cup in the sink and made her way to the music room.
She opened the large doors and took her place in front of her violin. Holding it up below her chin, she began to play. Losing herself in the melody of the notes that her violin produced. Lost. Her thoughts, questions, everything left her. All that matter was the music she's creating and the beautiful voice of her violin echoing in the large empty room.
Author's Notes: The definition came from Microsoft® Encarta® Reference Library 2004. © 1993- 2003 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Don't sue. This is part one of three. Update as soon as I recieve reviews!!