Midou Ban sat on the roof of a skyscrape playing the violin.
As he paused for a moment, he heard footsteps, and Akabane Kurodou sat down next to him, pulling up one of his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around it, the other leg dangeling over the roofs edge.
Ban scowled at the blackhaired transporter.
"What the hell are you here for"
"Just followed the beautiful music." came the calm reply.
"Was that sarcasm?" Ban looked irretated at the slightly shorter man.
"None whatsoever. Music is a very serious matter, after all"
"Huh? Now you're not making any sense, Jakal"
"So you don't think so"
"Well, yeah I do, but why're you talking about that"
"Well I don't know... But that song brought back some memories"
"Unwanted ones"
"Yes. Unfortunatly." The blackhaired male closed his eyes, letting the sunset kiss his pale skin.
Ban couldn't help but to be entraced by those long, black eyelashes, so at contrast with the ghostly white skin.
'Ghostly..' Ban thought. Didn't the transporter look paler than usual?
"Would you mind playing a song for me?" Akabane asked, tilting his head to the side.
'Clearly, there is things on his mind he don't want to think about.' Ban thought.
So he simply stood up, putting the smooth wooden violin under his chin, and played.
OWARI