He couldn't help but be drawn to the scene on the roof. The boy had gotten annoyed with noise in the classroom, like a cacophony of music in a room full of different tunes. However, there was a beautiful silence up on the roof. Although, it wasn't really as quiet as he hoped. The whistles of the wind could easily be ignored, and so could the rustling noise of leaves. However, the loud blaring sound from Hibari would be impossible to dismiss. He couldn't help but cringe
Anyone looking at the scene in front of him would disagree, after all, the disciplinary member was sleeping silently. It wasn't like Ryuichi had extremely sensitive ears. That wasn't the reason for the blaring horn in his ear. No, it was the mere presence of the such a destructive person. After all, Hibari was very much like a trombone player. Destructive, if not controlled.
Ryuichi twitched. No, controlled wasn't the right word. A sound so bold wasn't meant to be controlled. Instead, it should learn how to play with others.
Such an instrument could easily take over an entire bands' sound. They had a strong and beautiful sound, but without a good conductor, they had no way to contain such a sound other than their own ears.
Everyone would describe Hibari Kyoya as almost perfect. Too strong for his age, too silent for such a destructive person, and way too smart for someone that would attack on a drop of a dime. However, as Ryuichi watched the boys chest rise and fall, he couldn't help but scrunch his nose in disgust. Such talent for someone who couldn't hone it at all.
After all, trombone plays were known for solos in field shows, with beautiful and soft melodies, that managed to cut through all the other band members while blending in perfectly. Although Ryuichicouldn't find any of these subtle qualities in sleeping middle schooler, and yet he couldn't think of any other instrument that represented him quite so well. Hibari could never fall in line with any people, there was no way he could with how he was now. Ryuichi turned back toward the door and slinked back to the classroom he really didn't want to return to.
He sat in his seat in the middle of the rest of the desks. In the time that he was gone, a lot of the students that had been there had left to do something elsewhere. Though, there were still plenty people to create a racket.
Ryuichi was known for comparing everything to music, truly it was a bad habit, but it was just too easy. For example, as he looked at the others around him, he saw three students in the back of the class. He couldn't help but compare them to a saxophone trio. The smallest one trilled a soprano laugh that was accompanied by the alto's yell and the tenor's growl. The sound didn't sound pleasing to the ears, because of the lack of a conductor. Someone who controls what is going, the tempo, the volume.
He sighed.
Maybe in some distant future, his classmates would find how to keep a tune.
After class Ryuichi was walking home, listening to a recorded version of one of the songs he was learning for violin. He lifted his hands to mock-conduct the music. He stretched his arms at the crescendo, and then pulled his hands closer together at the diminuendo. His mouth twitched down in annoyance when the movement felt wrong.
Ryuichi was no conductor. It might have been his dream, but he was no leader, he had no talent for it. So instead he beat it into himself and practiced for hours. He even played many instruments, from brass to string, hoping that if he knew every instrument inside and out he would know better how to make the sound been better. His thoughts were cut off by the music playing louder than the music coming from the earbuds he had in his ears.
It wasn't the best sound, but it was an improvement to what he hears in his everyday classes. A gentle flute melody, along with a countermelody of piano that seemed to have the habit of playing much too loud. Pulling the earbuds out of his ears he listened before turning around to see who it was coming from.
Ah. Those two. Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi.
The two were notorious at his school. The bad boy with mixed Italian blood, and the famous baseball player. He cringed as the piano blared, probably hurting the strings inside. It needed to be tuned better. Gokudera was yelling at the baseball player, but the only response he got was a melodic whistling laugh.
Ryuichi glanced at the half Italian fingers before giving a soft smile. A true pianist's finger. Long and slender, able to reach to keys far away from each other.
The sound coming from the two was unrefined. Although the two managed to play a duet, it was missing what everyone else was. The conductor. He sighed right about to stop listening before he heard another yell. One that came from neither the pianist or the flutist. He tried to assign an instrument to it but surprisingly was unable to. Intrigued, he turned to see who it came from.
Sawada Tsunayoshi.
To his amazement, he listened to the tune of Gokudera and Yamamoto change. A melodic rush of note exploded from the two, and Ryuichi was stunned to silence.
Tsunayoshi's hands brought themselves into closer to each other in an attempt to quiet the others. Maybe it was out of embarrassment of how loud the other two were, but all Ryuichi could see was the brunet standing on a lit stage with a baton resting gently in his hands bringing the two players on stage into a diminuendo.
However, the image was quickly torn from his mind as a small infant came rushing in and trumpeted something horrendous making him cringe, only making it worse when the duet was cut off and changed into a riot of sounds.
Ryuichi walked off unsatisfied with the outcome.
But for a second he saw it. A conductor. A leader.
