Chapter 1: Prologue

A/N: Hi! I'll be giving my best shot at a MCL fic... we'll see how it turns out ^_^

Inspiration from the anime 'Your Lie in April'

If anyone reading this has any opinion on the pairing please, please, please let me know!

Enjoy! First real chapter will be out hopefully tomorrow.

Prologue


I puffed on my melodica, my fingers hitting the keys in the final line of the Bach Violin Concerto for two violins. Sure, a melodica wasn't a violin, but that piece was one of my favorites to play with Mother. Mother was a violinist, an amazing one. Playing duets with her were the best! Even if I got lost or messed up, she would never be upset, (I don't think I EVER saw her get upset) just remained a constant force for me to follow, latch on too. Whether I played melodica or piano.

I was mainly a pianist. Some even called me a prodigy, but ever since my parents bought a melodica for my birthday, new possibilities opened. We would busk on the streets, the melodica and the violin. We would watch the people go by while we played, saw them smile, saw the children stare. My favorites were the fiddle tunes! While Mother played alone I got random strangers to dance on the plaza! It was wonderful to see how happy it made people. I loved making people happy.

Father smiled back then too. He was a math professor at the local college. We were a happy family.

But everything changed the summer after sophomore year.

Mother... passed away.

Everyone had been sad, the world had lost a beautiful person. However,

the person who was worst off was Father. He was crushed. He had lost the love of his life.

But even though I saw his grief, I don't think I will ever forgive him for what he did next.

He tried to erase Mother.

He burned her pictures, gave away her clothes and jewelry, we moved to a new neighborhood. He sold her violin, my piano. He refused to listen to music.

I had to beg him not to take my melodica, and even then, he told me he'd burn it if he ever saw it.

We moved in with Aunt Suki, Mother's sister. Father became a drunkard. Everything was changing so fast... I could barely keep up.

I wanted to play piano. I wanted to play with Mother.

But since there was no Mother and no piano, I played melodica. Alone.

Tomorrow I would start at my new high school, Sweet Amoris. I had always been homeschooled by Mother and Father, so I had no idea what to expect.

I packed up my melodica. Currently I was in an empty classroom at the local college. I didn't ever try to practice at home, I refused to risk it.

As I walked home, I listened to the sounds of the night, my waist length, dirty blonde hair floated gently in the slight breeze. The sounds of cars, and bugs filled the night air.

No music though. I wish there were some street musicians.

Reaching Aunt Suki's home, I opened the front door with my private key. It was about 8:30 at night, so I headed upstairs to read. No point staying downstairs, Aunt Suki probably just left for the night shift and Father was probably passed out drunk on the couch.

Reaching my room, I sat on the bed facing the mirror on the wall. Dull grey eyes stared back at me. I pulled out my wallet. I kept my only picture of Mother here. I had just barely managed to save it from the fire. It shows her playing violin, her wavy black hair framing her face. She was beautiful. I've always felt I inherited far too much of my appearance from Father. But I did have Mother's hands. Long and slender fingers with slight calluses on the fingertips.

I pulled out a random book from the shelf. 'The Count of Monte Cristo.' I loved this book, it told the tale of grand revenge. Although I wasn't one for revenge myself, I found it to be a nice reminder of why not to do it. After all, you could hardly say it had a happy ending for the Count.

As I read, I felt myself drifting off. I put the massive book back on the shelve, and tucked in for the night, awaiting the journey that was sure to start the next day.

A/N: And tada! Hope you'll stick around for actual plot =D Until tomorrow,

~Satsuki