A/N: I don't own Uraboku, it's characters or any songs mentioned or used in this fanfic.
It was a normal school day when Shusei received an assignment in his music class that threw him. The teacher had been talking about nothing but the upcoming recital that they were putting on recently.
"Alright class, we want to do something a little different this year. I know that we have been preparing for the recital, but you final assignment for the year, which will count as your final exam, is to write and perform an original composition. This should have music and lyrics. You can work with your class mates or alone. If you choose to work in a group you must write-up a distribution of work so that I know who was responsible for which part. If there are any questions please let me know?"
After the assignment was given, the teacher went back to her office and the student all started discussing who to work with and what they would do. Shusei on the other hand decided he did not want to work with anyone.
I should be able to come up with something. I really don't want to rely on others for my grade. I will talk to the teacher and see if she has any ideas.
"Excuse me Sensei, I plan to work alone, can you give me an idea of where to start?"
"I assumed you would work alone Usui-kun, you always do. I want you to really push yourself this time though. I think the best place to start would be to decide what you want your song to say and who you want to write it for and about. It can be about you, a friend, family, or lover. Then write from the heart everything else should fall into place. If you need any more advice come to me."
"Ok" Shusei left the music department thinking about what he was going to write. He couldn't think of anything or anyone really other than Hotsuma, but that was because they were always together, right?
Shusei slowly made his way back to the Twilight mansion and went straight to his room. He needed to really think about this. Music class was really the only class he liked. He did well in school, but it was natural for him, but playing the piano made him feel like his problems melted away.
After thinking for a while and coming up with nothing he decided he needed some inspiration. He crept quietly to the other side of the mansion to a giant room that was completely dark. He went in and locked the door behind him. None of the other Zweilt came to this side of the mansion much so Shusei had it to himself most of the time so that he could relax and play. The others also didn't know what kind of talent the brunette had as the room was sound proofed.
As Shusei sat at the piano in the center of the room, he absent-mindedly started to play Moonlight Sonata. He let his mind drift as his fingers expertly maneuvered through the first movement. This movement always made him think of when he and Hotsuma were younger and they would hide away together from their problems. He never felt more loved than when he and his best friend were together. The fiery blond always found a bright side to things back then. He could clearly remember the amazing smile his partner would display when he would look out into the night sky.
When he reached the second movement it was very light-hearted and he thought of Hotsuma know. Now that Yuki had helped him to overcome some of his issues he seemed to tease and play more with Shusei. His mind wandered further as he continued playing.
The third movement always caught him, it was fierce and chaotic and it always reminded him of heartbreak and fear. Shusei's fingers flowed through the notes as his mind drifted back to the day he saved Hotsuma. The fear and heartbreak that came when he saw his best friend and the person he loved most in the world trying to leave him. He hated that Hotsuma had that much pain in him and that he didn't belong in this world.
By the end of the sonata Shusei had tears running down his face. He knew what he wanted to say in his final piece. He was glad that this was just a school project and that none of the other residents of the twilight mansion would hear his words or composition.