I have just finished playing Eternal Sonata and absolutely loved it. Am playing encore mode now. Bloody difficult!

I was struck with inspiration to writed a JazzxFrederic few chapter fic! I have been reading other fics and looking at loads of JxF arts on DA and I just started typing!

There's no real huge plot but the two of them will end up together.

Basically it all centres around the marriage of Crescendo and Serenade and as of yet, I have no idea where I am gonna take this but, I have a few ideas!

Warnings - slight swearing/slight hentai/yaoi

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Chapter 1

Baroque, easily one of the most beautiful cities that had graced the face of the planet. Glistening snow and ice shimmered against the dusky sky as throngs of people busied about finishing their long days.

However, the frozen male entering the city from the south didn't give a damn about the 'serenity', 'elegance' and 'beauty' of the city presented to him. His fingers and toes were numb with the cold. His nose, pink and tender. His cheeks red with freezer burn. His hair dishevelled and falling from its usual low pony tail. Indeed, he didn't look like the war hero of Andantino….he looked more like a penniless bum with his ill-suiting clothes for the weather and the two day growth adorning his chin.

Entering a near by café, Jazz detached the massive sword from the straps on his back, letting it clunk loudly onto the floor as he himself dropped ungracefully into a chair by the scorching coal fire. Warming his hands until he could feel them again, Jazz finally pulled the leather tie from his long hair, fixed it slightly and tied it back again. Growling at the growth on his chin, Jazz glared into the dancing flames, he didn't even notice a young woman approaching him offering him a hot drink. Not needing or wanting anything, he dismissed her with a curt shake of his head.

Damn that Crescendo, having to get married in the throws of the harshest winter this damn country had seen. Andantino and lake reverb were still rather warm but Baroque? He really needed a nice warm wardrobe for this weather. However, there was one light that he could still see despite the general shittyness of his journey here. He would be able to see Frederic again. He hadn't seen the midnight haired composer in little over a year. It had been three years since Frederic, wholeheartedly believing he was a ghost wandering around a dream world tried and failed to defeat them in battle after toppling Waltz from his throne. All of the motley group, on welcoming a crippled with guilt and regret Frederic into their circle again, began to go on about their lives as was before the whole Waltz situation started.

Polka, Allegretto and Beat had went back to Tenuto and Ritardando. Jazz had heard that the young couple were also considering marriage. Himself, Falsetto and the newly revived Claves had ventured back to Andantino to ready everyone to help Crescendo and Serenade pull forte and Baroque out of their financial and war like slumps. He and Claves had tried to rekindle their relationship but, for some reason, all of the previous dynamics to the relationship had withered and died. Claves left Andantino shortly after, although, the two of them had stayed good friends. Viola had went back to Chorus plains to tend to her farm and goats. She was stunned when the rose haired Claves appeared at her door wishing a place to stay and to lend her help to the young goat herder. Viola accepted and the two of them began a small business, transporting milk, meats and furs to Forte and Ritardando. March and Salsa too had returned to their home in Agogo Forest, since the mining in Mount Rock had ended, Jazz had heard that the forest was growing and thriving once again. The twins were doing exceptionally well in raising more and more glowing Agogo's without the aid of Polka's powerful Astra. That left Frederic. After his body in his own world passed on, the body in this world should have followed, however, he stayed on living even thought he said he felt his soul pass to the other side. He didn't fade, lose his magic or any of his powers, if anything he seemed stronger than he had been before. With no place to call home, Jazz offered to bring Frederic back to start afresh in the welcoming underground city of Andante. However, the composer declined the offer, preferring to stay alone in a small house in the outskirts of Baroque. He seemed to love living in the city and said that it greatly inspired his music. From what Jazz had heard last they met was that Frederic was making generous money playing in the local tavern when he was bored and more importantly, playing for King Crescendo's courts on a very regular basis. He was indeed happy for one of his best friends who had come from a world that none of them had ever heard of.

Having finally warmed up, Jazz decided to brave the elements once again but not before 'borrowing' someone's coat off of the coat stand near the door to the café. Stealing into the deep red sunset, Jazz headed for Baroque Castle. He knew Crescendo would be waiting on not only Jazz but the rest of their group. The wedding was in two days and the King had gave them a weeks all expenses stay in the city. They were not staying in the castle though, each had a small holiday villa waiting just for them.

True enough, as Jazz reached the top of the steps to the castle, Crescendo and Serenade were standing in the forecourt playing with minuet who kept vanishing into the snow drifts around the castle.

"Ah, Jazz, finally you have arrived! We have been waiting for what feels like a lifetime on you!" Crescendo called to the raven haired male.

"You have no idea how snowy and icy the cliffs were in trying to get here! Damn warp points have broken again Crescendo."

"They are repaired now…."

"Typical, they get fixed the minute I freeze my way into the city." Jazz grumbled under his breath.

The two finally embraced as if they had not seen each other in years. Serenade came over and she too embraced Jazz.

"We have missed you Jazz. How are things in Andante?"

"Good, various members have finally left to make new lives elsewhere, seeing that they can live without the fear of being captured by Waltz and his men."

"That is good. Say, we have a favour we wish to ask of you Jazz."

Jazz said nothing but nodded his head to the young Queen. She glanced uncertainly at Crescendo before she addressed Jazz again.

"You see it's Frederic…."

Jazz immediately perked up with concern. Her tone was very quiet. Her eyes downcast.

"….we asked him to perform for our ceremony and of course throughout the reception. We asked him to play a few of his older pieces but he insisted on writing something new. That was two weeks ago….we haven't seen him since. He hasn't even been out in the city and he will not answer his door. I fear that he may be ill. When we asked him, he was looking rather frail. As is he was not eating or resting."

Jazz said nothing more but spun on his heel and charged down that stairs towards the outskirts of the town.

In less than 5minutes, Jazz shoved the gate to Frederic's garden open and shot up to the front door. Knocking loudly twice, Jazz waited very impatiently.

"Chopin? Open up!"

Nothing. He couldn't hear a thing. Trying the handle, Jazz found that the door was locked. Stepping back a few paces, he braced himself and threw his weight against the heavy wooden door. It creaked under his weight and finally gave in, lock snapping off and sinking into the snow.

The house was dark, slightly dusty and looking un-lived in. Jazz looked around the bottom floor which consisted of what would normally be a cozy sitting room complete with coal fire, masses of books on large book shelves and a comfy couch. He peered into the kitchen, it too was vacant. Taking the stairs two at a time, Jazz searched the two bedrooms and the small bathroom to find no sign of Frederic. Scratching his head in irritation, Jazz halted his steps as he heard the faint but unmistakable sound of piano keys coming from….above him?

Heading back into the main bedroom, Jazz found a hatch in the ceiling that obviously lead up into an attic of sorts, pulling the hatch open, Jazz pulled down a set of ladders attached to the hatch and hauled himself into the attic.

He only took a few steps when he caught sight of Frederic sitting hunched over his piano, fingers furiously tapping at piano keys. He didn't seem to notice his guest standing but ten paces away from him. If he did notice, clearly he didn't care.

Jazz took in the dishevelled hair, lacking it's usual lustre and shine, the topless composer looked very gaunt, as is he had not eaten in weeks. His deep blue trousers were all too loose around his waist. All around him, crumpled score pieces littered the floor along with a feathered quill and a spilled ink pot. Still those magical fingers ghosted over the keys. Now, Jazz was no lover of music, he couldn't make heads nor tails of it at the best of times but this? Whatever it was that Frederic was playing almost made Jazz want to close his eyes and smile.

"Sit down. Don't say anything." Came the hoarse but deep voice from the hunched over composer.

Jazz almost said something but remembered Frederic telling him once that he needed utter peace and silence for his musically ran brain to work properly. Closing his agape mouth, Jazz glanced round for a place to rest, his gaze fell on a small moth-eaten couch resting a few feet from Frederic. Once again, he unstrapped the sword from his back and placed it gently against the wall before he sank thankfully into the unusually comfortable couch.

"I'm almost done."

Jazz said nothing as Frederic talked feverishly to himself. He stole a look at the sheet music that Frederic had been writing on. He couldn't make out a bit of it. He watched as Frederic stopped playing briefly, leaned down to pick up the discarded quill and rapidly scribbled a few more bars of notes before his fingers took to the keys again. Leaning back, he took in more of Frederic's malnourished body. His face was pasty and shining with grease and sweat, his lips dry and chapped, black circles under his eyes almost touched his cheekbones, usually deep royal blue eyes looked more dank and grey than anything. His already slim but toned arms were just skin now, his stomach seemed almost bi-concave in shape.

However, despite the composers obvious suffering, he continued his masterpiece.

Letting his eyes slide shut, Jazz slowly fell into a soft sleep, only wakening when he heard the almost frantic shout of, "It's finished!"

Leaning forwards, resting his elbows on his knees, Jazz finally greeted Frederic. Said male looked over at him with a tired but exalted expression on his face.

"Finally, I have been working on these pieces for just over a fortnight. I cannot believe that I have finally finished them. The piece for the first dance turned out to be the bigger battle than I thought it would."

"Crescendo and Serenade were worried about you. Why didn't you let them know you were alright?"

"I told you before that I do not like to be disturbed when I am at work….your presence didn't seem to bother me too much though."

"Hmpf, glad I wasn't too much of a hindrance then Chopin."

Jazz feigned a bad mood as he fell back into the comfort of the couch, listening as Frederic sighed slightly before gathering his scores and binding them together.

Still in his funk, Jazz, without opening his eyes finally spoke up, "No offence Fred, but you look like the back end of a dead Bloody Onion. When was the last time you bathed? Ate? Slept? Moved away from that piano?"

Stifling an exhausted yawn, Frederic grimaced at the butchering of his name.

"Once I start, I cannot bring myself to stop, you see, I play what is in my heart and what I am feeling at that moment. If I so as much stop to rest, even for a moment, I can lose what I have been…"

The sound of Frederic's head thumping off the piano keys made Jazz bolt upright from his relaxed position.

"Yeh, I can see that, great tune you just made there."

Jazz sighed out loud as he moved to pick Frederic up.

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I know it's not the most exciting start but, once I stared typing, I couldn't stop. I get the feeling that Frederic, once he starts playing, cannot stop wither, especially when feeling inspired!

I had a small giggle when I imaginged our lovable Fred smacking his head off the keys in exhaustion!

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