The piano teacher
Disclaimer: don't own Yu gi oh or any of the characters cept the ones I made up.
Hands traveled across the piano, moving gracefully from key to key. Not a note was missed and the music was played with a passion that perhaps not even the writer could have mastered. This song meant so much to the youthful artist. His life could be heard in the rising and falling of the dramatic pieces he played. They were new, controversial throughout Europe. The composer was called Beethoven, the strength and passion of the music frightened many traditionalists but excited the young pianist.
The year was 1806 in Paris, France. Paris was a thriving metropolis, containing some of the most beautiful architecture the world had to offer. Brilliant displays of painting, dancing, music, and any other form of art could be seen through out the city. Gardens flourished, trees and flowers accenting the tall buildings surrounding open squares with fountains in the center. The people were sophisticated and dressed in only the finest clothes and fabrics. Men and women enjoyed a flamboyant lifestyle that couldn't be experienced anywhere else in the world.
The audience applauded the boy's superb performance, some even rising from their seats. The boy arose from the piano bench and took a boy before silently taking his leave to the left of the heightened stage. It was a beautiful auditorium, with tall windows lining the walls. The seats were cushioned with silk and the floors carpeted blood red. Tapestries and paintings adorned the walls but the stage was simple. The simplicity surrounded by opulence seemed to attract attention to that center of the room. Hard wood flooring with deep burgundy walls set against a black piano. A clear vase sits of red roses sits upon the piano.
The boy was the son of the rich building's owner, but when his parents died two years ago, the building passed into his possession. Seto Van Buron was among France's aristocracy. He had one younger brother, his only blood relation, Mokuba. Their town house was far too large for two people, they had moved shortly following their parent's death. Seto and Mokuba rarely saw each other, except at dinner and on the Sabbath. Seto had buried himself in his piano compositions and teachings since the deaths, while Mokuba spent the majority of his time attending a prestigious catholic academy along with the children of most of France's aristocracy. Seto had hired others to take care of his house and business which left him with the passion he would finally be able to pursue- the piano.
This had been Seto's first concert performance and was by all means a success. It would appear that perhaps Seto could have a career in music despite his late fathers disagreement.
"Ah! Mr. Van Buron, that was a fantastic performance! And you say you taught yourself?"
"Well, yes I did. Please, remind me, who are you?"
"Oh, I apologize for my haste! I am Thomas Monroe and this is my wife, Anne."
Anne held her hand out in a gesture of greeting. Seto, in turn, brought her limp hand to his mouth, softly kissing it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Van Buron. Please, allow me to introduce our daughter, Sophie."
Sophie came forward from the crowd, brown curls plastered to her pale skin, eyes shining behind the long bangs. Her large nose resembled her mother and ruined what might have been a beautiful physique.
Yet another family attempting to marry their daughter to the handsome pianist. Seto hated these sorts of meetings.
AN: please review! I'm just testing this idea out, depending on how you guys like it, it might or might not become a story! But if it does, it will be yaoi!
Disclaimer: don't own Yu gi oh or any of the characters cept the ones I made up.
Hands traveled across the piano, moving gracefully from key to key. Not a note was missed and the music was played with a passion that perhaps not even the writer could have mastered. This song meant so much to the youthful artist. His life could be heard in the rising and falling of the dramatic pieces he played. They were new, controversial throughout Europe. The composer was called Beethoven, the strength and passion of the music frightened many traditionalists but excited the young pianist.
The year was 1806 in Paris, France. Paris was a thriving metropolis, containing some of the most beautiful architecture the world had to offer. Brilliant displays of painting, dancing, music, and any other form of art could be seen through out the city. Gardens flourished, trees and flowers accenting the tall buildings surrounding open squares with fountains in the center. The people were sophisticated and dressed in only the finest clothes and fabrics. Men and women enjoyed a flamboyant lifestyle that couldn't be experienced anywhere else in the world.
The audience applauded the boy's superb performance, some even rising from their seats. The boy arose from the piano bench and took a boy before silently taking his leave to the left of the heightened stage. It was a beautiful auditorium, with tall windows lining the walls. The seats were cushioned with silk and the floors carpeted blood red. Tapestries and paintings adorned the walls but the stage was simple. The simplicity surrounded by opulence seemed to attract attention to that center of the room. Hard wood flooring with deep burgundy walls set against a black piano. A clear vase sits of red roses sits upon the piano.
The boy was the son of the rich building's owner, but when his parents died two years ago, the building passed into his possession. Seto Van Buron was among France's aristocracy. He had one younger brother, his only blood relation, Mokuba. Their town house was far too large for two people, they had moved shortly following their parent's death. Seto and Mokuba rarely saw each other, except at dinner and on the Sabbath. Seto had buried himself in his piano compositions and teachings since the deaths, while Mokuba spent the majority of his time attending a prestigious catholic academy along with the children of most of France's aristocracy. Seto had hired others to take care of his house and business which left him with the passion he would finally be able to pursue- the piano.
This had been Seto's first concert performance and was by all means a success. It would appear that perhaps Seto could have a career in music despite his late fathers disagreement.
"Ah! Mr. Van Buron, that was a fantastic performance! And you say you taught yourself?"
"Well, yes I did. Please, remind me, who are you?"
"Oh, I apologize for my haste! I am Thomas Monroe and this is my wife, Anne."
Anne held her hand out in a gesture of greeting. Seto, in turn, brought her limp hand to his mouth, softly kissing it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Van Buron. Please, allow me to introduce our daughter, Sophie."
Sophie came forward from the crowd, brown curls plastered to her pale skin, eyes shining behind the long bangs. Her large nose resembled her mother and ruined what might have been a beautiful physique.
Yet another family attempting to marry their daughter to the handsome pianist. Seto hated these sorts of meetings.
AN: please review! I'm just testing this idea out, depending on how you guys like it, it might or might not become a story! But if it does, it will be yaoi!
