Hi! Yellow-rose here! I'm a big MayxDrew fan so I decided to post this. It's been dancing around in my mind for about a month so please enjoy!
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Chapter 1 ~ PRIMO PASSO
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.
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Small fingers danced gracefully along the ebony and ivory piano keys. The audience was mesmerized by the marvelous sound produced by her fingers. Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal sapphire orbs hidden behind a beautiful crimson mask. It had rubies outlining it and it had two red-orange feathers on either side. It matched the beautiful knee-length red dress and red shoes the little girl was wearing. Her dress had a white sash around the mid-section and she had a white choker. Her coffee-colored hair was straight and it brushed her small shoulders.
Not long after her playing started, the sound of a beautifully played violin joined her soft melody, producing a sound that the heavens would weep for. Adjacent to the grand piano was a boy of five, the same age as the little girl. He was wearing a black suit with a matching tie. His stance was impressive. His emerald eyes were hidden behind a plain green mask with silver linings. His hair was a beautiful shade of green.
The crowed was awed at the beautiful harmony created by the two talented children. And just like a beautiful dream, the music ended. Both children presented themselves in front of the crowd and bowed in sync.
Everything was silent, and then, the crowd burst into applause.
"Once again, Schubert's Ave Maria played by The Red Phoenix and the Green Masquerain."
And like a child's fleeting memory, the image changed in a swirl of colors. The same musicians stood on a stage yet there was a difference. First, the crowd was considerably larger in number. Second, the once child musicians have grown.
The girl stood at a height of approximately 5'2". She was around sixteen years old. Her eyes shone beautifully with the content of a perfectly executed piece. He figure was accentuated by a beautiful red silk dress that flowed from her waist below. It was complimented by a white satin bolero and her coffee-brown hair was up in curls. Her mask obscured the top half of her face, only revealing her full pink lips pulled in a breath-taking smile.
"And that was Chopin's Fantasie Impromptu by The Red Phoenix."
The boy on the other hand stood at least a head taller than her. He was wearing a formal black suit and tie with a red rose pinned on the left side of his jacket. His green hair was neatly combed and his eyes glowed with the same light as the girl's. He traded his green mask for a plain black one with silver linings. A smirk was plastered on his lips.
He confidently walked up the stage but before doing so, he handed Phoenix a red rose.
"An ok performance, considering…" started the Masquerain.
Phoenix glared at him and retorted hotly "I don't need your comments." Masquerain's smirk grew.
"It's for the effort." And he left smirking. Phoenix glared at the rose in her hand.
And again, the images altered showing a younger version of both teens. "A rose for the effort." That was also what he said then and it made her blood boil.
'How arrogant.' It was what she thought then and now. It was what she thought every time he presented her with a red rose.
Now, Masquerain was on stage and he raised his violin to his chin, ready to start. He played with such precision that you couldn't help but be amazed. Every movement of his bow, every sound from the strings, so accurate, so enchanting.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Polonaise Brillante No.1, Op.4 by Henryk Wieniawski played by The Green Masquerain."
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Sorry if there are any errors. I'm actually typing this during a black out. Is it, good, bad, ok, great, terrible, or horrible? Please let me know through your reviews.