Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP, a group of extremely talented women who are, obviously, not me XD
Sakura-Angel: Okay, this is weird, the idea just hit me out of nowhere. Read on.
An amber eyed youth sat silently at a polished giant, tuned to perfection.
The baby grand sat in an empty, echoing concert hall on a bare stage at an angle, so that you could just make out the pianist's face as they played. Just as you could now.
His head hung forlornly as he stared at the keys, an alternating pattern of black and white. So two toned, much like his own life.
There were those happy moments that had seemed to be less bouyant and bright since he'd left Japan and returned home. Those moments that were constant and lingering when his ex-rival was around, that auburn haired, green eyed girl he'd grown attached to. Then there were the downright tough times, times like during training when he was younger and he was sure he'd drop dead if he pushed himself any harder. Times like... these. Times when he was away from the life he'd made in Japan, away from those wonderful people.
He closed his eyes slowly and his hands lifted so that they were hovering above the keys, poised and ready to play, but not quite certain what music they would produce.
The first note led him through.
It was a long song, one he'd unknowingly composed in his youth when he needed to get away from his strict mother and hyper sisters.
The music soulfully emanated from the casing of the instrument and he allowed himself a small smile, glad that he hadn't lost the hidden talent. His head moved slightly and the song came rushing back to him, and it hit him hard.
Traids, small trills, the slight pedalling that brought it all together, he'd almost forgot how much he loved playing this thing.
The tune was a sad one, and he found himself comparing it to the time before he left for Japan and his life was still dull routine.
He felt a tear escape his eye and it landed on a key, only to be wiped away a second later by his fingers, moving fast over the keys.
Hm, he'd sped the tempo up unconciously. The notes were now higher, tapped upon with the playful lightness of a child. His music was happier now. For what reason he couldn't tell.
The hall was suddenly not so empty anymore.
"What's that you're playing?"
His eyes flew open and his fingers weakened their resolve to keep on playing at the sound of the voice.
"It's amazing, whatever it is," footsteps echoed their way towards the stage.
He finished his song with a hurried flourish and spun around in his seat just in time to come face to face with...
"Hey," a glad pair of emerald eyes matched the friendly greeting.
His eyebrows came together in a relieved way and his arms were suddenly around her neck. His face was buried in her shoulder as he took in her familiar scent, even the smell of her made him glad and carefree. He smiled curiously at the reversal of usual roles. "You're here," he sighed into her shirt.
"Yup," She just ran her fingers through his hair and nodded. "I am."