Author's note: Hello, people of the interweb, Berry here~! This is my first fanfic, so I'm still working on my fanfiction-writing skills.(;^;) Please excuse my continuous slight changes to the story, I'm still what you may refer to as a "newbie." Okay, thanks~!
It was late afternoon, and a certain genius was leaning against the doorway of the music room, smiling happily, waiting for the next piece to begin. Soon, the grand piano's soothing melody began gently floating into the air, echoing softly down the empty corridors of Seigaku.
Fuji listened intently, honey-brown eyes stared out the window at the sunset, admiring its beautiful variety of colors. He often wondered who was playing on the other side of the door. 'What was the person like? Was it someone he knew? A classmate, perhaps?'
The brunette had only dared to peek in the room once. The door had creaked slightly when he tried to quietly pry it open during one of the symphonies. He had hoped the music would cover it, but immediately, as if a hot knife had sliced through soft butter, the music stopped abruptly, and the room was filled with silence once again. After what seemed like eternity, the symphony resumed as if nothing had happened.
Ever since then, Syusuke decided against any other urges of curiosity, in fear of destroying his precious little haven.
The light harmony's soft caresses eventually became irresistible as his eyelids got heavier by the moment. Finally, the Syusuke's last wall of defense crumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
Silky raven hair swished around her waist as she stood up and gently closed the grand piano's lid. Gathering her things quietly, the girl stood up and walked over to the door.
Peering around the door crack, a ghost of a smile touched her lips at the familiar sight.
He had come again.
It had been a few weeks ago since she came back to Tokyo with her twin sister, Natsumi, and her adorable younger cousin, Sakuno. The brunette had gone back to her grandmother's house, while the sisters were still unpacking at their mother's house.
Fuyumi strode down the empty school hallway, heading to the office. The staff member said that registration was going to take a while, considering that her sister and she transferred schools in the middle of the semester, and from a boarding school no less, which made it difficult to adapt and fit in their schedules, and required her to make a few visits.
During these visits, she explored the school and found the music room. After asking the music teacher, she got permission to play the piano after school hours.
It was a week ago since she noticed a brown-haired boy sleeping outside the music room. At first, she was tempted to wake him up, but decided against it, for he appeared so peacefully asleep.
For some odd reason, Fuyumi often found people staring at her, particularly people of the opposite gender. It always confused Fuyumi when her friends called her "ice queen," although Natsumi preferred "dense baka."
Her thoughts was interrupted when she rounded the corner and finally reached her destination.
Taking a deep breath, Fuyumi slid open the door. She couldn't wait for this to be over.
Fuji woke up with a start as a particular red-haired acrobat of his tennis team began shaking his shoulders frantically.
"Oi, oi, Fujiko! Don't die, nya~!" Eiji cried out dramatically,"I knew it! Inui's newest drink was deadly afterall!"
Oishi, the mother hen of the team, quickly caught up and dragged the acrobat away from the genius.
"Eiji, don't shake him like that!" he scolded his partner.
"Saa, it's alright, Oishi."
The mother hen sighed, "Well, tennis practice is about to start. We better get going if we don't want to do extra laps."
Fuji quickly got up and joined the other two regulars on their way to the tennis courts.
'I accidentally fell asleep again,'the sapphire-eyed boy thought to himself,'Oh well, perhaps next time I'll be able to meet that person...'
Although he didn't want to ask, Oishi was curious.
'Why was Fuji sleeping there?'
He glanced over at the boy next to him.
"Is there something on my face?"
"Ah, nothing much. Just wondering why you were taking a nap in front of the music room."
"Yeah, are you tired or something, Fujiko-chan?" the redhead added, looking at him with concern.
"Saa, perhaps I am..." Fuji replied thoughtfully, as the group reached the courts.
Tezuka looked at them sharply.
"You're late. 20 laps!"
Eiji's eyes went wide, "Noooooo! I checked the library's clock when we left, and I was so sure that we wouldn't be late, nya~!"
His partner sweatdropped, "Eiji, the library's clock is broken. They said that on the annoucements this morning, weren't you listening?"
"Oishi and Eiji, 30 laps!"
"Hai, hai!" The two regulars immediately began running.
"Fujiko-chan, you could've at least warned us, nya!"
Fuji merely grinned, now on his fifth lap.
"Tadaima, Okaa-san."
Fuyumi entered the kitchen and began helping her mother prepare their dinner. Her mother looked up from her cutting board.
"Okaerinasai, Yumi," Satomi replied warmly,"Is the registration going well? Do you know when you and your sister will be able to start school?"
Fuyumi smiled slightly,"Hai, the staff said that we can begin next Monday, although they still require some additional paper work to be done, so I'll need to go there again tomorrow."
The older woman sighed,"Are you sure you don't want me to go instead? There is a lot of material you need to catch up on, because you're in such an advanced class, and you must be tired from waking up so early for your morning exercises and-"
"I'll be fine, trust me," her daughter reassured her,"Sumi and I will manage. We'll pick up your medication tomorrow, after I return home. We might also drop by the tennis courts with Saku-chan, if she has time."
Satomi looked up from her stir-fry pan, "Ah, how is Sakuno-chan anyway? I haven't seen the little girl in almost two years, since she left to join you two at that boarding school in Shikoku."
A tiny hint of a smile crossed her daughter's face.
"She is doing fairly well. She has great potential as a tennis player, just like you said"
Seeing that Satomi didn't require her help anymore, Fuyumi went upstairs to her bedroom. Well, it wasn't necessarily hers, persay, because she shared it with her idiot of a twin sister.
She opened the door.
"Oh hey, dense baka."
Only to be greeted by chaos.