The Melody's Call
The haunting melody of a beautifully composed piece filled the hallway, as I stood transfixed by its tune. Quickly, I slung my music bag over my shoulder and silently made my way down the deserted hallway, following the melody to its composer. With every step I took, the tune got louder and louder. Finally, after a few twists and turns, I came upon the isolated music room in which I always practiced. Light illuminated the room like a small sun in the darkness.
Slowly, I stood on the tips of my toes and peeked inside. A boy slightly older than me with raven black hair was seated at the piano. His fingers danced effortlessly on the piano keys like an eagle at flight. With skill and precision, each key was accurately pressed and a new note added to the rhythm. Its melody flowed out dynamically from the interior of the piano into the ears of listeners sending them into a trace. I sighed in awe as I witnessed his mastery.
Without warning, his fingers froze abruptly, stopping the flow of the song. Before I had time to step away from the door, he jerked his head around, freezing my movements with just one intense look. That was when I saw the identity of the pianist. It was him.
It was been a month since I enrolled in Konoha Gakuen, a prestigious school known for its excellence in both academics and extra-curricular activities. Being generally shy and quiet, I did not have any friends. One of the main reasons being that the students there could not put up with people who possessed such low self confidence of themselves, like yours truly. Barely able to form a sentence without stuttering, most of the students would simply avoid my presence as if I was a leper. The small handful that actually noticed me would endlessly harass me with taunts and hurtful comments. Although I tried dismissing them as pure childishness, the words uttered their sharp tongues still stung.
It was during this stressful month that I discovered the music room. Isolated and forgotten, I would allow my sorrows to flow into my breath through the nickel mouthpiece of my flute. The melody produced would resonated throughout the small room and fill up the hollow space in my heart for a little while. It was with temporary assurance that I could cope with the loneliness that surrounded me. I began going there everyday after school and this continued for a month.
Itachi Uchiha, the school's latest heartthrob. Two years older than me, he was known as the prodigy of the school, excelling in both academics and sports. His good looks and withdrawn attitude sent all the girls swooning the moment they laid their eyes on him.
In my opinion however, Itachi seemed to carry an air of discontentment and arrogance. It was also slightly hinted with a touch loneliness, as he was always alone. He was nothing like me though. Unlike me, he chose to be alone. Despite his efforts of isolating himself, everyone save me would loyally tag along behind him as if he was a god. All of this did not concern me much. All I cared about was getting through school with good grades as my family, the Hyuga clan expected me to do so as the heiress, in addition to playing my flute.
One day, after school, I had been packing up some things to take to the music room when my ears captured the delicate sound of a piano, woven into a haunting piece. The sound was faint but enchanting. I grabbed my music bag and slammed my locker door shut. Bewitched, I began following the tune without realizing where I was going.
When I came to my senses, I discovered I was standing outside the music room. Wondering who was the master of the song, I craned my neck up and peeked through a small glass window on the door. A boy with jet-black hair sat at the piano, playing it with such passion and skill, seemingly pouring his very being into the song. The melody broke my heart yet filled my soul at the same time. It was beautiful. I breathed out a sigh of pleasure, as I stood mesmerized by the scene before me.
Suddenly, the flow of the melody stopped and I awoke from my daydream only to find Itachi Uchiha staring directly at me from his seat at the piano. His black, onyx eyes portrayed shock, annoyance and a small touch of curiosity. Stunned, I stood rooted to my spot, unsure of what to do. My mind was screaming at me to run as Itachi began advancing towards the door. However, my body stood rigid and would not follow. Then, the door slowly creaked open and there he stood, towering over me as I stared wide-eyed in fear at what he might do. What he did next however left me in shock.
I do not own Naruto or any of the characters mentioned above. Anyway, my first fanfic. Hope it is alrite. A special thanks to my friends who helped me correct my careless mistakes (the whole story was littered with them =.=). Review please, because I really need to improve my writing skills. Thanks ^^