This was supposed to be an original story i wrote, but seeing how bored i am, and how the story may fit into La Corda D Oro as an AU fic, i have edited it and posted it here on fanfiction with the main character changed to Hino Kahoko from La Corda D' oro.No doubt the original story would defer in the later timeline of the story, so you guys can visit the link i posted at my hompage for the original version. Its not completed though. Well, anyway, hope you enjoy this AU version. I was kind of inspired by Amekou's fic titled "For you" which featured Hino losing her voice. Thank you all for reading! By the way, this is my first try on fanfiction, so i really hope if you all can leave your comments and advises. XD. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMERS: I do not own La Corda D' oro, but i do own this fic!

She strained her voice, struggling to make any possible sound, but the effort was futile. It had been five month already since she lost her voice, but nothing good had came out from the therapy that she was receiving thrice every week. The future seemed bleak to her, and as she sat on the bench in the park, seeing the innocent faces of children laughing and playing away, her nose soured, and tears started to cloud in her eyes. Once again, she attempted to draw on her voice, praying within her heart for a miracle. Each and every one of her previous endeavors were all in vain, but she never gave up, at least not until now. Her heart ached with tenderness. The precious gift that was once bestowed upon her was now snatched away by the devil. She painfully admitted to herself that she could never speak again, or even to simply make any audible noise, needless to mention singing. Tears began to storm down her flushed cheeks. She sniffled silently, with her nose hurt from all the abrasion of the tissue. Worn-out from all the frustration, agony and distress that tormented her, she wearily shut her eyes as if shutting herself from the outside world. But the tears did not stop, instead the calamity inside her grew, as the mirth of the children penetrated her ears became louder. Lost in the depths of depression, she began to feel that the sun had chosen to shine on everyone but her, and that darkness and despair was slowly consuming her.

Memories of her past gushed through her confused mind. The memories of her performing joyously on stage, singing her heart out, and shedding the tears of happiness were now in sepia. Reddish brown toned images clogged up her little head, restraining her ability to think clearly, and more importantly, positively. She covered her petite facade with her trembling hands, and her body all scrunched up from the misery. If it was before, she would have sung to alleviate herself from this suffering. But the solution had become the cause of her wretchedness, and she was helpless in defending herself against the mental turmoil. In her battle against deprivation, she wondered off to the neighboring parks, hopeful in finding any source of bliss. However, the smiles on the others' faces merely marked the immense contrast with her emotions.

The voices in her brain grew stronger by the second, and although she could speak no more, she mentally screamed in woe. Her lips were quavering from the weeping, but as she expected, nothing came out. She could no longer hear the scuffling sound of the wind against the fringes of her hair, the peaceful rustle of the tree leaves and branches, nor the jollity of the children. Her mind was preoccupied by the mixed feelings of angst and consternation. Nothing seemed to be able to revive her from her state of extreme dismay, or bring back the smile to this once cheerful child. She whimpered in silence, pleading that someone would hear her cry, and rescue her from the gloomy depths of despair that she has sunken into. The sorrow in her was gradually drowning her, as if trapped in an endless pit with rain of thoughts overwhelming her. The prospect was unpromising, yet she yearned for someone who could change her thinking, even if it was just a mere delusion, a lie, a small figment of hope.

The sun began to set, with the sky dyed in a stain of bright orange. The crows had started gathering and cawing at one another in the thick lushes of the tree tops, and little children, one by one, left for home. They were signs indicating the ending of the day; nevertheless she was still sitting on the same bench as she did five hours ago. Hours of lamenting and pointless pondering had drained off all her energy. She finally ceased her tears, with her inner tumult soothing down, and her heart calmer.

It was then when the melodious tune of the violin reached her ears, gentle, comforting, yet passionate. She placed the hands that were covering her face over her heart, and felt the mild pulse of her heartbeat intertwined with the rhythm of the music. She has never felt such warmth for a long while, and she craved for more. Each notes played seem to elevate her further away from her troubles, blooming in her heart like the wild flowers in spring. It felt to her like hope was budding from the cold winter grounds, and spring could not wait to arrive. The song had salvaged her soul.

She opened her eyes to the blurred vision of the thick foliage when the tune ended, and observed that a weak ray of sunlight beaming thru. Maybe there is still hope after all.

To be continued...

Well, this seems to be getting no where... haha... the characters are not even introduced yet, but i guess you all already know who they are. When i typed this chapter in Microsoft words, it kind of felt like a very long chapter to me, but when i posted it here, i realized how short it was, and I am truely sorry! I would certainly appreciate it if you would like to contribute ideas to the plot later on since i do not have any comfirmed ideas in mind now. Please Review! Thank you!!

Rin Kei'chi