La Corda D'Oro Terzo Passo
Having just finished the manga, I am completely in love with the story line and I knew I just have to continue it.
So without further ado, I give to you...
Opus 1
~Always~
Hino ignored the mad ticking of the clock in a frenzy to finish.
A year had already passed since she had joined the Concours as a participant and yet the stark reality of her skills since the first selection down to where she was currently, still managed to give her nightmares.
She was far from the violin virtuoso she was mistaken for during the first half of the competition. How the entire Seisou Academy would laugh now. She laughed herself. But the irony of it all was completely washed away by the mundane problem that sat staring at her and her unmoving pencil.
"A flat there should do the trick, or maybe sharpen that little g, ugh, this so hard!" she thought as she scratched her head with the butt-end of her pencil. Music Composition. Not her best subject. In fact, it's her worst subject of the year.
She couldn't remember how she was enlightened to join an after school music class every Wednesdays. The torture of Mr. Saotome's constant haggling, she could endure, but the compositions and the pitch-trainings by ear were a real drainer for her and she would always find an excuse to skip the first half of the class because of them.
She bit her lip and tried to remain focused. Already she's missing out on the day's after-school festivities, which included watching Tsuchiura play against those damned all boys' school near the waterfront who, at one time, won the game against Seiso Academy purely because the referee was the father of the team captain.
What cheaters.
And her, for being a cheater herself with a magical violin, is now reaping the consequences of what a true musical virtuoso would have finished in a single pluck of a note.
She pulled her hair and comically face planted on the table.
Pushing the damned composition thoughts away, she allowed her mind to wander back to that fateful evening after his return.
It was awkward at first, sure, but she was redeemed by his surprisingly welcoming attitude. He hugged her back…with as much intensity as she once dreamed of. Len held her for a good few minutes before he finally let her go. He was looking at her then, a small smile with a soft pink tingeing his cheeks.
Before they departed, he held out his hand and pinky swore to her then and there.
"Always…Kahoko," he had said. She closed her eyes and smiled at the memory.
Len Tsukimori, the very person who showed her how beautiful the sound of a violin produced. The very person whose skill she chased after with such passion. The only person she ever chased for herself was finally hers. All of him, entirely her own…
…always.
Albeit short, I hope it met your expectations. It's sort of like a Prologue, that's why. Chapter 2 or shall I say 'Opus II' is ready for thy convenience.
