All right, this is my first fan fiction, it's Momiji/Kisa, so… yeah. Oh! Please review, if that's not too much to ask… n.n Disclaimer: I do not own Furuba, Natsuki Takaya-dono does. I'm merely planning to get the entire manga collection, and the anime episodes. –Huggles her Neko-chan close to her chest.-
Musical Dreams
Chapter One: Audience
Creamy, buttercup yellow colored locks of hair swayed in the wind, the breeze gently prodding through its soft texture, as if exploring it. Lower, a face was revealed. His eyes were closed in content, his lips relaxing naturally into a smile. Dropping even more, it would be obvious he was playing an instrument, a violin, of course. He gently teased each note out from it, his fingers gliding fluidly up and down the staff, in a loving manner, as if greeting an old friend.
Unbeknownst to the innocent young man, wide, caramel colored eyes watched him with awe, and perhaps a bit of affection as well? Nevertheless, the person watched his every move, their ears perking every once in a while to the music he was playing on his violin.
Kisa didn't know why she had started watching Momiji play, she just felt drawn to him in this peaceful state. And the songs he played were very relaxing, calming her nerves after maybe a bad day at school, or a fight with Hiro.
While listening to him, she saw his lips part slightly, as if tasting the song. He stopped once the song ended with a long note that seemed to still hang in the air. He kept his posture, with the violin pressed to his chin, for what seemed like minutes, before he put his favorite instrument down, bright amber irises being shown, and staring straight into Kisa's direction.
"Please come out… I like it when you watch my play." Momiji said, his smile widening a bit, and his eyes softened even more than they already were. Timidly, Kisa stepped out of her hiding place, with her head bowed, her auburn hair shadowing her facial features, though her facial expression of embarrassment was evident.
"Oh, Kisa? I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else… but, you like the music I play?" Momiji questioned, cocking his head to one side, his childish nature returning. In a reply, Kisa nodded her head sheepishly, her cheeks darkening to a light pink. "Would you like me to play another song, Kisa-chan?" Momiji asked, and received another nod. So, he picked up his precious instrument, placed it to his chin, and glided the bow over the strings for the first, lulling note.
And, at that very moment, Kisa pined deeply to hold the instrument herself, coaxing out melodies just as Momiji did.
A/N: Please, tell me if I need to improve on anything! I live on constructional criticism, after all.