Here's the Ikuto-centric drabble I talked about. Seriously, you guys misunderstand a lot of characters.
A soft, melancholic melody resonated through the chilly autumn evening. A melody of which can only belong to Tsukiyomi Ikuto's violin.
Or rather, his father's violin.
He wasn't particularly playing for an audience; he preferred to have no one listening, so that no one will know what he is really feeling.
He suddenly recalled a certain rosette who happens to also be one of his first audiences. She, as well as a lot of people, would always misunderstand him, calling him something he really isn't. But he knows he isn't the only one.
He stopped playing and stared out at the empty field in front of him. That certain rosette isn't here to admire his music. He silently admitted that he actually likes the girl's presence.
"Maybe it's not so bad to have an audience, even if it's just one person," Ikuto said to himself, putting the violin in its case. He sat down on the bench behind him, placing the case on his lap.
His thoughts suddenly went back to those times where he was being misunderstood as a villain, a playboy and even a pervert. He was nothing of the sort.
The only one who actually thought otherwise was his "dream," Yoru. For once in his life, he wished that people won't misunderstand him anymore.
But he can't help it if he hides his emotions and only expresses it through a melody that can be heard by no one other than the musician himself.
Ikuto stood up and wore the strap of the case on his shoulder. He looked one more time at the empty field before walking away.
All before promising to himself to play at a more crowded area for a change.
Those who are misunderstood do not express their emotions.
But they'll change at some point and they will, however they can.
So, that's it for my drabble spam.. Maybe.
Gokigenyou!