(A/N): Hello!~ So it seems I've got no homework so I've decided to start another story that will hopefully not be forgotten... Anyways~ Hopefully I do my best and not make anyone OOC :3 On with the story~

Disclaimer: I do not own you or KHR

Playing the piano was your passion. Having been playing since you were but an eight-year old girl, you sincerely enjoyed playing the piano, it always averted your mind from your past and the stressful times of the present by creating music.

However, you didn't enjoy playing just because you love to.. it was also the one thing that seemed to calm you down, the one thing that could actually make you happy and smile genuinely. When you were but a three-year old girl, you lived as an underdog in an orphanage in Italy. Being an underdog meant you were constantly told what to do and bullied.

It all had started on that fateful spring day when you wandered into that extravagant rose garden. You had only meant to just hide for only awhile to get away from the mean older kids who were fond of teasing you.. that is, until you spotted that lone snow-white gazebo standing in the middle of a large pond. The delicately carved exterior decorated precisely with roses.

You had slowly inched closer to the sturdy white wooden bridge that led to the entrance of the structure. From where you stood at the beginning of the bridge, you could easily hear the beautiful flow of perfectly combined powerful and bold notes with trickling hints of sweet soft tones like sleigh bells. The melodic tune spiked your interest and curiosity. Even to your little three year old heart, you thought that the music was amazing.

Inside, a big charcoal black grand piano stood in the middle of the gazebo. Though, to your younger-self, it just seemed like a giant noise-making machine, but that spiked your curiosity even more when you entered the gazebo and noticed a woman sitting at the stool positioned on front of the piano. The woman had long silver hair and wore a long silky white gown that matched the color of the gazebo. You couldn't see her eyes, for they were closed, but she had a calmed expression on her face with a small smile stretching her lightly glossed lips. Your (e/c) eyes followed her quick and nimble fingers dancing across the ivory keys.

The woman hadn't noticed you until you had begun to clap and the music had faltered. The woman opened her emerald eyes and gazed down at you with a smile. "Hello little one," she greeted softly, "I presume you had been listening intently." You didn't understand what she entirely was saying but you merely nodded and she giggled taking a look at your hands. "You have quite the same hands as someone who is precious to me.." she had murmured before picking you up and setting you on her lap, "How about I teach you?"

You remembered returning to that garden couple of times to listen to that woman play again, but she had never showed up one day. But even after that day, you had remembered how she played, and what she had taught you. It wasn't until you were eight when you finally returned to the garden and taught yourself how to play from memory of the piece the woman had played.

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Present day now, you had moved to Japan when you were adopted by the (l/n) family. The family had acknowledged your skills at piano playing and had bought you a beautifully polished black grand piano that sat in the room beside yours for your tenth birthday.

Currently, you were fourteen-years old and attended Nami Middle. You didn't necessarily like interacting and socializing so you didn't really have any friends to hang out with or talk to. Anyways, it wasn't like you sat alone at free times like lunch, you always liked to slip away from the classroom to visit the music room you were glad that they had. Each day at lunch, you favored going to the music room to play on the grand piano rather than eating lunch alone in the classroom.

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"Hmph... Where did that baseball idiot run off to with the Tenth?" Gokudera Hayato grumbled as he stomped through the hallway, not caring one bit if Hibari suddenly walks around the corner declaring that he would bite him to death for making so much noise.

The bomber paused in his tracks when he could hear a faint melody playing from a room a few doors down. He squinted up at the sign to read "music room". Not that it would concern him since it had nothing to do with his beloved Tenth, but as he inched closer to the room where the harmonic sound was originating, he began to realize that the tune sounded strangely familiar. At the same time though, he felt that it sounded sad and lonely.. The magic of the sound drew his curiosity and he slowly advanced toward the door, afraid that one wrong step would waver the music.

It was as if an imaginary light bulb was turned on as he realized that the piece sounded very identical to the soothing music of that woman who taught him how to play the piano when he was barely three-years old. However, there was something else the music reminded him of... it started to irk him that there was something else about this piece that seemed so nostalgic.

Grumbling a frustrated curse in Italian, he slowly began to push the sliding door open in hopes that he wouldn't disturb whoever was playing. When the door whined at the friction, it caused a soft screeching sound. He growled as he attempted to once again slowly open the door, but the music came to a sudden stop and loud shuffling could be heard inside the room.

Patience growing thin, he slammed the door open and peered inside to see no one sitting at the stool. Blinking, he shook his head and closed the door, continuing to search for Yamamoto and Tsuna.

When the loud foot steps had began to grow weaker as the minutes past, you stood from your hiding spot behind the set of drums and sighed as you patted down your school uniform and tucked a strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear. Eyes darting towards the door, you shook your head with a growing blush of embarrassment.

You never did like having people other than your adoptive family hear you play.

In the back of your mind though, and maybe even your heart.. someone else other than the (l/n) family was able to listen to you play back in Italy at the same place where you had met that woman. You don't remember his name. You did remember one thing about that boy..

His emerald eyes similar to the woman's.

(A/N) Yay! Finished! I hope it's decent or good... Sorry for any mistakes.. oh and btw, I dunno how many chapters this story will be, hopefully not a lot xD maybe like 5 - 10 chapters xD Anyways, hope you like it so far and see you whenever I get the time to update :)