- - The Unfathomable - -

Disclaimer: I do not own this anime, but I sure wish I knew who did so that I could tell them to make a second season!
(I no longer wish to own it because I now know how hard it is to merely create a simple fan fic for it! : :D)

Author's Note: Hello, there! I'm having a bit of a trouble writing another chapter for my other fan fic (The Inevitable Finish). Yeah, call it 'writer's block', but I only seem to be having a difficult time continuing that fan fic. Creating other stories, I think I have no problem with at the moment. Yes, I just always have to have a long 'author's note'. I'm pretty talkative around close friends, and I'm REALLY talkative online. Anyway, I decided that I should try writing something else first. Perhaps it'll get me inspired to write the third chapter of my other story! I hope it works! :D It's quite a serious story. :) Well, in my opinion. I like being serious, but my goodness, I never thought I'd miss a little comedy in a story! I'm not complaining though! Hahaha.

By the way, it'd be really great if you'd review! Thank you very much!

I hope you like it! Enjoy as much as you can! :)

Thank you. :)

OHH, one more thing, this story takes place sometime in between Kahoko's 3rd year of high school (the school year after the concours :D)

Chapter I: The Moon's Glow

It was quite a beautiful night with the moon's dazzling light shining upon every surface it could get its elusive hands on.
Its magic carefully made its way into the hearts of those who dared look at it, enchanting every bit of them with a most powerful spell, forcing them pour out every emotion they possessed, and this made it quite a struggle for a certain violinist to ignore the feelings he'd been brushing off for the past few days.

They were very much perplexing, and he didn't know what to make of them.
They'd been torturing him; making him miserable, taking away all sense from him, mercilessly eating away at his heart, and he just didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he had to do something about it; otherwise, it would affect his performances, and he certainly couldn't let something like that happen.
After all, he strove for nothing less than perfection. Perfection was nearly everything to him.

He felt especially gloomy that night, and the moon's spell had only made it more excruciating for him. He sat up, strode towards his violin and picked it up.
He stared out the window and into the brightness of the moon as he did earlier, and then he started to play with immense intricacy. He played and played, allowing all of those wretched feelings flow out of his violin, and into the night.
His skill was excellent, and as expected, his playing was flawless. He played with such intense beauty; beauty that only a handful of musicians could manage to create, but it was accompanied with deep sorrow.

Into the night his music went. Into the night, Len Tsukimori's sorrows soared, and for a moment, a thought slipped into his mind.
Maybe he didn't always need perfection; maybe it wasn't so important after all; maybe he needed something else – something else in his life, and the question was, if this something was to show up in his life, would he let it in? Or was that something already there?

Meanwhile, in the Hino residence, a certain red-haired girl seemed to be unable to separate herself from the window.
She was gazing at the moon that was dominating the sky with its essence, obviously entranced by how lovely it was tonight. As she looked at it with meaningful eyes, the moon seemed to tell her that there were quite a lot of things awaiting her. She could not comprehend what this meant at the moment, so she simply remained leaning on her windowsill, allowing the night to carry her away with its apparent beauty.
She watched as the trees swayed gently; it almost as if they were dancing – dancing a delicate waltz. She set her eyes upon the birds who gracefully glided amongst the skies, and that's when she seemed to have heard a sound – a sound that was so exquisite, so magnificent, but a sound that carried with it the creator's pained heart.

Hino Kahoko closed her eyes, took in the poignant hum and stored it within the depths of her heart. As the magic of the night continued to devour her completely, she strangely could not help but feel that the short sound, the playing, was undoubtedly familiar.