Title: Etude in E Major
Summary: One-shots, relationships of various Hamtaro characters (Total number of one-shots: 4)
Author's feelings of first section of piece: Sad and slow but content
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamtaro nor do I own the Chopin's Etude in E Major


Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…

The sound of the clock rang throughout the empty apartment living room. The comfortable aura of the room slowly started to fade away as loneliness entered the building. The color of gray swirled around the room, taking over the bright colors of green and red.

Tick… Tock… Tick…

The clock sitting on the window sill suddenly stopped. The hands of the clock stopped at nine o' clock; the minute hand pointing directly at the twelve, the hour hand that reached the nine, and the second hand, which barely reached the five.

A shadowy hand reached for the battery-dead clock. Holding the clock tightly with her hands, she wiped the tears that fell from her eyes. She turned on the small table lamp that was right next to her; revealing a 17-year old teenager.

"I guess… it was for the best…" She said, choking on her words.

Pashmina just finished chopping onions in the kitchen; she was preparing a meal for her boyfriend and her. She dumped the onions into a pot; and took a whiff of the aroma filling the air. "I'm sure Stan will love it!"

Ding Dong

Pashmina's hears perked up when she heard the bell. "Ah! That must be him!" She quickly took off her apron and ran towards the door.

She smoothed out her bangs and smiled. Her excitement swelled throughout her body; it's been two weeks since she last saw Stan.

Pashmina opened the door and found just the person she wanted to see. "Stan! Please come in!" She said, inviting her boyfriend to her apartment. "I made lunch since I heard you were coming around noon."

Stan kicked off his shoes at the entrance of the door. He ignored Pashmina's comment about lunch and hurried himself to her living room. Pashmina followed behind, like a chick clinging to her mother hen.

"Um… is something wrong?" She asked. He hadn't said a word since he came.

Stan sighed and sat down on the sofa. He patted the seat next to him, telling Pashmina to come sit next to him. She obeyed, and walked over to sit next to him. The silence grew.

"I needed to talk to you about something." He suddenly said.

"Uh… sure. But can we do this after lunch? The curry I made is probably getting cold." Pashmina said as she started to head for the kitchen.

"No." Stan quickly added, grabbing Pashmina's wrist and gently pulling her back to the sofa. "I rather tell you this right now." He said, avoiding her eyes.

"What is it?" Pashmina asked, realizing Stan was serious.

"It's been three years since we've been going out." Stan said.

Tick Tock… Tick Tock… Tick Tock… The clock on the window sill quietly rang.

Pashmina's eyes grew wide and then looked away from Stan, knowing where the conversation was leading to. Tears started to foam in her clear green eyes.

Tick Tock… Tick Tock…

"Those three years were great times, and we made great memories together." Stan continued. "But…"

Tick Tock… Tick… Tock…

"I don't think it's working out. It's not the same since the first time we went out." Stan ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry Pashmina, but I'm breaking up with you."

With those last words, Stan left, leaving a crying Pashmina alone in the living room.

Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… The sound of the clock started to slow down, not able to keep up with real time.

"I'm not going to complain… I knew it was coming." Pashmina assured herself, still holding the dead-clock firmly in her hands. He blankly stared at the clock's face and slowly started to smile. She set the clock back on the window sill and walked away.

Our clock has slowed down… it wasn't able to keep up with everyone else's time. Instead of waiting for it to die by itself, you've taken out the batteries and got rid of them. So…our time ended and our clock was battery-dead.

Pashmina returned with two AA batteries in her hand and reached for the clock, she put away before, and brought it with her to Stan's abandoned seat.

But…

Pashmina opened the back of the clock and took out the old batteries and replaced it with the new ones she brought. She closed the back of the clock and turned it over so she could see the face of it. Pashmina beamed when the minute hand started moving.

I'll just add new batteries to it and reset the time. I'll let the time keep going…

Only, it's going to be my own clock


Thank you for reading the first chapter of Etude in Major.

A/N: For curious readers, Chopin's music and the one-shots, generally, have no relation.

I've divided his one piece into 4 parts. In each section, I felt different emotions; and depending on those emotions, I will write the one-shots. (For example: I felt sad and pitiful in the beginning, but I was satisfied of the first section style's ending. That's what I was aiming for in the first one-shot.)

It's more like motivation and inspiration from the piece.

My babblings are done, thank you for being patient. But please don't forget to review!