Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own La Corda D'oro
Thanks to jervaulx (or what I like to call her, Jasmine) for betareading my fic ^_^ at last.. It's better than the 1st draft that I made.. Love you..
It all began when Manami Mori was still sixteen-years old.
In one of Seiso's music rooms specifically, where she was practicing her piece, busy as a sophomore music student that she was.
Crescendo... Marcato… Accelerando… Piano… Forte… Dolce… Cantabile, she muttered as her fingers methodically glided on the ivory keys.
She was already perspiring under her uniform. The sun reflected on her, an evidence of the impending summer. What could happen worse than that? Playing the piano in a close-spaced room during summertime was like war.
"As always, there's no feeling. You should play it softer and try enjoying the rhythm, my dear," he smirked.
A look of annoyance crossed on her face. It was Tsuchiura Ryotaro, distracting her from focusing on her piece, making negative criticism on her techniques. How awesome that was, she smiled—an untypical smile that explained and showed how annoyed she was by his interruption.
"Tempo, Manami! Tempo!" he exclaimed as she played on. "It's four minim beats in a minute, not 4 crotchet beats in a minute! Play it faster!"
She closed her eyes, pretending as though she hadn't heard Ryotaro's voice. Stubbornly, she kept playing the piece in the same manner, keeping the tempo and direction as it was.
"Can you hear me, Manami? It's wrong and yet you keep playing it." He sighed. "Let me explain again; a little bit easier and more simply." He stood beside her and reached for Manami's hand, stopping it. She let him.
It was perfect, way too perfect compared to hers, his fingers dancing all over the piano keys. She rolled her eyes, exasperated at the direction of her thoughts.
"Get it now?" he said in a loud voice. "Pathetic."
It just got worse.
"Ryou?" It was Amou Nami, his ever-perfect journalist girlfriend, sneaking behind the door. Manami sighed. As usual, the girlfriend.
"A-Amou?" He blinked.
"Let's go home. Let her practice." She then pulled Ryotaro's hand. "Bye, Mori."
As he left with Nami, Mori sighed in huge relief. Strategically, she could not win with the virtuoso. And she hated losing. Yet Ryotaro did not seem to know she hated him so. He had everything; all she wanted, he had it. She was jealous. She hated Ryotaro.
What a jerk.
Mori looked at the window, fervently wishing she was better than the lad.
Someday, I will.
A/N: Alexa's hereeee =w= my 4th fic of LCD. This time is RyouMori fic. I guess i made this because of jervaulx—Jasmine.
I'm sorry if this is too short. Anyway, please review. Critics and all please but no flame.
Thanks,
-Ailee Lynn-
[EDITED: 30/08/2012]