Title: Loveless
Story: Kaze to ki no uta
Beta reader:SODA.rk.angel
Author's note: Thank you SODA.rk.angel for beta reading this story and thanks all those who R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own Kaze to ki no uta, I wish I did but I don't
Loveless
Chapter 1
The weather was getting colder every day and the colors of summer were almost gone. Rain came more often than it used to and the nature seemed to be painted in shades of red, brown and yellow. This atmosphere would make some people sad when thinking that they are just a few month away from a dreadful winter.
This particular day, however, was nice. The sun was shining brightly, no cloud in site and a pleasant breeze was carrying away the fallen leaves.
A train was running fast from town to town taking and leaving passengers on its way to Paris.
A boy, sitting near the window, stopped looking outside, and took a letter out of his pocket. It was an invitation from his aunt to spend a few weeks in Paris and meet some relatives he had never seen before.
He knew very well why he didn't receive the invitation earlier, but it didn't matter, he always thought that later was better than never.
It wasn't the first time when people judged him by the color of his skin, that's why he tried his best to show them that they were wrong and that there were things that mattered much more at a person than the origins.
The train stopped at the last station, Paris. The boy started walking, following the instructions in the letter. He could have taken a carriage but the idea of a walk on that beautiful day seemed a better one, besides, he had never been to Paris before and this was a good opportunity to take a look around.
"This must be the street, now I should be looking for the house number…." he took the letter out of his pocket again to check the address "14…16…"He suddenly bumped into someone and fell on the ground.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" he heard a crystal like voice saying.
"I'm really sorry Miss" he said quickly picking up the scattered sheets of paper before the wind blew them away, but he stopped when he heard a laugh.
"Miss? Did you just call me Miss?" He stopped, looking for the first time at the person he had bumped into. He was a beautiful boy, around his age, with emerald green eyes and golden hair. The blonde was standing in front of him, hands in his pockets and still laughing.
The embarrassment took over him and he didn't know what else to say except for "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry" but the blonde boy had started to walk away without bothering to answer.
He got up from the ground, after picking up all the sheets of paper and walked up the street until he found the house he was looking for, number 20.
The door opened and a girl came out running towards him "Mother, he's here, Serge is here!" she said happily. "Come in, everyone is waiting for you."
A middle aged woman came out of the living room. She looked really worried and a little angry. "You're finally here! Do you have any idea how worried I was? What happened? Did your train have a delay?" She would have continued with the questions if the girl didn't stop her.
"Mother, he can answer your questions later. He must be hungry and tired right now." She turned to Serge and motioned him to take a sit at the table. "By the way, I am your cousin Marie and that…." "Marie, would you please tell your sister to come down so we can start dinner?" Aunt Sophie interrupted.
Marie hurried upstairs to call her sister, Sara.
Aunt Sophie was one of Serge's father's sisters. She never agreed with her brother's choice in marriage and she didn't want to hear about her nephew either, even though she knew he had no fault. She decided to invite him only because her daughters insisted so much, or at least that's what she would say. The truth was that her husband had died recently and she couldn't get over it. She thought that a visitor would change things for a while and take her mind off of those painful thoughts.
Her sister wrote several times in her letters about Serge and what a good pianist he was, just like his father and she always wondered if that was true. When they were children she used to spend hours listening to her brother playing the piano. She never admitted but she missed those days.
"I'm really sorry for coming so late, I just thought that it was a beautiful day and it would be a shame not to walk. I didn't want to make you worry Aunt Sophie."
"It doesn't matter anymore, I'm just glad you're here now" she said, a bit calmer this time.
"Hello Serge" he turned around to face the person who just entered the room "I am Sara, Marie's sister. Welcome to Paris."
"Thank you Miss Sara."
"Please, call me Sara. We're family, aren't we?"
"All right, Sara…"
Sara was Aunt Sophie's older daughter. She was 16, two years older than Serge was, and she looked very mature for her age. Sara was a kind person, ready to help anyone at any time, she never judged the others by their looks and she never jumped to conclusions too fast.
Marie was only 11 and she was always full of energy. Aunt Sophie would always say that Marie was the soul of their house since she couldn't sit down, not even for one minute.
"How was your trip, Serge? You must be very tired."
"Yes I am a little."
"Then you should go to bed early because tomorrow there will be a party in your honor."
"A party, for me? You shouldn't have bothered."
"Mother and I are looking forward to hear you play. We could play together if you like."
"Yes, I would love that."
After dinner they all went to bed, but Serge couldn't sleep. He was excited and happy. When he received the letter he was happy, but he wondered what his aunt and cousins would be like, he was afraid they wouldn't like him. Usually, Serge didn't care what people thought about his dark skin, but for some reason he cared what his relatives thought and it hurt. He was glad to see that even though Aunt Sophie was a bit cold his cousins didn't care and treated him like family.
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