Disclaimer:: Still don't own anything. Never will. Except for this Drabble-ish One-Shot, I suppose.
Just a thought when I saw a video in some site about Shinobu and Mari in the game. I forgot which game it was but, yeah.
Read on ahead. (-;
Interesting.
Just like any other person, Mari Tsuzuki found Shinobu Ousaki an interesting individual.
Worthy of an opponent.
She came to this conclusion when she heard him play his violin during the first round of the concourse. His skills might not be the best out there, but it was enough to touch someone's heart.
Particularly, her.
She'd seen him as a rival, competed for the top rank, and gradually, became close to Shinobu. She was always there, watching over him like an older sibling. And though the latter was oblivious to the attention and care she'd shown him, that didn't stop her.
Throughout the concourse, Mari would not – never in a million years . . . . yet she embraced it afterwards – admit it, but she had fallen for the kind-hearted ruby-haired violinist.
Fascination. Intrigue.
Those were the words that came to mind when she was still in denial. Yet sooner or later, she had to believe it. And she did.
But she was too late.
The concourse ended, they graduated, they went to separate universities, and she never found the opportunity to do so.
And when she did spot him in town one day, her heart skipped a beat at how gorgeous he'd grown to be. She thought it was the best time to confess when . . . .
. . . . her heart turned cold, stopped together with the world around her, as she caught sight of a very familiar vermillion-haired maiden.
Kahoko Hino.
Mari recognised, of course, since she had helped her out during the Seiso Academy Festival. She conducted the orchestra whilst Kahoko played her violin; Mari was invited by the school chairman, Akihiko Kira, for this. She guided the junior throughout the performance.
Because of pity? Certainly not!
Mari felt the strong aura of confidence, bravery, of Kahoko as she stepped on the stage and played whole-heartedly. Not to astound the audience, but simply to make them enjoy the music. Kahoko was dedicated to the violin fully that it impressed the raven-haired conductor.
Amazed? Yes, she was. And, as the festival continued, Mari had the feeling Kahoko'd have a bright future ahead of her. Definitely.
Mari was proud – the way she put it – at how good the vermillion-haired maiden's skills are. Her performances touched her heart just like Shinobu's.
But all of it disappeared the moment she realised the two had their arms linked together, and Kahoko leaning on Shinobu's shoulder. Both had smiles adoring their faces.
And at that moment, the world ended for Mari Tsuzuki. She'd never have the one guy she felt any affection for. And she . . . . wouldn't be able to look at them the same way ever again. She was sure about it.
So, the raven-haired conductor turned on her heels and walked away as fast as she could from the scene unfolded before her.
The last word that came to her mind was: end. It was the end for her.
I have the feeling I wasn't making any sense there . . . . was I? I hope so. Please review! ^ ^