Title: Closing Notes
Rating: K+
Warnings: N/A
Prompt: VI - 10. TYL!Gokudera - dreaming; "the soft melody of a piano and the touch of a hand he once knew"
Word count: 600-ish
Summary: It was time for the final piece before the curtains of the past close once and for all.
...
-Cue Music-
-Spotlight on Gokudera-
In my dreams, I'm always there.
Sitting there in that cold piano bench,
Alone with only the melody in my head,
I can't help but wish you were here.
…
He was back from the future now, with the truth fresh in his mind.
Fingers poised elegantly over the black and white piano keys, his eyes were gazing at it fondly.
Fondness, with a hint of nostalgia and loneliness.
He raised his hands further, and brought it down with force, pressing the keys to make music.
And music it was.
A soft melody, different from his harsh erratic movements, played out before him.
Each note hung in the air, unwilling to disappear so soon.
Each note was an arrow, piercing his heart mind and soul clearly.
Each note was his emotions; relief, nostalgia, glee.
His mind wandered back to familiar porcelain hands, fingers long and slender from the use to play the piano.
Pale hand slightly blurred from his memory, positioning his own.
Thin arms, stretching easily to reach the keys, himself caged within the embrace.
A tinkling laugh, high and glass-like came slowly from the body holding him in their lap, chest vibrating slightly.
He knew her.
Those fingers, those hands; he knew them.
They were gone though, and for a period in his life, he was lost.
Lost without his mother.
Lost without anyone.
His hands were moving slowly now, gracefully.
Elegant, with a certain life before them.
A smooth, flowing, dance, one only his hands made.
Complex, yet modestly simple.
Yet the music played was completely different.
It was dark, almost harsh.
Eerie and trapping.
Much like a spider's web.
His music weaved the webs through, as it waited for prey to come and be tantalised by the beauty of it.
Each note was not an arrow anymore, it was a spear. It still pierced, yet it drove on and on without an end.
His emotions were projected clearly as the spear went on deeper; regret, sorrow, loneliness.
His body swayed to the music he made, following its own rhythm.
And as he came to terms, his body stopped moving.
His hands however, continued to dance.
He then had something to live for.
Someone had come into his life.
He was saved, but the sorrow was still there.
He played his own composition, one which started out discordant; a cacophony.
His left hand playing harmonic, right playing melodic.
Left harsh and dark, unforgiving.
Right soft and light, overlooking.
With each note played out, the music wove through each other, accepting the faults and strengths.
They worked together, they gave space, and they were equal.
Soon, the music was in tight harmony, neither sounding out of place.
Each was complimenting each other, bringing out their best, covering their faults.
And soon enough, the note's elaborate dance had to come to an end.
He sat there, eyes still staring at the sleek black grand piano.
His eyes were soft, a certain emotion not quite identifiable on his face.
His hands were on his lap, tired after taking an exercise.
What he just did, that was his previous life.
His life now was one fraught with dangers, one where he had to give his all.
A familiar scowl etched itself into place again, and he rose fluidly.
The piano key cover shut with a soft bang, and with that, he was gone.
…
Walking away from the piano,
Song still hanging in the tense air,
I walked away from a visit to the past.
And opened my eyes to the real world once again.
-Spotlight fade into blackout-
-Cue applause-
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