I took a few deep breaths and sipped the half full peppermint tea which made my body warm and cool down at the same time.
Headaches, I have been having them recently, thanks to Kanazawa-sensei...
He told me to do an opening performance for the cultural fest at the 7th of August, which will be collaboration between the Gen-Ed and Musical-Ed student. Apparently, he choose me since he has figured out my background and he knows that I'm not only a counselling-type of person.
"Niwa Mizuki, I hope you're as honest and wise as usual..."
"What is it, Kanazawa-sensei?"
"You play lyre, harp and the harpsichord, right?"
"—Kh!"
I couldn't deny it... After all, it was the truth
Everything that you hide, no matter how skilled you are in doing it, someday it would be revealed tothe surface.
Gently, I tucked the elegant—grand instrument; I caressed its graceful figure and let out a small smile as I saw it was still perfect as the first time I met her—my harp.
I played my finger with the strings, which the comforting serene feeling from the sounds recalled me to someone special who introduced; thought; and bought me this wonderful instrument.
My grandmother, a gentle and nurturing woman, who always smiled every time I played music no matter how bad, was my technique. And she never cared about my bad tempo.
She would still be smiling and clapping her hands happily, praising me with her poetic words. Well,sometimes it was funny to hear her words.
"Mizuki," she showed me an instrument which I've never seen before, "Let's play this together"
"Grandma, what is this?" I can heard my voice when I was little, "Lyre?"
"No," she smiled and took the smaller one, "This is the lyre, and that is harp."
I remembered being confused so I just tilted my head.
"Mizuki, dear." She called me while playing the harp, "I'm sure you notice the difference between thosetwo, right?"
"Aaah!" I yelled in happiness and I said to her what I've got, "Why haven't I noticed it? It was their size!"
"Good!" She patted my head while let out a light chuckles, "Now, I'll teach you how to play them."
Slowly, I pulled the strings and I closed my eyes for a while when I heard those distant yet comforting plucking sounds—and somehow it returned to be Canon in D.
I always love this sound, I do love it and it reminds me of memories with my grandma.
Grandmother always said that my music was good, and that made me more confident and I believe that I can make beautiful melodies forever and ever.
For the person, which I cared and loved so much...
I don't care if everyone said that I'm the musician with the worst technique in the whole world, since my father always said "It's another way to say you need to improve your technique".
My father, Niwa Kagetoshi, was an inspiring musician himself. So he used to accept those bad words from everyone who envied his skills when he was younger.
"Sometimes the world wasn't as good as your thought, Mizuki... But let's try to see the bad things inpositive point-of-view!"
I dropped my tempo unconsciously as I let out some tears.
All of those sweet memories that include my families and I were repeated quickly in my brain, and finally stopped at those bad times.
4 years ago—my grandmother asked me to play the lyre and she slowly closed her eyes as if she was fallen asleep. When I covered her with a blanket, I noticed that her body was cold—and I just checked on her wrist, I sense no pulse of life.
And 2 years ago, my father had a car accident along with my mother, both of them had major injuries which made father can't walk and my mother herself was in stagnant phase.
"Mizuki, my dear." He said while he patted my shoulder while we saw mother's body—lied peacefully, "You should move to your brother's place..."
At that time, I was arguing with my father—even though I'm going to live with my older brother, there was no way I could leave both of them just like that!
"Please, Mizuki..." I still remembered that gentle voice and those sad eyes of my father's, "At thisrate, we can't take care all of you... Maybe it was hard for you to leave us, but it was more sufferingfor us to make our children abandoned."
And his farewell wish, which he made at the last night before I moved here...
Mizuki, would you play the lyre for us?
After I finished playing some songs, I can remembered the nurse gasped in amazement, some of them hugged me and said "Mizuki, your mother has regained the consciousness!"
"Really, your mother even asked if you're the one who playing the lyre!"
I tried to hide my ability in music so I won't remember the sweet and sour of my past. But no, I was completely wrong!
I cried again as I finished playing the wonderful composition, I even let out an audible sobs and whines this time, and I can taste the tears of mine—it tastes watery... Indicates the regret, yet also the enlighten feeling that I felt just now.
"Thank you, God..." I whispered, "Thank you for everything... Thank you for reminding me my true passion."
A/N: Hello everyone, it's nice to meet you! :3
Well, usually i'm lurking around the Hetalia fandom but...here I am!
(Many thanks to my friend, Ren Nakamura, who kindly edited some mistakes and made it easier to read!)
I know, many people against OC since they will be Mary-Sue or can falling in love just in seconds but... Hey, I tried my damndest to made my OC not that bad~ (^w^)
If you still find that Mizuki is annoying, then please tell me "in what way?"
Reviews and constructive criticism are happily accepted (and I'm sure all of the readers are smart to tell the differences between flames and construtive criticism) ^^
