A/N: I finished this fanfic the day I started working on it. I'm feeling a little too diligent right now. Before proceeding to the story, let me get this straight. This is not a Yaoi or Shonen Ai fanfic. So, don't get the wrong idea. Go ahead.

Disclaimer: I don't own La Corda D'Oro. I don't own Jesse McCartney's Tell Her. Enough said.


Tell Her

"Why the hell are you telling me this?" Tsuchiura asked, raising his eyebrows in suspicion along with his puzzled expression.

Tsuchiura stands at a fair distance from Tsukimori with millions of questions out of curiosity flooding his mind as they stared at each other.

Tsukimori sighed devastatingly as he averted his gaze to the scene of the academy's ground from the rooftop.

Tsuchiura did the same before turning to Tsukimori, his expression as serious as ever.

"It's about her, isn't it?"

Tsukimori immediately blushes multiple shades of red as he turns away, avoiding the pianist to see his evident blush.

Tsuchiura looked away in irritation, knowing well that the famous Tsukimori had slowly developed a crush on her.

Hino Kahoko.

But then again, as much as he didn't want to admit it, Tsuchiura, himself was in love with her too. And that's what makes them rivals. In music, in love, in everything.

Tsukimori responded nonchalantly as moments of silence passed by, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Angered by Tsukimori's lack of emotion, Tsuchiura felt his patience came to its limit.

"Don't pretend like you don't know a crap, Tsukimori! It's Hino! I'm talking about her and you know it," Tsuchiura retorted, glaring at Tsukimori viciously as he grabbed Tsukimori by his kerchiefs.

Tsukimori, his face plastered with an expression that could be described as lifeless, or just simply apathetic, looked away, refusing to make an eye contact with his rival.

But somehow, underneath the indifferent face he publicly displayed, Tsukimori's emotion was the exact vice versa. Words could not describe how he truly felt. It was inexplicable.

"Hino...," Tsukimori uttered softly, earning him a release from Tsuchiura.

As Tsuchiura released Tsukimori, he eyed Tsukimori solemnly.

"So," Tsuchiura began. "When will you tell her?"

The wind blew, bristling Tsukimori's soft hair, as he gazed at the view before him with his face flaunting an expression which was totally indescribable.

"I don't know."

Tsuchiura heaved a sigh heavily before returning to his previous expression. "You need to tell her. She deserves every right to know."

Tsukimori, however, did not respond to Tsuchiura's request, instead, he stood there, expressionless.

"If you're not telling," Tsuchiura started, with determination lies in his eyes. "Then I will."

Tsukimori, startled by Tsuchiura's new found determination, voiced out, exclaiming, "No!"

Tsuchiura stared at Tsukimori in bewilderment, his eyes widen as a response to Tsukimori's sudden outburst.

Silence surrounded the two second-years, filling awkwardness and astonishment at the same time.

Tsukimori turned to look at his rival and opens his mouth.

"Tell her I love her."


A/N: So, how was it? Bad? So-so? Good? As usual, reviews, constructive criticism and comments are very much appreciated.