Graceless Heart
A/N: de-anoning from the PWKM. The prompt was: The Gavin brothers are actually angels in human vessels; when they fell, Kristoph ripped out Klavier's grace, but kept his own. He knows who they are, but Klavier does not. That is, until this socially stunted man-child in a trench-coat shows up
Chapter 1:
Klavier stared, unseeing, out the window onto the street below, absentmindedly strumming the strings of his guitar. The buzzing noise was back. Ever since 'the accident', his ears and mind would randomly be filled with this strange buzzing sensation. It was almost like listening to a conversation underwater, not quite hearing what was being said.
And Klavier knew that the buzzing was saying something, maybe not to him personally, but it was more than simply white noise. He knew this, honestly he did. He knew if only on a subconscious level.
How? He could feel the buzzing as well, not with his fingers but with his mind, his heart. Some days the buzzing was joyous – don't ask him how he knew it, he just did. His mood would brighten instantly; there was nothing life couldn't throw at him that would lessen his smile. Other days, the buzzing was sad. A deep melancholy would pervade his very core; no matter what he or his brother did, nothing could cheer him up. On rare days, the buzzing was calm, tranquil. It left him in an almost-trance; his breathing would slow and every muscle in his body would relax. The buzzing was like the sound of crashing waves washing over him.
Today was one of those days. They were the best for writing music, he had found, the words and notes easily flowing from his mind to pen and paper.
His brother, Kristoph, had told him that before 'the accident', he'd been a very talented musician. Many were left in awe at his abilities; people travelled across the country just to hear him. Or so his brother told him. Klavier didn't remember anything about his wonderful musical career; in fact he didn't remember anything at all, not since his accident.
He'd been in a car accident, Kristoph had said, a hit and run. Left in a coma for two months, he had awoken with a serious case of amnesia. He remembered nothing of his past life, not his music, not his brother, not even his own name. It had taken him a very long time to adjust to his new life and after had come the buzzing noise.
At first it had driven him crazy, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't think. The doctors said that it was a residual effect of the head trauma he'd experienced, that it would disappear in time. They'd given him sleeping pills to help him on restless nights. They had not worked.
But after a while, he began to sense changes to the buzzing and made connections between them and his mood swings. And then it annoyed him. He knew there was something to be learnt from the mysterious noise, but he just couldn't understand.
He'd asked Kristoph for help once, but his brother had only regarded him with a look of confusion mixed with pity. I think that accident affected more than just your memory, dear brother, he'd remarked wryly. That had been the end of the conversation. It'd made Klavier feel like a fool, but the buzzing continued and he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was right.
In the end, he gave up trying to comprehend the buzzing in his head. Instead, he just let it be, revelling in the joy and peace, enduring the sadness.
And life went on like this: Klavier stayed at home, resting, acclimatising to his amnesic state and Kristoph worked in his law firm, defending the innocent.
But this would all change with the appearance of a man in a trench coat and hideous blue beanie.