Rain poured down, relentlessly battering the roof and blurring windows. Inside, the house was warm and secluded, though an energy similar to the thunder outdoors circled the air. A woman, still quite young, was playing the piano.
"Race canceled. Rain." A voice called from the entryway, interuppting the lone woman's solitarity. "I took off my shoes, I'm not tracking mud. Stupid rain."
A second woman of similar age entered the room, in complete opposite the woman before her. She was tall and gangly, natural sandy blonde hair cropped short contrasting the lazy blue hued curls of the woman at the piano bench. In fact, with her stained jumpsuit and boyish grin, one could easily mistake her for a man.
She flopped herself down on what looked to be an antique sofa.
"Michi, I'm bored."She complained.
Music continued, some from the grand piano, others from a music player, curling together.
Haruka looked wistfully at Michiru. "It feels so much...quieter in here. Like what they say about children leaving the nest."
"We can hardly be old enough for this, this feeling..."
"It's strange, isn't it?" Haruka paused a few moments after her remark and stood. "Michiru, you're playing it wrong." She grinned as she walked behind the piano bench, leaning over the Michiru.
Michiru felt Haruka's hands come to rest on top of her own, gently guiding her fingers to the keys.
"I can't believe Michiru Kaioh, musical prodigy, can't play the piano"
Unable to think of a comeback, Michiru allowed herself to relax and trust Haruka's guidance. By now, the sandy haired girl had practically wedged herself under Michiru onto the piano bench.
Sure, she could play the violin. But where her talent ended, the piano, there was always Haruka to balance her out.
The rain continued to downpour, but the room had grown warm and peaceful.