Hey there- sammy was a bad girl and wrote a new fic when she should be writing things like : Take Back The World- which is coming I promise but for now please allow this to tie you over
Ever wondered why some people can instantly learn an instrument where as it's a chore for others?
Ever wondered how a Musician can make you feel 1001 emotions with a single cord?
Ever wondered how a hum can turn in a full blown symphony?
Bet you never thought for one second that music is a part of the human DNA, everyone has, even you reading this story have music in you, every person's Gene Riff is unique, even twins have unique riffs, most won't notice it but it's there, telling you what music you like, and what you hate. It's there when you subconsciously tap on the counter in a rhythm during math class and it's there when you notice the peacefulness of the country side when you listen to nature itself.
There are some people known as Notes, yes it's a weird name, but it perfectly describes who they are, a small part of the wonderful realm of music forever following the sounds they can hear inside. Notes are not always as pretty as first envisioned. For if you can fully unlock your DNA and find that one instrument, the true companion, your counterpart, you can use the world around you as your playground by controlling sound waves. These sound waves can be turned into anything as long as you know how to control them. By harmonising with them sound can do anything from healing wounds to blowing up a building.
I know it seems unreal and to be honest at first most who are Notes don't believe it themselves. Most think they aren't special and will eventually forget how to play, and sometimes this is for the best, because if your Gene Riff becomes locked… The shadows cannot steal you away…
The young German clasped the instrument case to his chest. He shivered a little as he glanced around the room. It was empty although it is hard to imagine what he was expecting as the room had been empty when he walked in. But getting back to the reasoning, the young boy had discovered an old instrument case in his mother's wardrobe and like any normal 7 year old became fascinated and suspicious of prying eyes as he went to inspect his find. He unclipped the left clasp and let out a squeal of excitement as he began to imagine all the possibilities that could happen from this one event, he then unclipped the right clasp and slowly opened the casing to reveal its treasure. The boy reached out and stroked the metal of the instrument inside. It was in three pieces and slowly removing them delicately from the velvet lined casing he inspected them and slowly fitted them together, lining up everything as best he could considering he had never seen the instrument before in his life.
How do you play it? He asked himself fiddling with the instrument in his hands, he realised how to hold the instrument, once he figured this out he noticed the mouth piece's shape, it reminded him of the rim of a bottle. He delighted in the memory of blowing across bottle necks filled with different amounts of water and produces sounds. He wondered, slowly pressed his lips against the metal. And blew. The sound it produced tugged at the boy's heart strings, it sounds soft and yet sharp, he wondered more and began to press random buttons on the instrument making different noises with each note he played, he began to play them in an order stopping and starting and repeating as he tried to perfect the nameless melody.
Cradling her younger son to her chest she began alerted to the familiar sound of her hobby lost, noticing the absence of the older boy. She smiled and placing the youngest down and wandered through the large house, the smile on her face turned to puzzlement as she noted the progression of the sound. She slowly opened the door and found her eldest deep in his own world playing the instrument how he wanted. He suddenly became away of the new audience and looked at her in shock. She straightened up, removed her hand from the door and clapped. The sound of it relaxed the boy and he stood up and dismantled the instrument. She watched curiously at the care he gave the object. It was out of character as the boy was like a living whirlwind and it made her wonder. Eventually he pushed the case back where he found it and ran over to her smiling like an idiot. It was only later that night when she settled the boys down to sleep did she confront her husband about it, she delighted in telling him of the mysterious change in personality the instrument had had over her son. He too began to think and then it was decided.
The next day the German boy awoke and looked to the foot of his bed and found the instrument case and a note
'Try not to break it'
A few years passed and both brothers played instruments. The eldest being 10 was consider strange. One reason being that he was albino; white haired and ruby eyed, people tended not to know how to act around him although he wasn't sure why. The second reason was he was disrespectful, in considerate and a slacker. Until he started to play, then he was considered a generous and a gentlemen, the complete change in personality brought on by his companion, his counterpart; his flute. After school, the boy would go to the music centre in the school (this is why he was attending this school, his parents didn't mind the extra expense seeing as their children were musical child prodigies) and there he would meet his younger brother who was now 9; with blond hair and blue eyes he would always be found in the same room, room nine, they named it their room for as the eldest had said
"It's the closest thing we got to German in this hell hole so it's ours!"
The eldest sat and listened as his brother played the trumpet skilfully, silent and appreciating of every note.
Then the younger sat and listened, it was their time together and they enjoyed every moment.
They never noticed the eyes that watched them.
Once more a few more years passed and it was the end of the eldest's first year of high school. However upon returning home he found his parents looking slightly worried. When he inquired as to the sullen looks on their faces, they began to smile happily at him telling him that both he and his brother had been accepted to a Music Academy and they were to start at the next term. Finding it strange but not wanting to question both boys packed some things and left their home and their lives behind. The younger stroked at the case that housed his trumpet as the journey bore on, feeling his brother's hand on his shoulder reassured him everything would be ok.
The shadows attacked their parents; the shadows attacked their home and dragged the female kicking screaming from the hands of the dying man.
This is where the true story begins…
"Yo! Ludwig? Ludwiggy wiggy wiggy!" The red eyes flashed as he strapped on his arm pad, he turned and adjusted the heat on the oven and pulled out the breakfast he had been cooking and plated it up and then pulling on his fingerless gloves as the younger of the two plodding into the kitchen adjusting his tie around his neck.
"Mein Gott Gilbert, could you be any louder?" he asked groaning a little as he slid the case onto the counter and propped himself up to eat, his brother across from him smiled as he noticed his brother had slicked his hair back
"Why so formal, bruder?" he snigger reaching forward to ruffle it. His hand was knocked away and Gilbert made playfully sounds of whimpering
"I want to make a good impression" he replied, this made his brother laugh as they both were going to have to wear helmets since he skateboarded while Ludwig rode a bike, more sissy in his opinion but each to their own. Waiting till the blond had finished he took the plate from the table and began to wash up. Ludwig reclaimed his instrument and began to wander outside leaving his brother to clean up.
It was September and the start of the new school year, Ludwig thinking how lucky he was that he would be in the first year so everyone would be new, his brother was the one who would have to catch up but Gilbert had been playing longer than him and took it upon himself to learn more advanced stuff. He wished his brother would apply himself in other areas too though. Sighing he slowly attached the case onto the rail on the back of his back, the bike in question was light blue and could be described as 'seen better days' he adjusted his helmet so it wouldn't mess up his hair so much and then straddled onto it. He was allowed to go off early since he knew his brother's ego would give him enough power to catch up.
"I'm so lost…ve~" the voice brought Ludwig to reality as he noticed a boy about his age ahead of him, slowing his bike to stop next to him. The boy was wearing the uniform of the music academy like he was; Navy blue blazer over the top of white shirt and tie and black trousers and shoes, the logo of the school gently graced the arm of the blazer sleeve. The boy had hazel eyes and reddish chestnut tinge to his hair. Ludwig found his eyes drawn to a wayward curl promptly dancing at the side of the boy's head as he panicked.
"Excuse me…need help?" Ludwig asked politely leaning his foot to the ground to steady himself. The boy smiled a little frightened and nodded
"I'm supposed to be starting school today at the academy, but my brother is the one who remembers the details like this but he is sick so he couldn't come with me, but he gave me a map, but then I saw this scary dog so I ran this way but I dropped the map and now I'll be late and fratello will yell at me and-"
"Breathe!" he ordered and the boy shut up and stared at him shocked
"Sorry" he laughed "Ve~ I forget sometimes I ramble when I am scared…I'm Feliciano are you going to the academy too?"
He nodded "I'm Ludwig; it's my first day too"
This seemed to excite the boy who immediately embraced the German, who in response when as stiff as a board. He really couldn't understand why the boy was so over affectionate
"Hey…your accent..." Feliciano asked pulling away "Are you from Germany?"
"Ja…I am…" Ludwig wondered if this meant anything
"Hey that's so great!" the boy cried a little too loudly "I'm also not from around here I'm from Italy, are you living in the student's flats?"
"Ja, me and my bruder are living there, are you and your brother living there too?" he asked
"Ve~ Si, mi fratello and I are staying there, he told me to leave early because I would get lost but I told him that I wouldn't get lost, because I am reliable."
"And now here we are" Ludwig let out a laugh and the boy smiled.
"Si…" he seemed down, Ludwig felt bad.
"How long have you been out here? Are you tired?"
"A few hours at most, and I am a little tired from the running and the getting lost" the boy laughed nervously then watched in confusion as the boy kicked the stand out and went to undoing the case on the back, he turned and handed it to Feliciano
"Hold this, sit there" he ordered and got back on the bike. A little unsure at first and then breaking into a smile, he sat himself on the luggage tray on the bike and gripped onto Ludwig as he set off again.
He had to admit it was a little scary but he was having fun feeling the wind through his hair like this and getting lost meant he made a new friend
"Yo West, you left without me, so unawesome!" The albino beamed as he slid alongside the back and noticed the new member of the bike "Hey there, I'm Gilbert"
"Feliciano" he smiled "Are you new too?"
"Yeah that's me, but I'm in the year above you so you won't see me as much as you want, it's un-awesome I know but I'll make up for it with the times you do see me"
"You really are stupid sometimes" Ludwig growled.
"But you love me West, ja?" Gilbert laughed. Feliciano smiled and then turned to the albino
"Why do you call Luddy West?"
"Luddy?" Ludwig whispered and Gilbert laughed
"Oh, that's a wonderfully awesome story Feli" he cleared his throat "Our house was set out so it was facing south, Ludwig could never remember where his room was so I called him West because his room was is the west of the house, and I am East because my room is on the east side of the house see?"
"Ve~ that is so clever!" Feliciano giggled oblivious to the groaning blond who was blushing embarrassed at the reasoning to his nickname. He began to block them out as Feliciano and Gilbert began to talk together all the way to the academy itself. When they arrived, Ludwig went and attached his bike to the rack followed by the Italian who still carried the case
"So…what do you two play?" he asked playfully tracing the clasp lock on the case.
"I play the trumpet…" Ludwig whispered, sometimes he got a bit embarrassed as the instrument was not known for its delicate sound
"Oh wow, that's so cool, brass instruments are so hard to play you must be really amazing Luddy"
"Thanks…Feli"
The boy veh-ed happily as he received a nickname from his friend. Gilbert smiled removing his instrument case from the bag and attached the skateboard instead, after all that's what it is meant to be for
"I'm a flute player" he smirked and laughed at the bewildered look on the boy "Yeah I know, but I am so awesome I make even the woodwind section rock out" to this he laughed.
"Ve~ I play violin" he smiled glancing at the case strapped to his back
They chatted happily together unaware of a few of the students coming over, all three carrying guitar cases they walked over laughing at some invisible joke. Feliciano crept closer to Ludwig as the boys approached. Gilbert laid his things on the floor and turned to the newcomers
"Can I help you?"
"You're new here… so we'd thought we'd let you know who's in charge"
"Obviously not you…" the ruby eyes flashed again this time with annoyance
"Little freak we'll teach you"
Grabbed roughly from behind Gilbert found his arms. He struggled but found he was over powered. He growled as he saw the ugliest one pick up HIS instrument, how dare he put his un-awesome hands all over it!
"We're going to have to confiscate this and fine tune it" the boy laughed. And the albino flipped, using the man who restricted his movement, he launched his leg up and smashed it into the guy's wrist propelling the box in the air. As he fell back he used the momentum to throw the boy holding him over his head into his boss and moving quickly used the heap to shoot up and grab his flute case landed and instantly punching an oncoming assailant. Smirked he shot his leg backward and it collided into the face of the leader who had gotten back up. Once satisfied, he adjusted his tie and carefully opened the case to inspect his joy
"Phew…Your un-awesomeness didn't get on her"
There was a cry as Feli jumped up and down "That…that was amazing Gilbert!"
The Albino blushed and laughed "It was nothing for the awesome me!"
Ludwig laughed, if there was one thing you never touched it was Gilbert's flute, the same flute he dug out of his mother's wardrobe where his mother caught he playing a tune, which later she gave to him to learn. It was really valuable to him and no other instrument compared to it. He followed the toy excitable boys into the school. He wondered what the new school would be like.
The small sound of a guitar filled the courtyard, deep and raw in sound it was a peaceful noise, the wind around the play seemed to dance to the tune, a smile lay on his lips gently and warming against his tanned skin. His hair was a deep brunette colour. He sat leant against the tree humming along as he played. Once he stopped so did the wind and he opened his eyes to reveal deep emerald orbs he snuck a glance at the White haired male as he entered the school building and chuckled
"So mi amigo" he laughed, referring to his guitar in some endearing tone "it looks like this year might not be such a bore after all"
He smiled and leant his head against the tree closing his eyes and listening to his surrounding, he remembered he needed to do something, but his mind was still foggy, sighing in annoyance he decided he should get up and head to class.