A.N.: hello to all! I know I have lots of fics but I really need to write this down or my idea will disappear. This would only be short probably 10 chapters but I'm not too sure, depends on my mood. Well anyway here it goes.
Summary: In the year 1984 an unknown red star exploded. The incident happens again in the year 2004. And with that, two people mysteriously stumble into a broken short wave radio and started to know each other. But soon found out they are from both different time. Is it possible for love to exist wherein they are 2 decade apart? But after all they were still under the same sky . . .
Under the Same Sky "--After all we're still under the same sky. . ."~*~
Prologue: Symphony of the Rain
The sun didn't rise that early Saturday morning and the clouds we're too thick for the sun to peak. There was really nothing else to do on this cold harsh morning but to lie around lazily.
It wasn't really the freezing atmosphere that makes this day so gloomy, just the intimidating feeling that was starting to form into his mind.
He turns to his right to look outside to foggy window mirror. Few droplets of water began to pour outside. Tapping towards the hard pavement on the street making a concerto, he's eyes gazing at the old grandfather's clock that was pointed to seven. Slowly he stood from his chair and went over to the untouched old calendar. It was dated year 1984, 20 years apart from this moment.
For a second of looking onto the old calendar, he's eyes wandered into something else like an old picture frame. There was a picture of a young girl maybe on the age of seven who has short auburn hair and the most remarkable green eyes. Funny it seems old, like everything in the house; they were all been left by time.
It seems that he's the only one who noticed the loud knocking of sky's tears in the glass window. The whole mansion was quiet and empty; just the concerto the rain makes together with the ticking clock was all that he could hear. His footsteps against the wooden floor doesn't even create a sound there was really nothing to do. But there was something in this place that he couldn't put down, a strange melancholy feeling, with a bit of nostalgia and enthusiasm.
His amber eyes were captured once again by the angelic face of the girl on the picture frame. Her smile was summarizing her fun-filled life. His expression changed into a frown. There was something beneath the exterior of this girl, like he was part of those smile. His fingers caress the photo, then found its way to the girl's hand. Her right hand was holding a violin while her left hand was cut in the middle it was folded. He gingerly holds the frame beginning to unfold the photo.
"I never thought you would turn to be a nosy man, Syaoran." A middle-aged woman said, entering the stillroom.
"Nadesico-san! I didn't mean to snoop on your things, it's just that I—I don't have anything to do and--" he babbled looking down oh his feet, retreating the attempt to see the folded picture.
"It's quite alright. These aren't my things either." She smiled looking tenderly to Syaoran. Her features were still fine looking despite of her age the traces of beauty in her youth remains untouched. "I can't really blame you, there's nothing much to do on an old lady's mansion, who's living all alone." She continued her sea green eyes focused on Syaoran who was finding the floor interesting.
"Your wrong about that Nadesico-san. I like this place very much, its quiet unlike in the crowded city of Hong Kong." He brought up his face finally staring back at Nadesico's eyes. "You used to hate this place 20 years ago." She replied her hands placed on her back.
"I did?" he asked and Nadesico chuckled lightly at his face. "Yes, Yes . . . back when you were still five years old." She bit her lips and stares into an empty space. "Do you remember that girl on the picture?" she asked not looking at him. "No. . . But somehow I could feel I have connections to—her. But then I was blind—twenty years ago." he answered with a poignant amber eyes.
"She was my only daughter, Sakura." Her eyes look wistful for a moment but she closed them and sighed. "She was seven, while you were five back then when you meet her. I remember vividly that day were you two met. Your whole house was on fire and you're trap inside but nobody is brave enough to save you, only Sakura has the courage to go up and save you regardless of her young age. Do you remember that?" she asked, eyes still closed. "I only remember fragments, but of course I still remember that incident. It is when—it is when I got blind."
"She was far more intellectual than any other kids in her age. Always top-notched in every field whether it is academically or sport. But she always has this passion with music. Do you remember how she taught you how to play the violin despite your handicap?" she opens her eyes again and tears began to fall. "But then . . . she died being hit by a truck. She was—she was going to give you your necklace . . . but--" she paused and wipe her tears away. "I-I'm sorry, you might be tired you go upstairs now and rest a bit." Nadesico bit down her lips and started to walk away. "Nadesico-san--" he started but was immediately interrupted. "It's okay, just go rest for now." She said, her voice pleading.
'I know it's strange for a blind five years old boy to remember things vividly. I didn't exactly know everything but I know it's clear for me --- that day I remember so clearly now, just like this moment--- I hear the symphony of the rain. . .'
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He sits alone on his bed still hearing the loud knocking of the rain. The old television was turned on and was switch to the news channel.
News Advisory: --Just this morning another unknown red star exploded similar to the one that had exploded twenty years ago which has a strange effect among our satellites, radio waves and other communication apparatus. Astronomers and other experts concerning to this field was still researching for this unsolved case to know the reason for this stra---
The television was switched off. He lied down on his bed closing his eyes until he heard some grumbling noise under him. He frowned and looked down to locate the noise. He peered down and sees a black object vibrating. He reached down and picked it up. It was an old radiophone.
He grimaced at the black radiophone and started playing with it by pressing the buttons consecutively. Suddenly the grumbling noise came again as he pressed the red button.
"-H-he-he-lloooo?" a voice came through the phone. He raised a brow and press the suspicious red button and it talked again. "H-hey t-this is Sakura, is anyone there?"
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A.N.: I'm done! Wai! Hehe I know everythings not so clear yet but its on the plot. You guys just have to go with the flow. Now please leave a review! Tell me If this is worth continuing for me to know I'm not just writing for thin air okay??? Soooooooooooooo press that button down there!