Title: One More Time Again

Title: One More Time Again

Author: Heaven Lea

Pairings: 8059

Rating: K

Word Count: 378

Disclaimer: I will never own Reborn. Simple as that.

A/N: I needed something fresh.

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His fingers trembled as they had rest against the keys, wondering if he could really ever do it again. The silver haired man honestly didn't know if he was ever going to be able to play the instrument he loved so much. Even through the years of rejecting the possibility of playing the piano compared to playing with dynamite, he always held the objects near and dear to his heart. However, there was one thing in the way.

That set of hands had been through so much, it would have been a wonder if they would work as smoothly as they used to back in the day when he was a child, before the terrible cookie incident.

Hayato pressed down on a few keys, a rush running through him. There couldn't and wouldn't have been another time in his life when he would like to play the wonderful pieces he used to be able to string out on long, thrilling threads that varied with pitch and sound. The flow used to be so exquisite, he was positive there would never be a time where he could do it again.

Automatically, his hand fell away from the row of black and white, gray-green optics shutting in sadness. There was no way in hell he'd be able to pull out the shortest of strings from the depths of his memory; no way he could have the perfection he so desired at the moment.

A set of strong arms had wrapped around his thin frame in moments, however, words coaxing him on were being whispered in his ear.

"Love of mine, I know you can do whatever you put your mind to, and just because your fingers may have become clumsy, just think that you'll never be as bad as me…" Takeshi urged, arms slipping away to take the pale, bony hands he'd become accustomed to grabbing at times. He set the pair atop the keys, strength returning once more to the smaller's waist.

And just those words got that long string of perfection to ease out so smoothly, he forgot that there was a word called music, and that there were a few things he was always told.

If you give up, who is going to hear the beautiful sound?