A/N: Alright, kids, Coco96 asked if I could make a series out f 'Everlasting Melody.' And quite truthfully, I have no idea how this is going to happen, so bear with me if I have to go back to revise countless times or just...stop. You know, like leave the story...or something. Hiatus. Yeah. I'm not the most committed person you can find, so don't blame me! :P ...mkay, so you should blame me, but still!
Summary: She was the calm pianist, soothing the frazzled nerves of whoever was listening, and he was the diva, the one commanding the school with responsibilities burdening his back. AtobexOC
Warnings: There will be mentions of yaoi in later chapters. Be sure to have a mouse at hand, because this will be quite cheesy and cliche. Full of mozzarella...or some other cheese. American. Laughing Cow Cheese. I'm getting off topic...oh. This will be my fail version of humour. And this will be a story of UNREQUITED LOVE. Just a heads up. My horrible attempt at humour will most likely make you lose a couple brain cells. Or maybe half of them...you get the point.
Disclaimer: You know that tennis rackets the 200+ members of the Hyotei tennis club seem to have? You'll get whacked with them, and I do not own.
A Melody To Remember: Prologue
"She's so talented!"
"Oh, Misa-chan is so pretty! That purple dress really suits her."
"Wow! Isn't she the president of the Music Club in Hyotei?"
Music flowed around the listeners in the concert hall. Low chattered filled the grand space, staying quiet enough to show respect for the performer. It was, after all, a wedding, and complete silence was relatively rare during such a happy celebration.
Taname Misa was supposed to be the background music. She'd been invited to play for one of her father's friends, and she'd accepted. However, the attention shifted from the newly married couple to her for some odd reason. Ah well.
She played the typical Beethoven Moonlight Sonata, 1st movement. It was such a simple, overplayed, and overrated piece. And everybody loved it. But...meh, she was here to please the masses, right? The role of a performer is to please his or her audience, so that is what she was going to do. And not agitate the poor listeners with furious flurry of notes that accompanies the other movements of Beethoven's famous sonata. Even if the reaction would be quite amusing to watch.
Humming, she moved on to another piece, making sure to use the soft pedal to dull the sounds.
"Misa-chan, your playing is so pretty! As to be expected from the daughter of the reknown Taname Mizuki!" the bride tittered happily, looking over the girl's shoulder to watch the swift fingers.
"Thank you, Hitake-san. Congratulations on the marriage," she smiled back, tilting her face slightly to the side while keeping a close watch on the keys. It wouldn't do to make a horrible blunder in front of so many people!
Hitake Mika smiled widely, nearly ecstatically. "Oh, thank you! Keep up that beautiful playing!"
The bride was then swept away by her husband, who wrapped her in his arms and guided her back to the crowd.
It must be nice to have someone to love.
She mused on that fact. Well, that sounded depressing. Oh no, she had people to love. In fact, she loved her parents dearly. Her father doted on her music skills, and her mother supported her all the way.
A perfectly loving family. Really. No sarcasm there.
...really.
However, she wanted a friend. Not somebody who served her because she was the president of the music club, nor because he or she wanted to gain favors from her to help in his own music career. She wanted a genuine friend...well, she had Maika, but Maika had other friends to hang around with...and sometimes, truthfully, she'd rather not hang around the hyperactive girl.
It was sad, really, that everybody was so intimidated by her. She was just a small, petite, pale, fragile thing, right?
She absentmindedly moved on to a more...angsty piece. Everybody backed away a few paces. Oh yes, in their eyes, the petite girl was quite scary when she played.
Too bad she didn't know it.
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Taname Misa walked into Hyotei Gakuen, uniform impeccably tidy on her petite form, hair done in a half ponytail. Her golden eyes glinted in the sunlight, casting an almost metallic sheen on them. She was relatively pleased with her body, actually. Pretty, but not overly so. Not quite ugly, either.
Well, there was one thing that she didn't like about her body.
That pale, pale skin just never seemed to tan! She remembered just yesterday asking a little boy for directions, and the boy ran away, screaming about ghosts. Misa was relatively offended by that...
Anyways, she thought, dragging her thoughts from the random tangent they were going in. Today was only the second week of school, unfortunately, and she had to get the Music Club organized in time for the Start-of-Year Festival. How troublesome.
She quickly put her things in her locker and shut it, glancing at her watch. She still had an hour before she had to get to class, so she had time to practice.
Practice what? She mused, putting her finger on her chin and wondering, eyebrows furrowed. She stared at the ceiling, pondering the question, a clueless look on her face.
She just practiced the piano last night, and her flute skills had been polished at that camp in Italy over the summer. Oh...violin.
She winced, heading towards the storage room for the various instruments the members of the club owned. Opening her own locker, which contained a myriad of instruments, she felt a warmth at all of the cases in front of her. The cello took up some room, and the tuba was no small thing either. Well, the piccolo and the flute were stored safely in their own little corner. She doubted anyone would want to hear the high whistle of the piccolo this early in the morning. Heck, she didn't even want to hear it this early in the morning!
She finally spotted her violin case and scowled, reaching to pick it up. Of all the instruments, violin had to be her worst...! It was one of the prettiest ones, too.
Lamenting her failure in that one area, she glanced at her watch to see that only three minutes had passed during her slight random ramble in her head.
Really, this was exactly why she needed friends! Time passed waaaaaay too slowly.
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Atobe Keigo rubbed his temples, scowling. Really, it was too early in the morning to do paperwork for the student council. It was only the third week too, sadly enough.
Glaring down at the forms, he carelessly signed some.
"Atobe, I hope that you know that you just signed the form from some of the students petitioning for the cafeteria to provide more Ponta. It won't be good for the students' waistlines," a baritone voiced stated, rather amused.
The silver haired man scowled again before turning, leaning his head on his hand and glared up at the blue haired tensai. "Oshitari, what are you doing here?"
"It's time for tennis practice, and I didn't want the infamous captain to be late," he said offhandedly, shrugging. "I figured you had a reputation to keep."
Standing, Atobe nodded his thanks. Putting back on his jacket, he grabbed the papers and shoved them rather ungracefully into his bag.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
It was people like Oshitari who kept him sane...somewhat. True, Oshitari sometimes contributed to his growing stress, but Atobe figured the tensai's benefits outweighed his burdens.
Standing by the fences, he observed the two hundred and something odd members striving to impress their captain. Well, that plan was majestically failing.
As he watched another failed attempt of a smash from a first year, he shook his head in an effort to get rid of his headache. Maybe he needed more sleep.
Or maybe it was that screeching violin that they had heard when passing the music hallway.
Atobe twitched at the murdering of one of his favorite instruments. Really, now, who could play the violin so badly? He had half the mind to just march up to the room containing the poor excuse of a musician and to scold him or her until they were a trembling mass at the feet of the great king.
He twitched, remembering the poor piece that the violinist was butchering. He'd rather listen to that horrible boy...Joustan Beebar? Chustin Beaver? Ah well. Whatever that boy's name was.
He watched another poor tennis player hit the floor from tripping on a tennis ball.
How was he going to survive this year?
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A/N: I apologize. That was my attempt at humour. I know it sucked so...yeah. This was mainly an opening, an introduction and a little insight into the demented minds of Taname Misa and Atobe Keigo. Review, please! I'd really appreciate it if you'd do that. I'd also update faster...! *hint hint nudge nudge*