The French city of Lyon was abuzz with early morning food shopping, the winter sky a blanket of blue, no cloud threatening to ruin the wonderfully frosty day.

A boy, maybe sixteen, people watched from his third-story pent house, a smile fluttering to his large, pink lips. Little kids clung to their mothers, wanting to be held by their mother just as their siblings were. Old business men carrying vegetables for themselves, wives loaded down with the freshest of food.

It was early in the morning when the most exciting things happened.

Tamaki Suoh stepped back from his window, clipping the lacy curtains back so that the sun touched his perfect white piano, the bench warm and inviting.

Winter holidays aloud Tamaki to play for however long he wanted, in the solidarity of his apartment. Sweet interlacing melodies flowed from his fingers, a second nature to the almost grown boy.

Pass bury stopped and watched the curtains of Tamaki's room flutter from the brisk wind, his expert playing carried from one street to the next, calming even the hardest of souls.

A soft knock at his door interrupted his playing, the world slowly starting to be set in motion again.

"Yes?" He called, quickly grabbing a dress shirt to cover his bear chest before he greeted his guest.

"It's us, Mister Tamaki. We've brought the student your father told you about? Are you ready to see him?" The voices that spoke to him were his personal guards, his beloved friends.

"Of course! Please, please bring him in!" Tamaki cried, his face lighting up with child-like excitement at the idea of a new friend! His father had said this new student, fresh from his father's home in Japan, was a violin player. The sweet music they would play together during their stay together. From almost the same social standing of Tamaki back in Japan, the boy (roughly Tamaki's age, as well) was sure to have been trained with the best of the best. Julliard, perhaps?

Tamaki waited with his fingers laced in anticipation as the door creaked open, revealing a stunning boy holding non other than a violin case.

"Mister Tamaki, please meet your new roommate, Mister Ootori Kyouya," Tamaki's body guard bowed to their new Japanese guest before closing the door behind him.

A short moment of silence followed as the boys took in one another, staring each other down.

"Well, hi, Ootori Kyouya-kun. May I just call you Kyouya?" Tamaki beamed, reaching out a hand towards Kyouya, who took it with a bit of hesitation. He nodded at Tamaki's request.

"Would you like to speak in French or Japanese?" Tamaki asked, smile not wavering.

"Japanese for now, please. It's a pleasure to meet you," Kyouya smiled, his eyes closing into perfect arches adorned with thick lashes. Tamaki swooned, happy to have gotten such a wonderful room mate.

"Kyouya, I'll show you around. You can leave your things in your room. Please, follow me." Tamaki motioned for Kyouya to follow him through the living room and down a long photo-adorned hallway.

"Here we are, Kyouya! Your new room! Welcome to France!" Tamaki's smile was sunshine as he opened the door to his friend's new room. Kyouya stepped quickly in, surveying the surrounding. Tiny flowers on the top of the bed frame, clean linins, a hand crafted desk made of cherry oak. Really, very beautiful.

And a music stand with an upright piano.

"Is there a piano is every room?" Kyouya asked, turning toward his host. Tamaki shook his head.

"I had it brought in here because I heard you play violin and piano. I hope that in time you can play piano for me, as well. Maybe we can duet?"

Kyouya stiffened, unable to look at Tamaki.

"I...Don't know about that. I'm not that good…" He whispered.

"But I heard you've won national competitions! I bet that you're reall-" he was cut off by Kyouya interrupting him.

'I'm really sorry, Suoh. But…could I have some privacy? I'm jet lagged and…" Kyouya tampered off, placing his violin down. "And I'd like to play in private."

Tamaki stopped, frowning, but accepted Kyouya's need for privacy. He glanced back at Kyouya as he closed the door, and caught the swiftest glint of something in his eye as he gazed at his violin.

Wistfulness?

But he shook it off, and told his guest good night.

Maybe he would play alone tonight….again.

A/N

Omg…it's been a solid six months since I've updated. Sorry :c

Anyone who reads my work on a regular bases knows I'm a very serious musician. I've played French horn for 5 years, 3 years seriously (ie. Practicing, orchestra, auditions FOR orchestras, etc.) and I'm dedicated and am in love with my instrument so much LOL. Next year in winter I hope to try out the violin. C:

Some of my friends play violin very well…like…so well it's really scary. (LOL)

Sooo….This is my first yaoi piece for anime (I wrote one for Harry Potter…but that was 3 years ago ^^). I'm partial to music and Kyouya+ Tamaki.

I'd really love your reviews! 333

Recommended piece for this chapter: Winter Sonata - My Memory (Piano Instrumental)