Konichiwa! Welcome to my second fanfiction! Okay, so first thing's first. I really enjoyed writing this story because it has a different writing style than my first one (A Fateful Engagement). Anyway, as I was saying I really enjoyed writing this story so I hope you readers will enjoy reading it as much as I do. *Character descriptions are from the anime, but the characters are the same*

Song Pick: Brand New Breeze by Kanon

Disclaimer: La Corda D'oro is not mine or else I would've made the couple be together already. DUH! (It was pointless to put disclaimers on every chapter, so I'll just do it at the beginning. The point is it doesn't belong to me.)

Guardian Angel

A La Corda d'Oro Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Snow…that was all she could see around her. Then, the pink sakura tree above her made her realize that she wasn't completely surrounded by snow. A sakura tree garden surrounded her on all sides and it never seemed to end. The world looked like a winter wonderland, and it made her smile. "Finally," her voice was barely audible. "I…es…caped." The skinny girl only wore a red trench coat and worn leather boots, which were clearly uncomfortable in the freezing weather. The rectangular maroon case that was strapped on her back slid to the side. A cold wind breezed by, and she instantly sneezed. Her cheeks and nose were a crimson red color, almost like fire. When you touched her, it seemed like she would break, like glass. Pale white snow buried the tips of her fire-engine hair and the snow piled on. Nails that were originally pink (she'd never painted them in her life), gradually turned an unnaturally purple color on her pale skin. Another breeze flew by and the snow blew faster, shaking the trees with a great rustle as if an invisible hand forced them to shake. The tree near her shook and thousands of petals gracefully floated to the ground.

"Pre…tty," As she raised her hand up to catch a petal, her system shut down and became lifeless. She plunged into another world of never ending darkness, the place she hated the most. Her eyes drooped down as she managed to scream another word before she fainted. "No!" Her pale hand loosed around the petal that she'd managed to grasp before she closed her eyes.

And in her faint subconsciousness, there appeared a cold blue haired man playing a very delicate piece on violin. He appeared very much like an angel. Who is this? It's...Ave Maria…beautiful.

"Damn that Kazuki," Len grunted. It wasn't everyday that he got kicked out of his own home. He stepped outside of his house, carrying his precious violin in its fragile case. His golden eyes scanned the horizon, only seeing snow, snow, and…more snow. Where am I going to practice now?

:-:Len's house; approximately 40 minutes ago:-:

Ding~dong~ding~dong~ding~dong~ding~dong~ding~dong~ding~dong~ding~dong~ding~dong!

The messy blue haired man woke up with a groan, waking up from his sleep. He threw over his covers and lazily got out of his comfortable bed. "Who in the world would be up at," he glanced over at his alarm clock. "…seven in the morning?" His face recovered from his yawn as he began to realize that only one person in the whole entire universe would wake up early in the morning and still have the energy to annoy people. Hihara Kazuki. His slippers slid one after another down the elaborate modern stairs. Reluctantly, he paused at the bottom of the stairs and continued to walk to the front door before halting at his frosted French glass door again. He slapped himself in the forehead.

A distinct loud slap could be heard on the other side of the door where the eager green haired man stood with his chocolate colored trumpet case. He shivered through his white athletic leather jacket and a single red lanyard drooped out of his cargo pants. The sun's rays reflected off of his tan skin and his muscled arm went up to his chin in thought. "What the hell is taking Tsukimori so long? Is he slapping himself to wake himself up? That's an old trick, not to mention that's pretty insane for Tsukimori." Right after he said that, the door creaked a small crack and a golden eye peered out at him. "Hihara-senpai, what the hell are you doing in front of my house?" The chilly air made him shiver in his pajamas.

"Tsukimori!" Kazuki exclaimed with all of his energy. "I came to practice! Oh, and don't call me senpai anymore! We're already out of school you know!"

Except you. You still act like a kid. "Uuuughhhhhh," was the reply that came out of the grumpy, disheveled guy. He "accidentally" left the door open and flopped onto his sleek black leather couch. He didn't even bother to pick up his newspaper that was sadly perched upon his doorstep. A draft of cold air sent Kazuki jumping into the house and closing the door with a crashing bang. "Man, its cold outside~!"

"Kazuki, why are you coming over to practice at my house?" Len spoke with his arm over his eyes. This really can't be happening.

The athletic man plopped on the same exact sofa across from him. "Well, I was practicing my trumpet at five in the morning for the upcoming concert Kanayan told us to do, you know," he paused and took out his silver trumpet that shone in the sunlight. "But the neighbors and Yunoki complained about the noise, so I had to go someplace else to practice. Tsuchiura told me to go to hell and slammed the door in my face." He counted his fingers down, not worrying about the insult. "Shimizu was still sleeping next to his cello, I bet. And Fuyuumi told me to go to your place since her house was also surrounded by grouchy people." The electric bulb smile lit up on his face as he explained further. "And so, I've ended up at your place since your neighbors are a mile away, so they probably wouldn't hear me."

The couch groaned and protested under Len's weight as he shifted his position. "Yeah, well just practice in one of those practice rooms down the hall," his finger pointed to where a row of rooms lined the hall. "I'm going to make breakfast and change." Blue slippers scratched the marble tiled floor and he made his way to the modern stairs.

"Hey Len!" Hihara hesitated before speaking another word. Len turned to face him with his eyes half opened, expecting more to come out of his mouth. "Nothing. I'll tell you when you finish changing."

Len felt that something was wrong, but disregarded the feeling. He strode toward his room on the second floor, stopping in his room to look longingly at his fluffy bed which was pushed into the north wall. A comfy looking blue, white, and green plaid blanket was stretched across the king sized canopy bed. Foam pillows were covered in black and white music notes. The sheets were even made of blue and white decorative microfibers. Soft light caramel curtains were stretched on top of the entire bed. True, the appearance of it was distorted, but it was comfy nevertheless. On the entire left side of his wall were floor to ceiling windows that were covered with thick blue satin curtains. He yanked them apart and flinched at the bright sunlight. The windows overlooked a side of the iced and chilly garden and part of the partly busy city. He looked back to the right wall which had plenty of books showcased in built in bookshelves. Music books, fiction books, biographies, literature, he had them all in his room. On the southern wall was his idle white Mac computer, nestled on a clean obsidian desk. A lonely crystal ball that shone in the sunlight was sitting in between other souvenirs and decorations. He sighed and ran his index finger over the ball and walked into the walk-in closet that was next to his desk. A full length mirror hung on one wall as he chose his outfit of the day.

A crisp long sleeve shirt clung to him and he wore a simple vest over it. Brown trousers rolled down to his ankles. Carefully closing the door to his room, he thought of what to eat for breakfast. Yogurt should do for today. At the end of the stairs, he was not in the least bit surprised to see Hihara rummaging through his refrigerator and tossing out all the food that was in it.

"Dude, there's like nothing in your refrigerator! All of this is healthy stuff and half of it is sugar-free yogurt! How could you survive on this stuff in your entire life?" Shaggy green hair and hazel eyes peered over the refrigerator door. "Hey Tsukimori! You can tell me stuff you know. Are you on a diet?"

"No, I'm not. Didn't you eat breakfast already?" His hands gracefully picked up his precious sugar-free yogurt from the floor. Pulling out a silver spoon from the kitchen drawer, he went to his glass table in the dining room and started eating. Snow fell outside another full length window that was stretched on a wall and danced in the breeze, creating a show of entertainment.

A stomach growl roared and echoed in the kitchen. Hihara put his hands over his stomach. "I did, but I'm still hungry after eating four waffles."

"How can you call yourself hungry after eating four waffles? Are you even human?" Another spoonful of pink yogurt entered his mouth. "Go buy your own breakfast if you don't like eating my food."

A light bulb flashed through Hihara's mind. He grabbed Len's arm and dragged him to the front door. "You can buy breakfast," He dug in his pockets and gave Len a crumpled piece of paper money. "You can practice outside while you're at it." He threw Len's navy violin case near the door and Len caught it with an added "oomph". Hihara opened the door and pushed Len outside of his house.

"That jerk…," He shivered in his clothes while the snow blew around behind him. He began to feel the after effects of the snow and his hand shook as he reached for the knob. Hihara opened the door for a split second and threw a thick coat and his shoes at him. A click resounded from the door. Len shook the knob again, but it was as clear to him that he was locked out of his own home. The coat flopped on the ground pathetically after it wasn't caught by its owner, who was shaking from the cold. He slowly raised his head to look at the warm body that was in his house, pushing away the thick curtains that covered the windows. The warm body inside pulled up the blinds and wrote something on a piece of paper. He posted it on the window.

"'Sorry, Tsukimori-kun. I wanted to practice alone and I had to get you outside of the house so you wouldn't be bothered too. You know it's loud, even in the practice room! I'll leave the door unlocked when I'm done. But you should go outside and walk around; enjoy yourself a little! Arigato! P.S. Drop some breakfast by my house later. Don't hate me! -Hihara Kazuki.'"

The pathetic man that got kicked out of his own home took one lasting look at the warm body that blew his trumpet around the heated house (It was still loud, even with the house's four walls), and hastily snatched his coat off the snowy ground. He laced up his shoes, scolding himself. "If you really wanted me to buy you some breakfast, then why didn't you throw the cars key too," Len grunted and walked away from his house on the stony path. "And I didn't even finish my yogurt yet."

:-:Back to the Present:-:

Len wrapped his coat around his body tighter as a cold wind bit by. An idea flashed through his mind. His nearly frozen hand somehow managed to pick up his violin case; his feet led him to the one place where no one would think of going at seven forty in the morning. The sakura garden.

Some how in some way or another, the garden calmed him down a little. It was beautiful, especially in the winter and spring. The way the petals danced downward towards the floor; it was just mystical. Practicing in front of immobile objects was a lot better for him than practicing in front of people. Although it was much easier, he still strived for perfection in every practice and in every performance. He had never let his feelings affect his routine, like Hihara and Ryou. However, he had started to notice something in every performance/contest he attended. The judges always placed him in first place, but he felt something was missing in his music. He knew he had gotten every pitch, note, tempo, and dynamic right. But still, he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Something was missing.

Quietly, he made his way through the ebony iron gates of the garden and picked a clearing. As expected, nobody was in the garden early in the morning, although the gates usually opened at five. That meant no one would hear him play, and he didn't expect anyone to listen. His shoes made dents in the soft snow. The sky above was still grey and dark from the previous snowfall, but it seemed like it was letting up a little. Sakura petals continued to dance and bounce around him. It was the perfect setting to practice where no one could hear him. He set down his violin case in the snow and opened it. The hazel violin gleamed in the sunlight. I haven't played this since last week, haven't I? His mouth curled up.

Carefully lifting his violin like a newborn baby, he reached for the bow, ready to play the song that popped in his mind. Pulling the bow, a light note was played. He closed his eyes, beginning to play groups of notes that sounded like a bird's song. Light and melodic, he began to hum the song in his head. Yes, just like this. Now it's ti-

"No!"

A shriek interrupted his thoughts and caught his attention. The bow played one last note before Len's long, slender fingers meticulously placed his violin in its case. What was that? Who was that? The shriek seemed to be nearby. Luckily, he had trained his ears before to listen to his mistakes in his practices, so finding a person yelling wasn't bound to be that hard. The rhythmic pace quickly turned into a dash.His violin case weighed him down as he made bigger dents in the new snow. Everywhere he looked, sakura petals were falling, making it harder to track where he had been, except by his footsteps. I'm sure it was here somewhere…maybe…here? He looked behind the trunk of a tree and found was he was looking for. A person.

A girl actually. She was sprawled on the ground, hair being all over the place, much like fire. Faint breaths of air could be seen and he could tell she was physically weak. A maroon case was next to her and he knew, by the shape and size, that it was a violin case. The case was just like his, except a different color. Her face was scarlet and she looked like she urgently needed a doctor.

"Hey! Are you okay?" He shook her shoulder which was colder than his hand. His knees were on the ground as he leaned in closer to observe her. The redhead slowly opened her eyes and only blinked in response. "We need to get you to the doctor."

An arm held Len's sleeve tightly. Her striking hazel eyes looked at him directly. Although she couldn't say anything, she just shook her head.

"You don't want to go to the hospital?"

She shook her head again.

His hand involuntarily combed through his hair as he tried to think of a solution. What was he going to do with a weak girl that didn't want to go to the hospital or a doctor? There's only one way. His eyes glanced at her for a moment. "You really leave me no choice then."

The redhead gave him a questioning look, but she didn't want to ask a stranger what he was going to do. He seems like a good person... His vibes seemed good to her as well, so she decided to trust a stranger for the first time. I'm sick anyway, and I really can't do much. She just hoped that he wouldn't be perverted like those creeps in the movies. But if he was, then she had an escape plan in mind, ready to strike.

She watched him silently. Len took both violin cases, took the strap from the redhead, and attached it around himself. He snapped both violin cases to it. His honey golden eyes pierced into hers. She stared at him back and wondered what he was going to do. He's like a gentleman. Not many guys are nice like that. I thought...that guys like that were extinct. Her head was cocked, wondering.

The redhead didn't feel any better physically, but she was touched by his kindness. "Who are you?" she wondered in her mind. "Most people would ignore people when they are in need. I mean, what do you want from me?" She reminded herself to thank him (That is, if he didn't do any thing nasty to her), and leave once she felt better. Suddenly, it seemed like she was lifted from the ground, princess style. Her chocolate eyes traced up to the man. Their faces were so close; she could feel every breath that he took. And then, blood ran up to her cheeks. She had never been carried by another person before. He carried her in his arms, walking out of the fancy garden gates. His destination: his house.

"Damn it, Hihara. Why didn't he throw my car keys at me too? It's a good thing the garden and my apartment are within walking distance," Len complained. The redheaded girl couldn't help but smile a little. "You're light. Did you even eat?" She only nodded silently. Her head was buried into his coat for warmth. It felt like a pillow and she inevitably fell into a deep sleep. But not before saying a muttered "Thank you".

And if the redhead stayed up for 10 seconds, she could've seen Tsukimori blush. For a little while.

:-:Len's house; 30 minutes later:-:

After the long thirty minute walk, Len was shaking everywhere from head to toe. He looked at the redheaded girl, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. How is it possible that a weightless girl like her could weigh a hundred pounds later? A block of wood prevented the front door from locking itself. He kicked the door open with his toe and laid the fragile girl on the leather couch. Locking the door again, he looked over to the window. The piece of paper Hihara wrote on was still there. Len ripped it in two, pulled down the blinds, and pushed the curtains. He wasn't expecting another visitor, since he already had a surprise visit and he rescued a person. That was enough for him to handle. A sigh blew out of him and he unsnapped the strap that held both cases. He removed his case and set the red one on the coffee table. Just in case.

Up the stairs he went. Is this really okay? What if she steals something? He set down the heavy coat on the bed and went downstairs to check on the redhead again. She was still unconscious, as if she entered a long coma. She barely stayed conscious when I walked home. He walked over to her, running his hand over her forehead. It felt like her head was about to burn up and explode the entire country of Japan. Crap.

In a moment's notice, he swiftly carried her to one of his guest rooms. He found a towel hanging on a rack in the spare bath room. After rinsing it thoroughly in hot water, he placed it on the girl's forehead. She was feeling a bit better and her breaths were coming even. He noticed that she still had her worn boots on. These look like they've been worn since she was 10. He carefully slid them off her feet with the tips of his fingers. The blanket was pulled up to her chin and Len silently left the room.

Three entire days passed by since Len took in the stranger. It seemed like he was checking up on her ever minute of the day. Although he tried not to worry about it, he was worried. What if she died here? What if she won't wake up? Should I call a doctor? He eventually decided against it, as it was the stranger's wishes. He tried to push away his concerns while he sat in his seat, staring at her.

She returned to her senses again after a long three day coma. Her forehead was lighter, cooler and the towel slid off her forehead as she sat up. Her beloved maroon violin case sat on the ebony nightstand next to the king sized canopy bed. A fresh crystal cut vase of white roses stood on the other one; a plate of onigiri took up some of the space on the nightstand. Her hand automatically picked up an onigiri from the plate, feeling starved. Delicious. It was still warm in her mouth. That was one of those moments that made her blissfully happy. She hopped out of the bed and surveyed the luxurious room that was double the size of her old room. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Light blue wall paper was etched into all four of the walls. A bare walk-in closet was carved into the luxurious blue master bathroom. Pushed against one of the wall corners was a pearly white glass desk that held a Mac computer and spare pens and pencils. On the left side of the guest room (It was obvious by the bare walk-in closet) were a set of floor to ceiling windows that were recently cleaned. A set of white French doors that were covered by light white satin curtains were in the middle of it. She pushed aside the curtains to peer at the iced garden. A few fireflies had wandered into it. It's...amazing.

The spacious room even had a study room and an empty game room (She guessed that it was being renovated for whatever reason) connected to it. The person that saved me earlier…he must be some kind of rich philantropist. Her memory was still quite fuzzy from three days ago, but she remembered the person who had saved her. It was that blue haired and golden eyed boy who was almost about her age. He had saved her life. She immediately felt immense guilt.

Claaaang!

The sudden noises from the kitchen made her rush to the door to her room and open it just a crack. There was enough space to let her eavesdrop in her savior. She could tell that he was talking on his phone, even though she couldn't see him from her spot at her door. A pan sizzled, oil popped, and a draft of good food blew into her room.

"…haven't tried home cooking in years…red headed girl…been in coma for three days…yeah…bye."

So, I've been in coma for three days already? I was knocked out for that long? I've been getting worse.

She silently pushed the door shut. The lock on the door clicked softly. Her small, delicate hand reached for a pen and a piece of paper. Writing every word clearly and neatly, she left the piece of paper where the man could see it. She laced up her boots, grabbed her violin case, and headed for the garden. I'm never going to come back anyway.

The chilly air frosted everything in its path. Yet, everything wasn't frozen. The grass has bits of white ice stuck in it. She wrapped her coat tighter to her body. Numerous stone paths led up to a jet black gazebo. On either sides of it, were flowers greeting their visitor. The redhead leaned in to sniff them; the smell was like perfume. In the distance, she could hear the ripple of the water from the pond. Stars twinkled in the dark heaven above. She lifted her arm up to catch an invisible shard of air. Slow steps broke into a skip towards the gazebo. She opened the glass door and stared in wonder. Wooden furnishings surrounded the inside of the glass gazebo. Chains of candles hung from the ceiling of the gazebo, but they weren't lit. She carefully set her case on a wooden bench. The full moon reflected off of her violin when she opened the case. She lifted the violin with her left hand. Slowly pulling the bow with her right, a note came out. Then, as if by sheer will, her feelings came out with her music. Passion was behind every note.

He's been so nice. Making food, giving me a place to stay, giving me somewhere to sleep on. All of them were given to a stranger like me. How can I ask for more? I'm already so blessed. This song I'm playing-that guy was playing it to in the park. I wasn't imagining it. It's Ave Maria. Come to think about it…he's much like a-

"Your position is wrong," a voice interrupted. The violin she was holding played a sour note at the end. Her body turned 360 degrees to look at him. The moonlight reflected off of him, making half of his face white, half of it black. Irritation clearly showed on his face. He held up a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. "Hino Kahoko."

He's much like a guardian angel.

7.08.11 Revised paragraphs and edited. Deleted Dedications, revised Disclaimer.