Author's Note:
This is your author icy-piyo21 speaking! Well, here is another USUK fic... and roughly inspired by ANOTHER Vocaloid song. Ever heard of both Prisoner and Paper Plane? Yep. This is inspired by it. So, enjoy, and don't forget to review. As I said in my fics, reviews are much appreciated, and flames will be sent off to Siberia so Lithuania doesn't have to fear freezing there.
P.S: This is human AU. Because I love AUs.
~The Violin Player~
It's funny how a room with white white walls can be so dark and gloomy. I sighed- that does seem like the only relief available right now, for really, the bleakness of it all was choking me, blocking my air passages. Well, not that it mattered to me- I'm going to leave this room forever soon, I won't have to see it anymore. Now that I think of it, why not see what's outside this... 'cell' of mine?
Oh, right. They'd have my head if I tried to leave. Well, too bad, so sad. They aren't here, and what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? So I grabbed my green jacket and made for the door, eager to see just what exactly is outside this horrid hell of a cramped-up space.
I found it hard to walk- finding balance was tough when you've been confined to a really small room and barely get to stand on your feet, though I managed anyway. I stumbled over my own foot a few times, but what do you know, I can walk down the halls without anyone actually knowing who I am and where I came from (and where I should have stayed, but I don't give a damn about it). Perfect, now all I need is to get through the front desk to escape and-
Well, that's just what I need. A sentinel near the front desk and door. They would surely know where I came from! Blast it. Oh well, not that I have any choice... So before any of those guards realized I was there, I turned heel and left for where I came from.
I trod down the hall, annoyed and upset. Well, see the bright side, I guess- that detour gave my feet the practice it needs to walk like a normal pair of legs rather than that of some incapacitated person. Now what? I know my feet wouldn't be strong enough to try the back door- I'd trip and kill myself trying to go down the stairs. So where should I go?
It turned out that my feet knew best- this is one part I didn't get to explore the last time they caught me. So see you soon, airheads! I'm definitely going down here! As I ventured down this new-found passage, I found that they were no different from my room. White, yet I can feel black emanating from the walls, and threatening to engulf us all. Not that anyone realized that, though.
At least that's how I thought things would turn out. When I was somewhere halfway down the passage, I could hear muffled noises. What is that noise? And most importantly, where did it come from? I tried going deeper into the hallway, and I could now deduce that it was a violin. And that it came from a room. Wait- a room? I have to see this! Probably I'd find something!
Almost tripping with excitement, I ran (well, more like hopped and hobbled) towards the room, which had its door ajar. And I'll have to admit- I didn't expect what I would see behind the door.
A blonde boy with cerulean blue eyes was the source of the melody- which really sounded wonderful up close. Ah well, who can resist a free show? I continued to watch this boy with interest, as his hand holding the bow slid the stick forward and backward, creating another series of notes. And it was really amazing, for the lack of better adjectives to describe it.
It was a slow, soft melody at first, but soon it picked up speed and and the strings shouted louder. Maybe in protest at the force it was being played, but their shouts and screams sounded like music in my ears, because that's what it is, right? I could also see the other hand gripping the strings with talented fingers, as if to quieten their screams, but he and I both know it makes them sing a different note, which makes the melody nicer.
As I stood stock-still behind the door, I could see the bow changing its dance, from a smooth, continuous melody to quick, short bursts as the hand gripping the bow jerked it to play staccato notes in quick succession.
That melody really had me in a trance. I could almost see the melody flowing out of the violin. And the once dark halls suddenly had color to them as the melody passed down the halls and spreading a touch of colors on the walls. What was white, was now a rainbow- what was dark was now brighter than ever before. The quick notes gave bright, vibrant colors to the walls- red, orange and yellow. The calmer and quieter notes had their own roles- it splashed calm and soothing colors- blue and green, evening out the vibrant colors and allowed perfect harmony in the cascading stream of colors. I really, really want to know him- what's his name? I sighed loudly, and I realized what I just did. Forget it- maybe I shouldn't.
But of course, all good things had to come to an end. As the melody slowed down and faded, so did the memory, and here I am now, lying in the same room, staring at the ceiling. My encounter with the violin player was a week ago, and I never failed to visit his room and listen to him play. That is, until I collapsed one day on my way back after the 'visit', and now I'm lying here with only steady beeps from the cardiograph resonating around the room. If I used to hear lively, colorful melodies, now I'd have to get used with the monochrome noise of the cardiograph, telling me just how much life I have left. Not long, I know.
The melody gave me light- it gave me hope. Now that it's gone- I've lost the last glimmer of hope. I remember wishing that I can just close my eyes forever, but now I wish it wasn't terminal. And had I known this, I would have asked your name.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
You were really the only one keeping me looking forward to what tomorrow holds for me.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
You had me guessing the melody you'd be playing. Will it be upbeat? Will it be calm?
Beep...Beep...Beep...
My eyes, they're getting heavy... No, wait! I want to hear him again!
Beep...Beep...
I want to hear it once more time... But my body is saying otherwise...
Beep...
...I give up.
Beep...
But I really wanted to know...
Beep...
What your name is...
Beep...Beep... Beeeeeeep...
So, I hope you enjoyed that small fic I wrote. And this one is inspired by the song Paper Plane.
Will it only be from Paper Plane? Nope. Remember when I said Paper Plane also comes with Prisoner? And that this is a USUK fic and a two-shot? Yes people, stay tuned for the next instalment! I know it's labelled incomplete, but you can read each instalment as its own. And I'll let you readers guess whose POV this is in~
P.S: For those of you who know the order of the songs or even know these machines exist, I know that Prisoner comes before Paper Plane, but I sortta came to love Paper Plane first. Sorry, Vocaloid fans.
P.S.S: And remember, review. Really, I'm tired of seeing so many faves on my story, but only a few of them actually cared to review. I know that you really like to just fave and/or add this to your alerts list, and it really made me upset. Reviewing doesn't take too much time, does it? Even if they're only 'well done', it's stoll much appreciated. It makes me smile to know that my stories are well-liked and not just for the sake of faving. Thank you for your consideration!