Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Okay, so this random collection of short one-shots will be based on songs in my iTunes put on shuffle. There would be a song as a "theme" and a random pair of characters each time. Enjoy.
Natural Born Pianist?
Song: "Piano Sonata No. 7 in B Flat Major, Opus 83" by Sergei Prokofiev (Yes, this is in my iTunes ha ha! Don't worry; there are a lot of other types.)
Characters: Gokudera, Yamamoto
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Gokudera was happily reading a book in his room when what sounded suspiciously like piano notes began interrupting the peaceful silence of his room. Grumbling, he shifted on his sofa, trying to ignore the sounds, which were quickly increasing in volume and were practically bouncing off his walls.
When it came to professional music, Gokudera liked the older Classical and Romantic works. When it came to Contemporary… well let's just say he's avoided them so far. Anyway, luckily for the Storm Guardian, this wasn't just a Contemporary piece of music, it was a fast piece of Contemporary music. Getting faster by the second. Frantically getting faster.
Finally snapping, Gokudera jumped off his sofa and stormed out of his room to search for the source of the noise and blow that person's T.V. up or threaten to blow the T.V. up until whoever was watching it switches the channel.
"Who the hell turns the volume up this loud for a crappy piece of music?" he yelled to himself in the hallway as he made his way towards the sounds.
He finally found the source of the noise in the main Vongola mansion complex: behind a sliding door. Preparing his voice and his dynamite for the impending use of fear to stop music, Gokudera placed one hand on the sliding door and wrenched it open to find…
"Yamamoto?" he gasped when he saw the swordsman sitting at a Steinway grand piano, his hands moving like falling rain as he pounded on the keys. A final three notes, the end of piece, threw Gokudera off his feet.
Yamamoto heard the other and turned around, grinning when he say the Storm Guardian. "Oh hey, Gokudera!"
"You… you play piano?" Gokudera stammered, an accusing finger pointing at the baseball player.
"Huh? No I don't. I never even had lessons," Yamamoto answered cheerfully, the trademark grin never leaving his face.
"But… you and… that piano…"
"Oh! Hibari brought this back with him yesterday and said I could play on it if I wanted to as long as he's not here, or else he'll bite me to death for disturbing his peace and quiet. So I was bored… and decided to, you know, hit a few keys."
"What the hell do you mean by hitting a few keys? You just played Prokofiev's Sonata No. 7 third movement!" Gokudera exclaimed.
"I did?" Yamamoto laughed. "Aw, come on, you don't have to lie to make me feel better. I was seriously just hitting notes."
'Don't tell me now he's a natural born pianist too!' Gokudera thought violently, a tinge of jealously edging into the back of his thoughts.
"Play something else," he commanded the other.
"Um… okay… but I warn you… I'm just hitting keys…" Yamamoto said, turning back to the piano. He closed his eyes and took a breath before placing his fingers on the piano…
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"Ah! Mozart! Katana's don't come from Europe!" Gokudera sat up, yelling. He looked around, confused. "Wait… why am I in my room?" He looked at his table and saw the Prokofiev CD Yamamoto had randomly bought for him for his birthday yesterday.
"Yamamoto!" he yelled.
Note: Thank you for reading! See you again!