AUTHOR'S NOTE: I DO NOT OWN YOUR LIE IN APRIL. THANK YOU. A brief overview on this, Kaori is cured of her illness earlier. She has never met not heard of Kousei. Her violin background will be touched on in later chapters. She was homeschooled and thus this is her first time to enter school. Kousei still plays the piano due to the fact that his mother is still sick but alive. However, he still has problems that will also be elaborated in later chapters. Pardon if some lines feel OOC. I haven't watched the show recently and this idea came on as spur of the moment and whatnot. As always, feedback is appreciated. I hope to update this in 1-2 days time. Thank you and enjoy. :D
He glanced over the sheet music again. I soft rustle could be heard as he started leafing through the pages of his latest piece. He couldn't remember how it was to play the piano with emotion. All he knew was the sheet music. He was ruled by it; moulded by it. Rarely did he ever deviate from the norm. He was Kousei Arima: The Human Metronome.
Preparing himself mentally, he starts playing through Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The first movement complimented the night-time cityscape outside his window. Methodically he goes through the notes with practiced ease. He wonders what time it was but immediately clears his mind. To play the piano, he needed focus. A focus his constant beatings instilled into his bruised arms and soul. With a flourish, he regains his composure. Steadying his hands, he begins to grace his surroundings with the music of the moonlight.
It is just after midnight that he feels light-headed. He's been at the piano for hours; only the fear of his mother's beatings kept him from resting. After a few more tries at the sonata's third movement did he eventually succumb to his fatigue. Slumping down to the floor in the most ungraceful fashion possible, Kousei Arima dreams of a world with colour; anything at all to save him from the monotonous life he lives.
Kaori Miyazono is a happy girl. A very happy girl indeed. It had been months since her operation. The debilitating illness that would have rendered her unable to play the violin and possibly kill her, was gone. Like a phoenix she felt reborn. It was as if life had finally given her a second chance. I chance to finally live her life to the fullest. Before, she had to struggle whether she would live to see the day after next. Now she had all the time in the world and it made her happy. She was constantly trying new things. Gone were her glasses, and instead she used the contacts she had always wanted to try out. Her hair, which were held in two pigtails before, now fell down in golden tresses that would have made other girls jealous. She did not have a reason to make herself appealing before. Death seemed an effective deterrent for anything she wanted to try. However, now, she was free.
It was finally the start of a new semester. Considering it was the month of April, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. The petals rained down during her morning walk, extracting a smile from Kaori. Today was the start of a new day. Her first day in fact, at proper schooling. She had always been home-schooled; confined to a world of monotony due to her illness. Now she would be trying something new. The go-ahead came and she was given the 'ok' to attend a real school. Finally, she would be able to experience what a real school was like. Skipping merrily towards the campus she couldn't help but feel nervous and elated at what would transpire. All she had brought were a few books and her violin. She figured that if friends did not come easily then she would resort to playing her instrument during breaks. With renewed vigour, she made her way past the doors to start her first day of school.
The thing about admiring your beautiful walk to school was that it made you unaware of the time. The deserted entrance hall with the shoe lockers should have tipped her off earlier, but in her merry daze, she was caught unaware. Kaori soon realized that she had a measly two minutes to find and get to her classroom. She had effectively missed the opening ceremonies a few days prior but it wasn't that important. What was important was that she was due for class today and she was hopelessly late and lost. Only a few stragglers remained in the hallways and it seemed like she would be late for her introduction. Running past a group of younger students in the hallway, she didn't see the person emerging from the room ahead of her.
Kousei couldn't remember a time when he wasn't late for class. The piano seemed to occupy his time more often than not. Despite his stellar grades that he managed to pull off, he mostly kept to himself while in school. People knew to avoid him whenever possible since he refused any form of conversation outside of his immediate social circle. Said circle consisted of only his childhood friend Tsubaki and the annoying soccer player Watari. How they managed to get along with him, he never would figure out. However, their presence kept him sane and that was all that mattered. That particular morning he had managed to clock out a few measures of Chopin's Andante spianato in G before deciding that he needed to get to class. As he was calmly exiting the music room, he wasn't prepared to be bulldozed by a blonde demon hell bent on sprinting through the hallways.
"Oof!" said the blonde mass of hair that lay on his chest.
"What the hell do you think you're doing running around this early in the morning!?" Kousei countered, somewhat annoyed at the girl (for indeed it was a girl, unless wigs decided that they preferred attaching skirts to themselves).
"You we're in the way idiot!"
"Was not!"
"WAS TOO!"
He didn't know why kept up with the verbal sparring but something told him not to let up.
"If your head wasn't in the clouds then you wouldn't have come in the way of a beauty like myself." She said haughtily as she stood up and began dusting herself. He couldn't believe this woman. First she tries to turn him into roadkill and now she passes him off as the instigator of their little collision? Dusting himself off, he glared at her.
"I'd rather my head stay in the clouds than endure another moment with you." he declared icily.
Since Kousei had noticed that they were attracting attention from the classrooms he decided to leave it at that and turned to walk away. However, the blonde demon wasn't done with him. Not by a long shot. As quickly as he had turned away he felt a hand grasp his wrist. Surprised he immediately turned to face her and was greeted with a smile. Narrowing his eyes at her sudden change in attitude he carefully asked what she wanted.
"I don't know where classroom 3-B is." She said while rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment.
He couldn't believe it. The nerve of this woman. Without giving her any indication of his intentions he grasped her hand and started tugging her towards 3-B.
"Where are you taking me? Let go of me! Are you a closet pervert? Should I fear for my chastity?!"
On and on droned her exclamations and it took everything in him not to stab himself with a broom right then and there. Sliding open 3-B's door he hurriedly shoved her into the classroom. The voice of his very annoying homeroom teacher greeted them both.
"Ah, Ms. Miyazono, how good it is of you to finally join us. I must thank you for taking the time out of your first day here to drag Mr. Arima along with you. He rarely gifts us with his presence so early in the morning."
She looked dumbfounded at not being scolded after she was late but Kousei just ignored the homeroom teacher altogether. He had his fair share of sermons already. He just wanted to get this day over with.
"If you would sit down now Mr. Arima, we can get to the introductions."
Seating himself near the back next to the window he decided to tune everything out. He just wanted to sleep the day away. However, his ruminations were interrupted by an annoying jab to his ribs.
"PSSST. Kousei, who's the babe?" grinned Watari. Trying to put on the most exasperated face he could muster, he faced one of his best friends.
"I don't know." Was his simple answer. He didn't want to have anything to do with the bulldozer that ran him over. "Don't be like that man." Said Watari with a pleading face. "You always get the cute girls' attention. Why don't you send some my way for once?" continued his friend.
"Watari, the only thing I will send your way is an observation. One Tsubaki worded so well. You – Ryouta Watari – are a walking hard-on." Observing the snickers that erupted from the seats near them, Watari couldn't help but laugh himself at such a light hearted statement coming from Kousei. While Watari pondered his best friend's sudden outburst, Kousei turned back towards the window. The sky was blue he observed; so wide and vast. The sky was an endless expanse of possibility. His friends were like the birds of the sky. Flying freely; without any qualms with the world. How he longed to be able to abandon everything and be as carefree as Watari and Tsubaki. Both of them got along with others so easily. Right now Watari was laughing along with his other classmates at what he had just called him. He envied them and pitied himself. He wanted to be free. Trying his best, he willed the sky to remain blue for once. He willed it to be the sparkling expanse he imagined it to be. However, try as he might, all he could see was grey.
