DISCLAIMER: Kaori Yuki is an amazing mangaka, and I would be a fool if I tried to take credit for her work! Therefore, what I am trying to say is that none of the Godchild characters belong to me.

I only had a few memories of my childhood, before I lost my sight: an image of a beautiful wooden Stradivari violin, the flower garden where my twin sister and I always played, the image of my family's mutilated bodies after a member from Delilah had paid us a visit, and my sister's look of terror as that same murderer kidnapped her and stole her away.

Melody Strauss's fingers slid up and down the neck of her violin as she played. The piano's sweet chimes accompanied her piece. After the performance, Melody bowed in acknowledgment of the applause and waited for the pianist, Andante Stillwater (who was also her cousin, and as far as she knew, her only living family), to take her arm in order to escort her off the stage. He walked her around the piano, and to the backstage.

"That was wonderful," he whispered to her. Melody frowned.

"I don't know. The E-string was a little out of tune. It made the whole piece sound off."

Andante laughed. "No one noticed that but you, Mel."

Melody shrugged. She still wasn't happy with it. He guided her to a chair and sat her down in it before finding her a glass of water.

"Have you any news yet?" Melody asked Andante after he returned. Andante shook his head sadly, before remembering that Melody couldn't see him.

"No." He said. "No news on Delilah."

Melody sighed. "Someday. Someday, I will find my sister."

Andante stayed silent. Although he would never tell Melody this, he doubted whether her twin sister, Harmony, was still alive. Delilah wasn't exactly known for their merciful nature…

But Melody believed. She knew Harmony wouldn't be killed that easily.

The manager of the theatre bowed and announced himself, interrupting Melody's thoughts. "There's a man here, who wishes to give you his compliments."

Melody frowned. It was unusual for the manager to allow someone backstage. This person must be very prominent. She heard soft footsteps, and wished she could see this man.

But Andante could see. He was young, perhaps the same age as Melody herself, and devilishly good looking. He was skinny and moderately tall, with black hair that hung in his eyes. His most enchanting feature were his enticing green-gold eyes. Andante had never seen a color like that before.

The gentleman introduced himself. "My name is Earl Cain Hargreaves." He reached out to take Melody's hand, but she didn't move. Andante hastily reached for her hand and put it in the Earl's. Melody seemed a little surprised, but smiled graciously as Cain kissed the back of her hand. Cain shook Andante's hand before reaching out to Melody again.

With no real care for propriety, Cain tilted Melody's chin up so he could look her in the eyes. "When I heard you playing so beautifully, I didn't believe the rumors were true. But I suppose they are. You really are blind."

When Cain released her chin, Melody nodded sadly. "I lost my sight to an illness when I was seven. I don't really remember what it's like to see anymore." It was something of a lie.

"So you're her caretaker, then?" Cain asked Andante. Andante didn't like the young count. He was far too bold, even if he was nobility.

"Something like that." Andante tried his best to give Cain a warm smile, but it probably came out looking more menacing.

"You're a lucky man," Cain said, as he started to walk towards the exit. "I look forward to your next performance." He muttered a thanks to the manager, before leaving.

Melody absentmindedly rubbed the spot on her hand where he had kissed it. She found herself extremely intrigued by him…

The Earl didn't show himself at Melody's next performance. Or the next. She almost thought herself obsessed, but didn't allow it to go that far. Instead, she threw herself more into the researching of Delilah.

"You're going to work yourself to death," Andante told her one evening, as he scoured the newspapers for her.

"I need to find her, Andante," Melody replied. Andante sighed and went back to reading.

"Hey, listen to this. This article says that two people were harassing a man with long ash-blonde hair in a this shady bar downtown last week. It says that after the blonde man left, the two troublemakers died from poisoning. The police are still looking for the blonde man, but no luck so far."

Melody jumped up, and using a cane, made her way over to Andante as fast as she could. "Which bar?"

Andante frowned at her. "No. You're not going down there."

"Please," Melody begged. "It might have a clue to Delilah's whereabouts."

Andante thought. He wanted to help Melody, but… "Fine," he said. "I'll go. You just wait here until I get back."

Before Melody could protest, he had swept out of the door.

Yay! I've been wanting to Godchild story for a long time. And I have been wanting to do a music story, too. So I have incorporated those two into one!

If you have any questions about musical terms, just ask.

Also, the next chapter, on to the end of the story will be in Melody's point of view. Third person was just for the prolouge.

And, lastly, as always, I sincerely hope you enjoyed this story! If not, then reviewing it without a certain degree of civilty would be kind of a waste of time, don'cha think?