A/N: This is the edited version... I hope you enjoy and please review!

The Art of Music

Summary: Hino Kahoko had a dream, but not many believed in her abilities. She was a rough diamond among shining crystals, yet one day someone heard her call. Umenomiya Jin, a famous violinist that had lost hope in musicians that could not express themselves through music. Kahoko went against everything to reach her dream, even leaving her motherland. Now under Umenomiya's wing, she will learn music like never before, yet what will be her price? Her music is full of honesty and love like a burning fire, but how long can a fire burn before the harsh storms of music critics, competitions, and rivals? What's more, love will take her through a rollercoaster ride as she finds herself some handsome neighbors, a roommate, a cocky street performer, and it doesn't end. Now how true it sounds "Hot guys falling from the sky."

I have changed the summary, because I realized that I have not told you before, but this story has a Cinderella twist to it with multiple princes. It is a Neo Romance after all, or Reverse Harem; which means there's no definite pairing and there might be multiple endings. I hope you like this story, and give some support! Review or send me a private message for either questions or suggestions.

If you see any mistakes, feel free to tell me but if you want to complaint about my story please keep it to yourself. I don't want to read 'I don't really like your story, could you just stop writing?' or something along those lines.

Edited by Rgraze

04/21/12

I do not own La Corda D'Oro it all belongs to Yuki Kure the plot was thought by me but that's it. What I write in this story nothing is mine all ideas, whatever thing I put is not definitely correct.

Chapter 1: My Campanella

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" a redhead exclaimed, rubbing her butt and muttering to herself as she peered to who she had bumped to. Her amber eyes met with cold lime yellow eyes, and immediately she felt herself blush from embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry," She stuttered, trying to get up from the concrete. But instead of offering help to the redhead, the man she had bumped to just glared at her and kept walking. His companion helped her instead and apologized to her for the rudeness of the sky-blue haired guy.

"Are you okay Miss?" He said with concern once the redhead had her feet planted on the ground. He turned to his cold hearted friend who was already feet away and then turned back to the redhead. Though, hesitant to leave the girl, he bowed and rushed to his companion.

She heard the guy complain to the sky-blue haired guy. "Tsukimori, what was that about?" but the other guy never spoke, he just kept walking.

What just happened…? Wondered the redhead but then sighed and continued walking. She looked at her watch and sure enough, she exclaimed, "I'm late!"

"You are late!" The voice boomed in the sound proofed room, causing it to be much louder than it truly was. The red head was still out of breath, her face red as her hair and her hands were leaning against her knees as she barely stood.

"I was delayed because—" The redhead tried to explain but she was cut by the fierce tone.

"No excuses Kahoko," the red head was about to protest but gave up knowing it was no use, instead she choked a "So-sorry."

"This week is very important! You can't afford to be late—you understand?" Her teacher spoke, arms folded as he paced around the music room.

"…I know…" The redhead said quietly, looking downcast already.

"Keep your back firm, head high and eye contact at all times." Her teacher's voice rumbled again, the redhead stood firmly and watched her teacher like she was told.

"Yes," she said.

"Good, now play Mélodie by Tchaikovsky." Her teacher commanded once again, and the red head immediately took out her violin and began to play.

The red-haired girl was none other than Hino Kahoko the disciple of Umenomiya Jin. Umenomiya is a very famous violinist known around the world for his accurate playing skills and bad temper. He was in his mid thirties, fierce looking, piercing black eyes, dark-haired, and nearly young looking if not for the scowl he usually wore. He is picky with his students, and only the very outstanding ones can be taught by him. Right now, his only student was Kahoko.

"No good, start from the beginning again." Jin-sensei said, sitting on a chair. Kahoko began to play again, this time putting more effort. 'I can do this,' she thought silently. This hard piece she had been memorizing for the past few days could very well be a part of her. Through many hours of practice, she was sure that she will be able to perform it. Yet her teacher wasn't satisfied.

Kahoko began playing violin since a very young age, she wasn't a prodigy but she practiced everyday. One day Umenomiya went back to Japan—his home country, to participate as a critic for the children concurs. He had been disappointed as none of the children expressed any feelings, as if they were a machine. But then he met Kahoko (age 8) in the park, she was just playing—not very skilled unlike the children in concurs—but with feelings that could captivate people's hearts. And from then on, he knew she will be his pupil. So he brought her to Vienna, the home of classical music.

Kahoko played to the end, concentrating and hitting each note accurately and yet enjoying herself. She had her eyes closed and did not witness her teacher's faint smile.

Once the sound had died she opened her eyes and set the violin down. Her cheeks tainted pink and her face changed into one of success and child like.

Her teacher smirked and said "We are not done yet, now play Tzigane by Ravel." And instantly Kahoko groaned.

After many hours of practice Kahoko was finally released, and now her stomach was complaining. Her teacher had offered a ride, but she declined. After all, she wanted to go to this new bakery shop, and asking her teacher was not a very good idea since he despised those sweet delicates. 'His lost…' was all the redhead could think as she shook her head.

Kahoko skipped the streets of Vienna happily as she headed to the shop, after so much practice she felt amazingly light and the feelings lingered from accomplishing something big. Studying in Vienna from the best violinist was her dream. It's been years since she had been under Jin-sensei's tutelage. And now she was one of the best pupils he ever taught.

Kahoko hummed softly as she passed the familiar shops and plazas. When she turned the corner, she found the cake shop that she had been dreaming and craving. 'Should I pick chocolate? Or vanilla? Or strawberry?'

But then something caught her attention, the piano.

Hearing the piano play, she knew exactly which score was creeping in every corner. 'La Campanella by Liszt,' Kahoko mused. Without thinking, she had followed the sound. 'Like raindrops…soft…sounds of bells…'

But then she stumbled upon something hard, and woke up from her daze to meet a pair of aqua eyes. They were an unusual color, the blue in his irises were light, fading to green, and in them she could see the tropical ocean. Then the music stopped, and she was back in the populated streets filled with tourists and their cameras. The person in front of her was almost angel-like, blonde hair, pale skin, and stunning orbs.

"I'm…sorry…" he whispered, his soft and slow voice giving it a sleepy tone.

"No, it'sokay." The red head smiled kindly, and in return he gave her a beautiful smile befitting of an angel.

Kahoko bowed and kept walking, the sound had disappeared. She had wished that she could at least know who had played that La Campanella, it was really nice—

"Um…? You are Japanese…right?" The aqua eyed boy asked in her home language, and in response Kahoko nodded slightly surprised.

"Do you…know how I might get…to the Hotel…Lukes?" She wrote down the direction on a piece of paper that had been in her pocket and then gave it to him.

"…thank you…" He murmured and left.

As Kahoko watched him slowly walk away carrying a human size blue case, she didn't have to guess as to what he was carrying. 'Seems like he plays the cello…'

The aqua eyed boy turned the piece of paper with the directions on it, which the red head had wrote for him. It had a music score written by her with her name on the bottom. Hino-san…?

The redhead wandered around the streets, thinking when will she be able to hear that La Campanella again. But then decided to settle down in a park near the bakery shop she had planned to go, but now forgotten. As she stood staring at the beautiful sunset, she took out her violin and began to play. 'If I remember the notes and sounds correctly…it should be like this.'

She played the La Campanella, with her own feelings and personality inserted in it—her own version. It wasn't like raindrops or like bells, but a serene voice singing. Each note hit precisely how she thought La Campanella should be. It seems that every time she played, she was lost in her own world.

Time was not an issue when she was listening to music or playing it, but there was always an end—a closure. And as every song, there was a conclusion. Kahoko didn't know when the crowd had started gathering, not until the song had ended and the last notes had drifted into the air. As applauses greeted her ears, she couldn't help but feel empty like she was saying good bye to a good friend.

La Campanella from before was unique and beautiful, filled with honesty and love. That song had filled the streets, bringing everyone's attention—even those that don't understand classical music followed the song, wondering who had played it. 'I wonder myself too…'

"Tsukimori, that violin had been very unique and the sound was really different—how should I say it?" His companion said, pondering as he thought and tried to explain.

"…is different from those in concertos…and is played…in an essential way," He mumbled silently, the sky-blue haired wondered too but ignored him as he kept walking. "Tsukimori!" His friend complained as he realized his companion had already started walking, and ultimately leaving him in the busy street.

'That Campanella is sweet and straightforward, honest maybe. It was played after mine had finished; it was executed like a professional would have done.' But once the pianist had closed the distance, the music had drifted to the distance and soon silenced. He was in the park but he couldn't see any violinist. He bumped into a redhead when he rushed to find who it was, but the gathered people had scattered, and his chance in finding who it was had disappeared…

'Another La Campanella, but this one was headed the opposite way I was going…and this one was serene and filled with love.' The aqua eyed boy mused as he reached the Hotel, 'could…it…be…'

"Yunoki-san is something not to your liking?" His guest asked, her eyes filled with concern and love. But he only shook his head and gave her a gentleman smile.

"No, I just heard a sound." He said, and then slowly drank the red wine he had on his right hand.

"A sound?" she repeated, mesmerized by his stunning beauty.

"Yes." That's all he said, as he stared calmly at the open window from the second floor of the restaurant. 'Faintly…but definitely a violin…could it be La Campanella from Liszt?'

The light green haired guy stared at the sky, and then the direction of the disappearing sound. 'What a nice melody…'

The redhead walked toward the bakery she had forgotten, but now remembering why she was roaming in the streets.

"That was one of your best performances," Kaho turned around to the familiar voice, and to her surprise, it was her teacher.

"You heard it?" she questioned, anticipating her teacher's comment.

"Yes, a creative one. But you never learned La Campanella from me," Her teacher said, folding his arms as he studied her.

"I had practiced it in my free time, read a little of the notes and heard it." She said defensively, but proud of her playing. Yet not realizing that by just hearing it or reading it a little, did not mean it will turn out into a good piece. Music such as the one he had just heard took practice and skills.

"Hmmm, you will play it in your competition." He declared, then walking away. Kahoko did not protest because she also wanted to play it again. Her fingers were tickling, and she felt giddy. She was about to offer her teacher a cake but then dismissed the thought since he doesn't like cake. Oh, well.

To be continued…

A/N: The characters such as Kahoko, Tsukimori, Tsuchiura, Aoi, Etou and, Amou are all twenty, while Yunoki and Kazuki are twenty one. Shimizu-kun and Fuyuumi are nineteen. All these characters I have named are in college, currently it is summer therefore there is no school. Other characters such as Kira Akihiko, Ousaki Shinobu, and Kanasawa Hiroto are around their late twenties or early thirties. Most characters will appear later in the story, so please be patient. Anyway—

~Lots of Luvs~