AN: Sorry for no new updates or anything, guys. I haven't been feeling well, and I haven't felt like writing. Here's a songfic I did… it's kind of long, but it's a beautiful song. I had to make it long to translate from German to English.

Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics; Rammstein does. (Gott, are the hot.) I also don't own any FF: AC characters, except for Alice, my OC.

Sie sagen zu mir
schließ auf diese Tür
die Neugier wird zum Schrei
was wohl dahinter sei
hinter dieser Tür
steht ein Klavier
die Tasten sind staubig
die Saiten sind verstimmt
hinter dieser Tür
sitzt sie am Klavier
doch sie spielt nicht mehr
ach das ist so lang her

They tell me
unlock this door
curiosity becomes a scream
what could be behind it
behind this door
stands a piano
the keys are dusty
the strings are out of tune
behind this door
she sits at the piano
but she doesn't play anymore
oh, that was so long ago

"NO!" I scream, scratching at this man's arm. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"Kadaj, open the damn door!"

"I can't!" I repeat to him, my voice becoming hoarse. "She won't play with the door open anymore!"

"I WANT TO SEE MY DAUGHTER, YOU BASTARD!" the man screeches at me, his wife looking pale and frightened.

I try to explain, but the tears won't let the words out.

Dort am Klavier
lauschte ich ihr
und wenn ihr Spiel begann
hielt ich den Atem an

There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her performance began
I held my breath

They brought Alice back to me after the fight. She wasn't as she used to be—she was silent, and seemed paler.

The only thing I could do was cry, and ask her what she wanted; anything she wanted I would get her.

She gave me a look, so blank it chilled me, and answered simply:

"Will you buy me a piano?"

Sie sagte zu mir
ich bleib immer bei dir
doch es hatte nur den Schein
sie spielte für mich allein
ich goss ihr Blut
ins Feuer meiner Wut
ich verschloss die Tür
man fragte nach ihr

She said to me
I'll always stay with you
but it only seemed
that she played for me alone
I poured her blood
into the fire of my rage
I locked the door
they asked for her

So I did.

She played it, over and over, and oh, it was beautiful.

So, so beautiful.

I wanted to keep this sound forever.

At first, she… she protested. There were fights, and she would hit me until she had not the strength to lift her fists anymore.

"This way, we'll always have each other and those beautiful sounds, Alice," I would whisper to her.

"Kadaj, I'm afraid."

"Of what?"

"You."

I couldn't take it after a while. Her simple answer tore me apart, and I at last found myself at this place…

Dort am Klavier
lauschte ich ihr
und wenn ihr Spiel begann
hielt ich den Atem an
Dort am Klavier
stand ich bei ihr
es hatte den Schein
sie spielte für mich allein

There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her performance began
I held my breath
There, at the piano
I stood beside her
it seemed
she played for me alone

There was an attic.

I moved her piano, our piano, into that chamber and place her on the stool one day.

I asked if I could hear her play again, and she nodded.

Her eyes held a fear I had not seen since Sephiroth poisoned her with Jenova… but I had ignored it.

She started to play, and I sat with her for a while, and while she was half way through her favorite piece, I stood and kissed her.

And I left her alone with our piano.

The next few days tortured me, as she pounded on the door, pleading for me to let her out.

But I couldn't-- I would lose that beautiful sound that she played.

After a while, I would open the door and sit with her, and she played for me, softly.

And then...

Then she stopped playing with the door open altogether. She only played with the door closed...

And only for me.

Geöffnet ist die Tür
ei wie sie schreien
ich höre die Mutter flehen
der Vater schlägt auf mich ein
man löst sie vom Klavier
und niemand glaubt mir hier
das ich todkrank
von Kummer und Gestank

The door is open
oh, how they scream
I hear mother pleading
father is beating me
they take her from the piano
and no one believes me here
that I am deathly ill
from sorrow and the stench

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" her father roars at me. I cower on the piano bench, next to Alice, who has grown cold to my touch.

"Why don't you play for your parents, Alice?" I ask, almost plead. "Show them how beautifully your fingers play…"

I can't finish, for I am crying to hard.

There sits my Alice, cold, so deathly cold, bound to her dear piano. The ropes have become worn…

I grab her hand and guide it to the piano, which has covered in dust and become out of tune, and the only notes she plays are the ones I guide her delicate fingers to.

Her kin are screaming at me, telling me to get away from their daughter.

They say I am nothing but a murderer.

Nothing but a monster.

I hear the dying sound of her songs in my head.

I grip Alice's wintry body and cry harder.

Dort am Klavier
lauschte ich ihr
und wenn ihr Spiel begann
hielt ich den Atem an
Dort am Klavier
lauschte sie mir
und als mein Spiel begann
hielt sie den Atem an

There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her performance began
I held my breath
There, at the piano
she listened to me
and when my performance began
she held her breath

R&R! Flamers, don't even bother. If you didn't like it, then find something I can change, or give me critism. None of this "OMG it sucks" crap.