The Piano Man

by Be one with Mother Russia

Slowly, progressively, he plays along this blossoming thread of love, coaxing the sweet sounds from the keys with the gentle persistence of a stubborn lover. SoulxKid, onesided MakaxSoul Rated for Language

2. Alternative Ending

He turns. Red eyes meet gold. Apologies hover on the the breather's lips. He opens his mouth, but words will not come. The other person, a boy with piano keys in his hair takes a step in. "I…" He says. "Soul, I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you so hard…"

"No… No, I'm sorry, for what I said… for hurting you. I… I don't hate you, Kid."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know… I love you, too, Soul."

And there, in the dark room with only a piano, the two met and embraced, a sweet kiss shared between them, the starlight reflecting in their eyes. "I love you, Kid." Soul whispers again, testing the words out, loving the way they sound.

"Say it again, please…?"

"I love you, I love you, I love you." He smiles again, as sweet as the sounds of the love song. "I... love you."