Rescued
Chapter Two: Melodies and Piano Keys
He gazed out the window. At this moment, that was all he cared to do. His smile had never escaped his face for so long. This wasn't him, and he knew it too. He clearly remembered yesterday, though he wished he could lose all memory of it. It was like an old projector playing the same roll of film over and over again. He always had a fear of forgetting, frightened at the thought of losing his grip on something he cared about. But in this case, he wouldn't like anything more than to have this particular memory carved out of his brain.
Sora thought of the positive things. Since this was the only trait so far that he could regurgitate from his former self, his 'Glass is half full' thinking.
Well…I have my best friend Roxas of course. And even though my parent's…I mean, my apartment is being evicted, I can still live with Roxas and his mom. Oh I know! Now I get to see Roxas everyday! I missed his so much back at home. And I get to go to a new school, and this time I'll have a friend instead of being all alone. So I guess, this might not be so bad…and anyways, I like the small town atmosphere. Sora thought as he watched the sun getting overlapped by dark clouds. Hmm. Guess it's going to rain again. He rested his head on the windowsill and stared intently at the changing scenery.
His peace was disturbed by a loud and obnoxious voice as the door swung open, nearly knocking over a picture that was mounted on the wall. "Sora! Let's go, come on! Axel wants me to meet up with him tonight, you gotta come with. But he's all mine, so don't you dare try putting the moves on him." Roxas stated with a wink as he snatched Sora's hand and dragged him down the stairs.
Sora sighed, the thought of conversing with a giggling Roxas and his flirtatious companion didn't sound too appealing, but nevertheless, he couldn't avoid this. He let himself be hauled by a speedy Roxas as they went out the door.
He released his hand as they proceeded at a slow pace down the sidewalk. Conveniently, Roxas' house was less than half a mile from the downtown area, which is apparently the most amusing and entertaining place in the small town.
As they proceeded down the rough pavement a miniscule drop of water fell from the charcoal sky onto the bridge of Sora's pink nose. He glanced up at the dark mass floating above him as more and more diminutive droplets descended to be absorbed into the earth.
He looked down and squinted at his shoes as he watched them get immersed by the clear substance. But the rain soon stopped falling on him. He looked up to see a beaming Roxas holding a black umbrella hovering above their heads. He placed his arm around Sora's shoulder and held him close, so to shelter them both from the cold. Normally such a cute and sweet gesture would make any person grin, but ever since that tragedy clouded his own judgment…He didn't know what to smile at anymore.
"Don't worry, Sora. I'm sure you'll feel better after getting some fresh air and meeting new people!" He replied with a grin as he hummed some off-key version of 'secret lovers' obviously occupied by thoughts about his significant other.
They walked in silence as Sora examined his shoes but soon approached a square that was occupied by some old fashioned shops, a traditional church, some benches that looked like they had been sat in one to many times, a park illuminated by Christmas lights (Even though it was only October), and a coffee shop.
"Oh gosh, we're here. Quick! Does my hair look like a wet dog?!" Roxas cried as he shoved his face into Sora's.
"Uh…no?"
"Great! 'Kay, I can do this!" The blond declared as he hauled Sora down the road. They jogged towards the park but Sora halted as he glanced at a rickety old building. The coffee shop was definitely not what you would call 'Sheik', but that wasn't what Sora stopped for. He ignored the flickering shop sign and dull façade and listen, inventively, at the pleasant music coming from the building. He tore his hand from Roxas' and pressed his nose up against the window, fogging up the glass. He heard Roxas yell something in the distance and skip off to go find his lover, but he was too intoxicated by the sound filling his ears. He took hold of the worn door handle and slipped into the back of the shop.
A beautiful aroma of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon filled his nostrils, but he was too distracted to notice the scent. There were nearly fifteen or so inhabitants all together. They all had a certain bohemian look about them; some had books or laptops in their hands. Their heads were all turned to the left corner of the room, where Sora couldn't help but glance at. His jaw dropped, captivated by what he saw.
A boy with long, silver hair was in the far left corner. He was resting on a round, black bench as his fingers moved with the music. His fingers glossed across the blank keys as he played the keyboard that was in front of him. His chopped bangs kept his eyes invisible to Sora, but it was obvious that he was lost in the music and his eyes were sure to be shut. Sora named the boy with the 'The Piano Man' as it suited him well.
Sora's eyes fluttered shut as a symphony of sound rang throughout his ears. Each note passing by, leaving Sora weak at the knees. But if that wasn't enough the Piano Man's lips opened and released the most angelic voice possibly created by one person alone. It left Sora in complete ecstasy as a small, sweet smile appeared on his face. He opened his eyes to admire the man who could produce such deep and gorgeous music.
The Piano Man was near the end of his piece when he sang the final words.
"Cause I'm feeling like
I might need to be near you.
I feel alright
Just please don't get me rescued…"
He recited as he played his few last notes. He lifted his head and released his eyelids, revealing a pair of glowing aquamarine eyes, as he held his gaze on a particular brunette in the back. Sora's cheeks turned completely violet as he shot his head down to inspect his shoes.
The piano man smirked when he noticed the boy dart away from his glance, but was interrupted by soft snaps coming from the audience's fingers, their way of applauding. The Piano Man shook himself out of his daze and gave a grin to the audience. A gangly man in his twenties came onto the stage, snapping as well.
"Yeah, man. We love it when you play here. Thanks for blessing us tonight. You're welcome anytime as always." The tall, weedy man shouted as he patted the Piano Man on the back and shuffled off the stage. The boy quickly packed up his keyboard and put aside the bench as he strode offstage, trying to avoid confrontation with anyone in the building.
Sora stood there, dumbfounded. As he had just found himself forgetting about his trauma that had been haunting him and only focusing on the Piano Man's indescribably talent. All he wanted was to feel that way again, have his burden lifted off his shoulders. And to see that boy's intoxicating eyes glance at him once more.
Author's Note: Heeeey all 8D If you read this, I love you unconditionally; really I do 83 Thanks for the reviews! And I'm sorry if I don't get another chapter up for awhile…Stupid school D8 Buh-bye!
