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OK, this one might suck. Just review.
Summary: Do you get it?
The Law of Implying
A head of red layered hair went steady, its auburn eyes glued to the blue-haired violinist that stroked the strings installed deep within her. 'Ah…his finger techniques…are so perfect…down to each and every note he plays…' she thought as she secretly gawked at him, a dreamy syndrome beginning to course through her veins.
His hair swayed violently at the awesome way he moved his fingers, his elbows and torso, his eyes closed and his mind completely focused on his performance.
It was supposed to be a practice meant for none but Kahoko just happened to sneak into the room and hide behind the piano.
Oh good Lord, down Kahoko, down!
As she stared at him some more and threw a few more mental comments on his mini, concerto, she lost control over her jaw and slowly, it began to fall on the floor, causing a major drool alert to wake her up.
'Oh darn! I'm drooling!'
Kahoko gave herself a little pinch on the back of her hand and cheek, wiping the spit that managed to flow a few centimeters down her chin.
Len cracked his eyes open, eying the room with his stern gaze, searching for the culprit behind the squeaks he heard.
And as if luck was against Kahoko, he spotted her shoes behind the piano and sighed. 'No point in scolding this girl; she's too stupid to understand…'
"You there," he began in his cold voice, pointing to her feet with his bow. "—I know you're there. How'd you get in, Hino?" he asked, walking over casually to her spot.
Hino laughed sheepishly as she lifted herself up unhurriedly, revealing her guilty, brown eyes and crooked smile that explained everything she's been doing. "So…ah…Beethoven's Violin Romance…nice…?" she uttered out of the blue, hesitantly.
Kahoko inched closer to the door, her violin case behind her. "So ah…I ah…came to watch you play…" she said, barely making her words straight and meaningful.
"And you just happened to sneak in here without permission?" He arched an eyebrow, his bow pointing accusingly at her. Kahoko smiled, her goofed up state giving a much worse impression to Tsukimori.
"I…like your bow…?"
"Confused, are we now, Hino?"
"N-no…Tsukimori-kun…" she stammered, her chin burying into her chest as she kept her head low.
"I'll cut you some slack for today since you stammered."
Kahoko perked up a little, rubbing her hand on the back of her head as she continued her train of 'ha-ha's' and 'ano's'. And what deemed to be eternity ended as her left hand clutched for the cold knob behind her and yanked the door open, darting out as fast as lightning.
Tsukimori sighed for the second time around, filing his music sheets into one, thick stack and placed it on the wooden table in the corner.
Just his luck with women. His luck with Kahoko, to be more specific.
He plunked himself on a chair and slumped his shoulders, burying his right cheek into his right palm. His left hand smothered itself on his blue hair, making it look unruly like he had just woken up from one night's drinking.
If only he bit his tongue earlier at the breakfast table; maybe by doing so he can stop any cold words from slipping out of his mouth. Truly, his mouth was the devil's workshop. Why, you ask?
Number one, he drove the girl he liked since God-knows-when away in devastated state.
Number two, he practically eradicated her head because of all those penetrating questions not to mention the use of his cold tone and piercing looks.
Number three, he pointed out the fact that she stammered and made her even more embarrassed than ever.
Number four, he didn't stop her.
Number five, he's just sitting there like a dead tree.
He groaned a bit, grasping on his velvety hair as he tried desperately not to hammer his head on the table umpteen times.
Len can't exactly just swoop down beside her like an apparition and tell her 'Hey, babe, what's shaking? Do you want to make out?'
If anyone could, it'll be Yunoki-senpai.
A three syllable sentence with three basic words that even a kindergarten student understands was just so damn hard for him to say!
It's like making and infant say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
If this guy had one wish, it'd be the ability to stand beside her and say 'Hey, want to catch a movie or something?'
Sounds simple, right?
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Kahoko held the violin in her hands, thinking about how dumb she's been. Well, gawking could still be acceptable but drooling was another story.
She just can't keep doing that!
He's just too…gorgeous!
Hot to be more specific.
And like any phenomenon in the world, Len Tsukimori just had to be so darn irresistible to meddle with.
"Ah…so…handsome…" she sighed, placing an arm atop her forehead, squirming around as she pictured herself being snuggled by Tsukimori on a bitter, winter's day.
'Hmm, his face would be so much cooler with a snowy background. His eyes and hair just match perfectly! Kya!! Wouldn't it be nice if he held me tight!?' she thought, hugging her instrument as if it was him.
Kahoko moaned a bit, getting to the part wherein Tsukimori would ravish her lips with his.
Unbeknownst to the girl, the guy that she was currently thinking about was five feet near her.
"What the…" Kahoko propped back on her feet, her violin suddenly placed into position. Wrong move, Kahoko, wrong.
Kahoko blanched at the sight of Len Tsukimori who never got enough sunlight right in front of her. Why? Why of all the possible embarrassing moments did he have to see that one wherein she snuggled her violin!?
"Cold weather we're having…" she stated, dropping a few more temperatures when she realized that it was the middle of May.
"It's spring…" he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
Kahoko began sweating, her fingers trembling as the words that she had managed to get a grip on managed to escape. "Well, you know what they say…" she began, her eyes darting within their frames, not knowing what should come next. "—Love changes winter into…spring…"
Kahoko giggled hoarsely, her eyes looking stressed as she gave him a light punch on the shoulder.
"Love huh?"
Kahoko, her stance still intact, decided to make some music. More likely, make funny noises come out.
As her arm guided her hands, she closed he eyes, trying to make herself disappear like dust particles. Len arched an eyebrow, the horrid sounds sinking into his head. All wrong! Ave Maria became Oh My Hysteria!
It sounded worse than a sheep being strangled!
It sounded worse than Tsuchiura singing opera!
What a great worst-case scenario, Kahoko!
"Stop it, just stop it… You're clearly out of it…" he said, taking the violin from her hands.
"I was…ugh…thinking…" she stated, leaning on the trunk of the tree.
"Obviously…" he replied.
Kahoko was clad with a deep coating of nervousness and pressure as she plunked down on the grass to try and put herself back together.
Len sat right beside her, worsening the already agonizing hell for her. What made it much more devastating was when his exposed skin managed to brush passed hers. Oh God, it made her twitch.
"So ah…how's the concours?" she asked, her lips trembling.
"The concours ended a month ago…" Kahoko could feel her sensitive complexion freezing as she realized that she said something outdated.
"Ah, oh yeah… Oh my goodness, I don't know what came over me!"
Len raised an eyebrow, tracing her moves with his stern looks. He himself is at a wreck. Hasn't she noticed the fact that he's only stated less than forty words!?
"So ah…love. It makes…winter turn into…another…season."
And he just had to say something that would make him hurl. Kahoko stiffened a bit, hugging her knees as she gave herself a whack on the jaw mentally. "Ah…yes…"
Silence—nature indeed implied a great thing here.
Speak up.
"Are you in love, Hino?" Kahoko blushed beet red, multiple images of Len flashing before a wide screen that existed in her head. "Yup, although it could be a nuisance sometimes, I'm a bit glad a fell for that guy."
"Which guy in particular?" Tsukimori, with his piercing, stern eyes, looked at her and he seemed fit to kill.
Oh, let's say, the guy looking at me right now's the one. Yeah, I think you're hot, she thought, smiling sheepishly, taken aback by his sudden question.
"Some guy who can play the instrument extremely well," was her answer, lifting herself up before anything goes to a steep cliff.
"Are you saying that I'm inferior to that guy?" Kahoko shot him a curious look, arching an eyebrow. Tsukimori dusted some grass of his pants, gripped her shoulders none too gently and glued his eyes onto hers. Oh boy.
Goody-goody, he was up for it now. And he's a word away from unveiling his wild side. A side that no one but her mom knew from when she found his bed wet from…you-know-what after a steamy dream.
The violinist, turning oh-so suddenly into a savage but still ravishing young man, pinned the red-headed lass into the rough trunk of the three, his eyes still penetrating hers. "Ah, Tsukimori…this is not what I had in mind for…err…a proper conversation…" she uttered, her eyes darting around their frames.
"I know which is why I've taken the liberty of changing your mind."
"And what are you implying?"
"Damn." Kahoko felt hot blood in her cheeks as she watched his lips say 'damn'. 'Darn, he still looks gorgeous…' she thought, biting her lower lip, not knowing that it made her even more tempting to his eyes.
"I don't…quite understand…"
"Geez, Kaho…" he murmured softly, pressing his lips against her cheek. "Call me Len…"
"What are you…trying to say here?" she asked once more.
His eyes traveled down her face, down to her plum lips. Kahoko, still dazed, found him pressing his lips light on hers, moving them slowly. His hands managed to snake around her slender frame, pushing her body nearer to his.
She got the message.
Clearly…
Willingly, she responded, trying to keep up with his pace.
Her arms managed to wrap around his neck and her hands ruffled his hair.
And thus, the young man sneered inwardly, contented with her answer. Perhaps too joyed.
And when he pulled away, she stared at him, mouth gaped, eyes wide. "Do you get it?"
—End
Yes, I know this was a bit different from what I expected. But please bare with me. I'm quite new here and I haven't read much of the stories of this anime. As all of you may know, the archive is not that full. If anyone can give me advice, I'm willing to take the harsh criticisms.
But don't take to the top.
