Sleep with Your Eyes Open and Talk With You Mouth Closed.

Keys perfectly played; bony fingers pushing each with not the slightest of force. Still a melody emits from the empty room he used to sneak in –to which, had gone unnoticed by the busy passers of the hallways exactly ending to the entrance of this certain door.

Non-entities of notes undoubtly invisible to the naked eyes, Akashi still seemed to play tremendously. Even with the complex ups and downs written to the papers that he didn't actually minded to follow.

Still he proceeded to create such a beautiful rhythm, a song, a tune, something euphonic once you heard it.

From the empty rooms to the small holes of the windows, it goes out to attract the chirping birds, amazing the dogs and cats scattered around the areas of Tokyo, but mostly to the ears of many and one –Momoi Satsuki.

Some days ago, she had found out that there was a special treatment offered for the red head; along with the luxury of having an empty room filled with musical instruments the man could play himself as much as he wishes.

And to her, she had oddly found the new unfamiliar songs played on the piano –graceful, enticing, and beautiful.

So she timed it up, on her break shift –she had made the exact opportunity to sneak in –maybe have a little chat; that might end up to something she least expected but highly hoped so to happen.

~*o0o*~

Akashi hadn't made the move once he felt a presence overshadow his. He had his back properly postured, freely out of his hospital gown –instead, the man chose to better himself off with his choice of clothes (a white shirt showing his sharp collarbones and black pants toning his muscled legs.)

However, the wires entangled in his arms were still there, needles connected under the heels of his palms covered with newly gauze pads. And the hanging racket –as he would call it; hung above his head, the bags containing liquids to immunize and develop his health to a better shape.

Even so, he continued playing the piano; not minding who was behind him –since he knew it was none other than Momoi. The nurse. The friendly and cheerful one.

At the end of his entertaining performance, he looked back and smiled at the nurse. Greeting her formally even with lips tightly-closed as possible.

"You play piano?" Momoi invited herself to sit beside him, then she laid her clip board at the top of the piano, Akashi didn't seem to mind, he was unfazed by it knowing a friend would be at close proximity towards his bare pale skin;

The red head nodded as a response, then he heard Momoi mutter some inaudible words, something he comprehended to have sounded like; 'Pretty faced pianist.' To which Akashi wanted to chuckle at.

"I wish I could," Momoi admitted, then to her surprise the man had held onto her right hand (soft, milky yet chubby fingers). She felt the man inflict her cheeks to flush down to different shades of red, but Akashi was too oblivious to notice that.

"I played once before, though I'm not sure if I could remember it again."

Akashi only smiled.

At one moment the man used his index finger to push hers, causing the key to let out a sound, then the man pushed her thumb, to which was positioned to the Key C –Momoi finally understood and went to follow the man's silent instruction.

Quickly pushing the keys only assigned for her to do so, Momoi felt the sudden feeling of doing things her own way.

Once Akashi had accompanied her emitted sounds of music, Momoi move her arms –crossed to Akashi's left, then they had exchanged looks (for a moment) and proceeded to produce a lively; euphonic, tremendous ,heart-leaping music.

Along with different keys perfectly timed to be pressed; terrifically producing sounds of irresistible allure; arms intertwining and touching, her feet happily swaying with the melodies of their music, and their fingers finally setting off the keys with one simple push of happiness.

A moment and they stopped.

"That...was amazing," Momoi stated breathlessly, it was actually unbelievable she still remembered how to play the piano. With so much work to do, she had abandoned the instrument for a long time.

Akashi had breathed heavily besides her, exhaling while she took time to inhale, and would begin to inhale once she had exhaled. Both alternately and drastically taking time to calm down.

"I never had the time to play it," Momoi looked at her fingers, "Sometimes when I do I feel like something's missing..."

The red head only looked at her, then waited.

He was aware of how close they had inched towards each other, but then Momoi closed the distance between their feet; arms, shoulders –and faces inches away from each other.

"I keep on thinking about it," She whispered, raspy voice, seducing tone.

5 inches...

"Why I always feel melancholic when I play it,"

3 inches...

"...I feel unsatisfied –out of place,"

2 inches...

"Whatever I do, there's always something I feel missing..."

There was a silent countdown going on his head, as if some kind of a pilot about to tell the passengers that the plane is going to crash, or a coach yelling at the top of his lungs on how many push-ups more to accomplish –but more importantly, it was metaphorically compared to Kise frantically wailing about his pimple suddenly tainting his face via phone call –

It would be a good comparison –except, his mind was Kise's frantic wailings; and the pimples were the mere depiction of Momoi suddenly leaning forward –softly touching his lips, then suddenly opening her mouth for him to enter his tongue.

There was a moment of shock, until he had decided to cut off the frantic chanted in his head. Akashi responded to the kiss which had tasted like the sweet mixture of recently eaten strawberry-flavored candies and a minty gum.

It was overwhelming, enticing, enlightening–but most of all, Momoi felt absolutely pleased.

Then the red head leaned further, forcing for more opening –sliding off his tongue to show dominance (in a sweet and careful way).

He kissed as sweetly as he could, biting her lower lip as gentle as he could, but still –the kiss was over all, amusing and professional.

Approximately 0 distance...

~*o0o*~

They broke off, gaining many centimeters of distance. Lips slightly sore and red, eyes never leaving each other's gazes; staring to collect the pleasant reaction gleaming in their orbs.

"This is against the rule." Momoi admitted.

And Akashi looked at her with a 'They'll never know about it' look.

~*o0o*~

She slept through the whole night thinking about it, something she had never done before.

~*o0o*~