A/N: Ahhhh, reviews are so wonderful! I got a few reviews asking for, uh, ahem, some M rated stuff…Well, I just want to know if anyone is okay with that for next chapter…though it might be pretty suckish since I have next to no love life...You might be wondering why I'm not using this idea for NicoMaki. Well, while I DO ship NicoMaki, I honestly think it has enough fanfic and attention, not that there is anything wrong with that. Also, Umi playing the piano sounds amazing and my gay ass forced me to. Enjoy. Oh, yeah, and I lied. This ain't angst. More like some random misc thing. Didn't really care for "plot" or "detail" on this. I just wanted to write something and get my creative juices flowin.
Kotori hated where she was living.
Not only was her school far from where she lived, yet close enough to still be considered 'walking distance', but also far from her job at a magazine company, and those were hard to come by.
Nonetheless, she was quite displeased every time she came home, and only one thing usually brought her spirits up.
Her neighbor.
Yes, maybe she has only seen her once or twice. She only knew that she was a mature young woman about the same age as her with long, flowing blue hair that reminded her of the sea. Needless to say, she was quite stunning, in Kotori's opinion, but it wasn't just that which caught her attention, but her talent.
See, where Kotori lived, it wasn't exactly the greatest in architectural standards; simply put (Though she was glad it seemed to be the only problem), the walls were pretty thin, and one could hear almost everything that goes on, from fights to more…intimate events. At first, Kotori hated it, as she felt she had no privacy.
She came home like she did every other day: tired and cranky. The only nice moment that happened was when she finally got to meet her other next door neighbor. She was quite friendly, and rather well-mannered, though her greeting was curt, it was reasonable, as they only just met. They both went into their respective apartments, which ended their first meeting. Kotor sunk into her couch with a sigh and closed her eyes. At this time, it had only been about a week for her living here, and it still had a pretty terrible impression on her. The ashen brown haired girl tried to bring herself to nap, but it wasn't quite working now. A frustrating groan escaped her lips, but another sound followed in suit.
Her interest piqued, Kotori followed it onto the wall of her living room; a shared wall with her neighbor. The sound was a piano, playing a slow, calm melody. She knew this melody quite well; it was something she heard her friend Maki play. Chopin's "Nocturne op. 9 no. 2", if she remembered correctly. It was one of her favorite pieces, due to its simple, yet slightly complex, melody, and the story it conveyed to her.
To her, it conveyed an overall tone of sadness. Something you would feel on a rainy day, but you would know that the rain would let up sooner or later, which brings up the slight hint of hope in the piece.
She noticed another sound, similar to that of the piano playing. It was humming. Her neighbor hummed along with the song. She could tell, even though the humming was soft and sweet, it still had the potential to become powerful when its owner wanted it to be.
The next day followed, and Kotori came back just as cranky as the last. Another melody soon danced faintly around her room, this time, it was, loud, powerful, emotional…
It was Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata mov. 3,"
If Kotori could play this complex piece, it would be when she was furious. The overall message sent chills down her spine every time she listened to a professional play it; this time was no exception.
Even with the wall in between, she could feel this emotion course through each note. An abrupt stop caused Kotori to snap out of her thinking. She heard a sniffle, and Nocturne started playing again.
Months passed, and each day was filled with a story played in terms of classical music. It became something Kotori looked forward to, despite her day's habit of being a complete and utter shit.
This time, though, she wasn't greeted by Bach or Strauss to go along with the snow falling outside, but something Kotori didn't recognize, despite the knowledge given to her by a certain red head.
It was a quiet opening, but something surprised Kotori.
A voice was singing. Not humming like those other days, but a voice singing lyrics.
It was deep. During the first verse, it was soft, but as it bridged into the chorus, it was then a powerful, beautiful sound, as if a siren was calling Kotori in.
And that, it was doing. Kotori found herself leaving her place, and knocking on the door of her neighbor. The piano had abruptly stopped, and footsteps could be heard coming towards the door. It opened quietly to reveal a young woman. Her face was slightly red, as she most likely knew about the condition of the apartment building's walls. "May I help you?" she asked, rubbing the back of her neck.
Kotori smiled, "You play the piano pretty well!"
A/N: I didn't want Maki's tsundere attitude ruining the fanfic, so that could be another reason. Please leave a review whether or not you are fine with some SHAMELESS things on the next oneshot. Oh, and feel free to leave a setting/prompt thing to go with it as well.
(Sorry this was short, I have things to do and I wrote this on a whim and the fact that I wanted to make sure you were fine with SHAMELESSNESS on this thing here next chap.)
(Another note: I only wrote this idea because I had no place else to pour my piano gay in.)
(Another note: By "Intimate events", for those oblivious people, I mean people procreating/making love.)
(Another note: If you don't know what either means, it means people are fucking and Kotori cannot sleep at night because of their loud screams and the bumps in the night. You're welcome.)