Again, this is the beginning of new story that is completly different from the first six chapters.
I'm such a dirty liar, saying this was only the teaser and to wait. ;D
Here, unintentionally, is the first chapter of the rewrite... Kiko is not please. More details at the bottom. D;
Oh, and you should go check out the new ending I tacked onto the first version; it's so cool. x3
I have been told that I am too young to know what love is; too innocent to know the touch of a man. In all truth, I wish they were right, but they aren't. This is my story, a tragedy in its own right, from the very beginning—before everything became one lie after another. I only pray that at the end of this retelling, my dear audience, you find what I did and could not. Remember, this is my own form of confession and retribution.
Those first four words were the beginning of the end.
"Kaito, meet your betrothed," his mother said. I looked to him as I stepped forward, expecting to see some form of a gallant knight, but was instead met with a boy. That was just fine, though. I could tell just from the look in his eyes that he was going to be my prince; it just required time.
But I couldn't forget my manners. With an honest smile, I curtsied politely, eyes trying to remain locked on his face. He looked away, gaze intent to remain on the floor. That boy, destined to be with for all of my life, was seven years older than myself, him being twelve. Mama had said that age didn't matter; love did.
It wasn't difficult to like him at first sight, such reliable features, and I was not foolish enough to brush any feelings away as simple infatuation. If I was to be married to him, I would love him with all of my heart. After all, that was how it went in the fairytales: the brave prince, no matter how cold or different in age, would marry the princess and they would live happily ever after.
I felt my mother's comforting hand on my head briefly before she began to leave with his own mother to discuss a private matter in the parlor. As she walked away she whispered, "Remember Miku, love is what matters."
I wish she had been right.
My vision focuses on the violin in my lap. Having skill in the arts—more specifically music—was essential when trying to prepare for a debut society, or so I have been told. None of the other instruments held an appeal in my eyes. Not the magnificent harp or the graceful piano or even the spritely flute. The violin, however, was something else. The strong, independent violin able to create a masterful elegy and a moving melody to make an aria wonderful under any vocalist all in few movements of the wrist was a true instrument.
I felt my lips fold into a half frown. Since when had I developed such a passion for it? I was only twelve years of age, so it couldn't have been that long ago, so why was I unable to remember…?
No matter; if I had to practice, then I would. Lightly, I hopped down from the lavish chair I was seated in by the window, violin still in hand, and crossed to the center of the empty ballroom. In what felt like one fluid motion, I placed the instrument to my chin and rested the bow upon the delicate strings.
In that instant I remembered what my music instructor, Lady Prima, had told me before. "It is a shame that your music is lifeless," I repeated quietly, talking to myself.
My teal eyes drifted down the handsome neck of the tool in my left hand. Rehearsing; always rehearsing and replaying someone else's piece; some other person's life on paper transcribed to music. What about my own? What if I didn't do as I was told…?
It was there, alone in the empty ballroom with nothing but the whispers of instructing voices from the past, that I disobeyed. I allowed my hand to begin to play the music that it desired; the piece that it yearned to sing. Immediately I was taken in by the sound. The music had devoured me into a sensual rhythm that was a spinning whirl of emotion. Strength, dependability, trust, mystery, and fear; all were rising to the very height of each note, beckoning to be seen from my soul.
That was the first time I was truly enveloped by music and, as I later discovered, the first time he was compelled to secretly observe me.
I am so not happy with this chapter. I mean, it's such a cruddy way to begin after Kaito's deliciously insane story. D;
Miku sounds so plain, not even thinking about him! It upsets me! Dx
Well, just remember the music theme and stuff. It'll appear again later. Really, this is much more difficult to write that I first expected, but I am writing it for the challenge. Oh! And as you may have noticed, I have put in similarities to version one in this piece, but that's all just for giggles. Personal giggles specifically, but I'd like it if my readers got something out of it, too. :3
Anyway, try not to leave after such a disappointing start. It'll get better, I promise. And longer ('cause it's so ick and short now). D:
