Author's Note: Well, you can say that the psycho's back...after almost completely disappearing for half a year, or so. I've finally written another chapter because I've finally come back from a riveting adventure from another world, fighting monsters and evil sorcerors day and night! Well, if you choose not to believe that, then I guess you'll just have to go with my excuse of being too busy because of the many things that the cruel smile-stealing inferno called 'high school' kept bombarding me with last school year (and you could say that I was too scared to continue), probably causing me to lose readers.
I will forever despise polymerase chain reaction and the anatomy of frogs - and the frogs themselves.
Chapter IX: Stifling Silence
She could hear it - a beautiful melody. It was muffled, and she didn't know where it was coming from or where she even was, but one thing she knew was that the sound was bewitching.
She felt strange for some reason. She began to wonder why, but found herself unable to concentrate because much of her attention was being pulled away by the lovely notes filling the atmosphere.
The piece was captivating; and not only because of its splendid composition, but because it was being played with such precision - the vibrato and the use of dynamics were just flawless.
She continued to listen as the music repeatedly swayed her. She felt so light - almost as if she were floating in air. All her troubles and all her earthly thoughts seemed to just naturally slip away, leaving her to be at harmony with the violin responsible for all those marvelous sounds.
She felt bare and vulnerable, having been stripped of so many things, but she didn't seem to mind; and it was not long when the melody was able to completely penetrate her heart, piercing it so suddenly and filling it with splendor, causing little teardrops to one by one run as fast as they could down her delicate cheeks.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried like this, or if she ever had - minus the many shallow tantrums she'd thrown when she was a child.
Hino Kahoko didn't feel miserable, though - no, not at all. Instead, she felt remarkably and inexplicably happy.
Not only that, but she felt so strangely inspired as well. She had the sudden urge to grab her violin and to practice endlessly in order to someday produce something as delightful as the sound her ears were detecting. Ah, her violin! Now, where had she placed it?
"I know I placed it somewhere he-"
The sound was growing ever so louder, but remained gentle and gracious as she noticed her surroundings for the first time - rather, the lack of her surroundings. It was only now that she realized that she was being engulfed by utter darkness.
"Where am I?" she thought, as the piece was nearing its end.
Kahoko looked around, desperately searching for, well, anything, but merely found nothing but the blackness everywhere.
The music came to a halt, startling Kaho. "No, don't stop," she thought. The music had brought a sense of completeness upon her; it filled her and suppressed the hunger she felt, and now that it was gone, she felt awfully incomplete and empty.
She began to frantically search for the source of the music that had been playing earlier, but found no success. The darkness seemed to be endless - stretching out from all directions, and there was nothing here but her. She longed for the playing again because she had come to admire it so much.
She sat down in defeat and let her thoughts swarm her as the utter silence was becoming stifling.
She tried to recall the music - the way it gallantly and delightingly pranced around her mind. It was a tune she was definite she'd never heard before, but somehow she also felt as if she'd heard it before...
"Agh, what am I thinking?" she said, clearly irritated at her confusion.
There she remained, sitting alone in the darkness, remembering the beautiful melody that she had heard only a few moments ago - the beautiful sound that she knew she truly had to hear one more time.
Author's Note #2: I decided to continue this while I still had the time before the inferno tries grab at me with its powerful claws again. I'm sorry if I'll merely be disappointing you with my writing; it's been a while (I don't remember what I wanted for this story and I haven't written like the way I did in this story in a long time! :|), but whatever; I can just fend off the miserable reviews with my newfound stoic attitude. Huzzah!
Btw, the reason as to why I did not include Tsuchiura was because I didn't want to include any more characters. :| Sorry. Having so many characters will make it too complicated for me. I'm an inexperienced wimp! Hahaha.
I better publish this fast before my mom wakes up and demands for an explanation as to why I'm still up. It's already 3:46 am. It's short, I know, but you should be used to that by now. I'm working on the next chapter, don't fret.
