Tune for the Heart

Chapter 11

'Ello again! ^^

Normal thanks and stuff to you all!

Erm...well...I'm so bone dry again I don't even know what to say. ^^

Anyways I really hope this chapter is, in your opinion, of a reasonable standard...XD

Panda-Chan.


Standing on the balcony at his home with the soft breeze ruffling through his hair, Tsukimori was twirling the flight ticket between his hands, deep in thought.

Ever since his Father had passed away Tsukimori found he could not grieve. Even seeing his Mother in such an awful state did he feel no wash of sadness nor any sign of giving in. In one perspective it was a good thing. It was something serious he had to stay strong and focus on and grieving would mean he wouldn't never be able to do it.

Either way, he was going. That much he knew. Despite the fact that there were many reasons for him to stay he wasn't about to linger on them. To be entirely truthful he wasn't very confident in his ability to keep 'strong' and 'focussed'. So the less distractions there were the better.

To study abroad was his only option. It what his Father would have wanted him to do and he wasn't about to let him down. This offer was only going to be given to him once and it was offer he had no choice but to accept. It was his only way in improving his violin skills and he also knew that this was something that he wanted to do immensely. All to help him become a true violinist his Father would have been proud of.

But there was one thought that kept slithering into his mind like a poisonous snake...

...Hino Kahoko and her complicated 'Friendship'.

Yes, complicated was defiantly the right word for it.

Tsukimori shook his head again and huffed.

"Go away thoughts...go away temptation...go awaaay...." He muttered to himself in a sing-song sort of voice.

His expression changed from annoyance to thoughtfulness then back to annoyance again as the thoughts ran circles in his mind.

In the end, having enough of the constant thinking and realising he was getting stressed out despite the cool outdoor breeze, Tsukimori decided to retreat back into the confinements of his room.

He sank onto the coach, after tucking the ticket safely in a locked drawer, and without even looking, grabbed a random book off the bookcase behind him and turned to the first page.

"A Father and Son were sitting on a river bank fishing. The sun was high in the sky..."

He rolled his eyes and skipped to a random page.

"He was torn...should he go against everything his Father had done for him and go with the love of his life, abandoning every hope and dream his Father had ever had? Or should he stay with his Father, someone who had trusted him and cared more than anyone he had ever known, and try and forget about his love..."

"For heaven's sake..." He muttered, before tossing it on the floor and reaching for another one.

This time he had a look at the title and blurb before reading, making sure he wouldn't start reading something that related to his own life in away.

"She held the flute to her lips and began playing. As she was still quite a beginner she wasn't quite sure whether it sounded like anything worth listening to but despite that, she couldn't help but carry on the playing. The thrill and excitement of it drove her on and not caring if anyone heard her, she began playing pieces she had only heard of in and around school by the other more experienced flutists.

She closed her eyes and let the flute work its magic...she could feel the breeze swirling around her, making her scarf twist and turn in the same direction. It was if the wind was replying to her music in its own special way, communicating with her.

Suddenly she heard another sound that almost made her stop completely.

Someone was joining in with her, playing an octave higher and from time to time, drifting off into another melody that seemed to complete the whole song.

It was...well, there wasn't really another word to describe it...

...Magical.

Two strangers playing in perfect and melodious harmony.

They played like that until the piece had finally come to an end.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around, looking for the person who had joined in with her.

Looking left, right and then behind she saw no-one. And just when she was about to give up looking, a high pitched trill bounced around her and forced her to look up.

There, standing on top of the hill amongst the trees was a silhouette of what appeared to be a young man. His long hair was flowing down behind him, occasionally floating up by the wind. His flute was still at his lips and when he finally removed it, he tilted his head to one side as if curious about something then bowed to her.

She curtsied uncertainly back to him, not taking her eyes off the mysterious silhouette of the stranger.

He turned his head to one side and started saying something. It seemed to her that he purposely wanted her to see him speak so that's why he had turned his head.

By the time his words had drifted with the breeze towards her, he had already gone.

"...I hope to see you again someday...maybe even have the honour of playing with you again..."

The voice was so familiar, yet she couldn't quite place her finger on where she might have heard it from. The voice was so soft, so caring...and the words...she could have sworn she had heard them..."

Tsukimori grunted and flung the book across the room.

"So much for not reminding me of my life..." He thought automatically.

He suddenly tensed up and a frown formed on his lips.

"How could that have related to me? I mean, I'm not a girl, I don't play the flute, and I haven't met a mysterious stranger, or whatever he was, and played some random piece with them..."

"Ahh...but you see...You may not be a girl and you don't play the flute, but you do play the violin, which is another classical instrument. Also, though you haven't met a stranger and played with them, youhave played with Kahoko at Fuyuumi-Chan's villa and I'm sure you enjoyed that as much as the girl in the story did...probably even more..." The annoying voice in his head argued, making Tsukimori thump his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Not possible, not possible, definitely not possible...can't be...impossible..." He began chanting in his mind.

The sound of the doorbell being rung at the front door suddenly relieved him of his thoughts.

He jumped off the couch in a foul mood, trampled out of his room and down the stairs.

When he reached the bottom of the stair case he rushed to the door and flung it open, a cold expression on his face and in an annoyed tone asked,

"Can I help you?"

His expression then turned from cold, to surprise then to confusion.

Standing in front of him was Kahoko, her parents and her sister, all of which were looking about as dismal as a rainy day.

He coughed uncomfortably and looked solemn.

"Ah, apologies. I wasn't expecting anyone today, least of all for you all to come and pay a visit." He paused. "Please, do come in."

He stepped to the side to allow them to pass and when they were all safely inside he closed the door slowly, turning round to face them all.

"Why don't I take your coats and you all head down to the living room?"

"That's very generous of you Tsukimori..." Kahoko's father began.

"Please call me Len, Sir."

"...Len it is then. Well then Len, it's awfully generous of you but we'll be fine, if you'll just show us where to put them..."

"I insist. You are, after all, currently all guests here at the Tsukimori household so it would only be

Wise of me to make you feel as comfortable here as possible."

"Yes, I can see where you are coming from and it does indeed make sense...but you see we didn't just come here to..."

"Dad, why don't I help Tsukimori-Kun take them? Two coats each? I mean for crying out loud, we've only just got here and you've already raised a slight argument on who should take the coats away. Please be reasonable." Kahoko interrupted, slightly annoyed.

Her father sighed.

"Yes, yes of course. You're right." He turned to Tsukimori. "It's my turn to apologise Len. It is, of course, your own home and we should listen to what you have to say."

Tsukimori shrugged his shoulders a little.

"Oh, there's no need to apologise on such trivial things. As your daughter so kindly pointed out, it is only a very small matter that doesn't need to cause such a fuss." He extended his hand to take the coats. "May I?"


Kahoko took hers off as with the rest of her family. Then, taking her own and her sister's, she followed Tsukimori, who had her parents', to the cloakroom.

"Just place them anywhere." He said once they were inside, gesturing to the outrageously many coat hangers there were.

"Okay..." She walked over to the nearest ones and neatly placed them on the hooks.

"They must have tons of guests over quite often...or at least...have tons of guests over at one time...who could ever have so many coat hangers in one cloakroom?" She asked herself, trying to keep her mind off the terrible mood she was in.

"...Kahoko?"

She looked up to see Tsukimori looking back at her. She read in those strangely heart-melting eyes of his that there was something he was hiding. And he looked slightly troubled by it.

Kahoko could feel her stone heart sinking a little more inside her chest. She remembered how guilty she had felt when she had found out, and how stupid she had been for not being there for him when she had just promised to do so.

That was one of the reasons she wanted to come here...

...To apologise for her errors.

Though she knew that 'Sorry' probably wasn't enough.

"...Yes?" She finally answered. She decided the least she could do was listen to what he had to say first. Even if it meant that she couldn't say what she wanted to, then she still would.

Nothing could make up for the mistakes she had just made a week or so ago.

"...Your Father...he...he said that 'we didn't just come here to visit.' What was the other reason for you all to come here then?" His eyes were still locked hers and despite the fact she desperately wanted to look away, she couldn't seem to bring herself to do so.

She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and opened them again, keeping a steady gaze into Tsukimori's.

"Don't...don't be mad at me for saying this okay? But first of all...there isn't just one reason...there are two...one for my whole family and me...and the second just for me personally."

She looked deep into those crystal-like eyes, searching for some negative reaction. Finding neither negative nor positive reactions she was about to carry-on when Tsukimori suddenly murmured,

"I would never, never be able to get mad at you Kahoko. Not completely..."

Her eyes opened a fraction wider at his comment but other than that didn't react as she was too shocked.

"...Ah...anyway...just carry on...sorry...I was interrupting wasn't I?" He finally broke eye-contact by sheepishly looking away.

Kahoko smiled to herself. She had to admit, Tsukimori-Kun looked really cute when he was flustered.

"Okay...well...my family knows that you and your Mother are in a very...well...bad situation. No, that's a rubbish way to put it..."

Tsukimori shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Just say what you like. It's fine."

"The last time someone said that to me it turned out anything but..." Kahoko thought bleakly.

"Um okay...well anyway...we realise that ever since your, um, Father's..." She faltered, looking around the room worriedly and biting her lip at the thought that she may say something that would upset Tsukimori.


"Kahoko...?"

She didn't appear to notice.

He took a step closer to her and waved his hand directly in front of her face.

She zoned back in and when she realised how close he suddenly was she physically jumped back, blushing violently.

"Ye-Yes?" She stuttered quietly.

"What did I just say? I said that it doesn't matter. Got it? Say whatever the hell you like, I am not going to run out of the room crying my eyeballs out. I also realise that the last person to say that...well let's just say that it wasn't exactly the best day of their lives right? But I can guarantee that I won't be doing anything of the sort."

For once in his life, Tsukimori Len found he actually had to pretend he was annoyed.

This both shocked him and made him feel slightly pleased at the same time, and he turned his head so that Kahoko couldn't read any tell-tale signs on his face.

It had just dawned on him that the fact he was cold in the first place was not necessary in his nature, but more that the fact was it was probably because that since before he could remember he had been pretty much alone. So, when he started school the cold and aloof demeanour that had started to brew repelled those around him, making him even more so.

Yes, that was it.

And that's maybe why he was so drawn to Kahoko...because she was the first person who actually tried to be friendly around him...maybe why whenever he saw her everything seemed a lot brighter...like now for instance...

"Ah, Tsukimori Len you dense idiot...can't even follow your own instructions...yeesh...." He thought to himself.

"Come now, don't be so harsh on yourself eh? I'm sure a couple more minutes with her won't hurt a fly..." The usually annoying voice suddenly didn't seem so bothersome to him anymore and he smiled to himself.

"Really...I must be going delirious...at this rate I could be in a right mess if I don't keep focussed...but you know what? At this very particular moment in time I cannot be bloody bothered..." He grinned again.

"...Um...Tsukimori-Kun?"

At hearing Kahoko call his name he quickly composed himself again, regaining the cool and collected mask he usually wore, before turning round to face her again.

"Yes?"

"Do...do you want me to continue then?"

"That would be very helpful, yes."

"Umm...okay....well....as I was saying...my family knew that you and your Mother weren't exactly in...the best of times. Your Mother had cancelled all her 4 concerts this past week so we knew she must be feeling pretty terrible. Also, you haven't been at school for the whole week either, though to be honest who can blame you, so you must be either staying to look after your Mother or you're in a pretty awful state yourself. Maybe even both. Either way we knew we couldn't just stand there all day while you both suffered. Yes I know, the 'intruding gene' runs in the family..." She joked, smiling at him in a friendly manner.

Tsukimori, keeping with the 'I'm annoyed' Plan from before, purposely relaxed his expression and twitched his mouth it a half smile.

"...Yeah well anyway, we knew we had to do something for you so we came over to help with what we could. Stuff like tidying the house, chores, errands, talking, that kind of thing..." She continued.

"Are you saying that my Mother and I aren't capable of looking after ourselves? Is that it?"

Boy was this pretending lark was fun... [Place cheeky Chibi-Tsukimori smile here...^^]

He tilted his head to the side, his expression serious and questioning, despite the fact he felt like snickering again.

"Eh??!! No!! Of course not!! We just thought...I mean...we...would have thought that....I...Argh!" She was getting pretty flustered and that made Tsukimori feel pretty guilty, so he relaxed his apparent hard mood a bit.

He fake sighed. He prayed it didn't sound too melodramatic.

"Okay, forget it. I can see that you're just trying to be considerate, for which I guess I need to say thank you for. But still, why must you all be so...I don't know...nice? I don't think there has ever been a time where you haven't thought about others and not yourself. You know, there's being helpful and thoughtful and kind, and then there's being too enthusiastic..."

He was joking, but it seemed he had taken it possibly a tiny step too far.

Kahoko didn't look pleased in slightest. That was, if the huge frown locked on her lips and the creased brows were supposed to mean anything.

"Well thank you very much Tsukimori Len! We come here to help you and all you do is complain about it! Have you ever heard of 'Consideration' before??"

"...And who told you to come and help us in the first place? Like I said, we can manage fine without you." He snapped, disliking her sudden irritable mood.

"And what definition of the word 'Fine' do you not understand? Your Mother, last we had seen of her, didn't look at all herself!"

"Well what would you expect? She's a widow now for heaven's sake! Who wouldn't be!?"

"Hmph. Well yes, that's true. Though we...no, change that, make it I, would have thought you must have cancelled your studies abroad for her. Did I hear anything about it? Nothing. Not a word. Even Amou-Chan couldn't find anything relating to the subject. Nothing at all. And that is near impossible for Amou-Chan to come up with nothing. So, I took it as a sure sign you were still leaving. It half surprised me actually. Why? Because Tsukimori Len probably has more urgent things to worry about ne?Let's see....oh yes, you have your violin...and...your violin and...oh, what do you know, your violin!? You go abroad to the other side of the stupid world to learn more about the violin and leave your Mother here alone. It's quite obvious really. You're definitely going abroad and nothing's going to change your mind is it?!"

She had hit a nerve there.

Hard and deep.

He gritted his teeth and his eyes turned a two or three shades colder.

"Huh. Very perceptive of you Hino. Just from the small information you know about me you managed to get that much out of it eh? Impressive...but what impresses me the most is how you managed to come to so many conclusions. The most urgent thing for me to worry about...my violin? I leave to the other side of the 'Stupid world' just so I may learn more about it, while leaving my Mother alone in the state she's in?"

"Well, I may be wrong on the last several but whether you have a better reason or what, you're still leaving her aren't you?"

Tsukimori scowled and closed his eyes, his face turned from her.

Kahoko sighed deeply and turned her back towards Tsukimori. She then walked to the other side of the cloakroom and slumped against a wall, hiding herself behind a barrier of coats hung up neatly all along one side of the room.

Thoughts were weaving sluggishly around her mind, and her whole body seemed to lack in all energy.

What she had just said was something she had realised to be true a while back. Now that she had said it aloud to him she felt far more saddened and disheartened than ever.

Yes. He was leaving.

But not just his Mother.

Not just Japan and not just Seiso Academy.

He was leaving her.

She thoroughly hated herself for being so naive. She hated herself for not realising sooner how much he meant to her and she hated herself for not realising why the moments she had spent with him were so precious.

It made her feel like laughing at the kind of things Amou, Mio and Nao used to always say. Of course they were right. They were her best friends and disregarding their thought like that was slightly disrespectful.

At the time she thought they were the most ridicules ideas in the world but now...now they were scarily real.

She recounted every memory with him again and again, making sure she would never forget them.

Kahoko then suddenly realised that while she was remembering everything, she had been shutting her eyes tightly.

And while she had been shutting her eyes tightly, salty water droplets had been raining down her cheeks.

She flew her hand over her mouth and with the other she wiped away the tears.

Unfortunately it was useless as they just kept on coming, and she wasn't really sure what she was crying about any more.

A sob escaped her lips and it was so deathly quiet it sounded ten times louder.

"Ka-Kahoko?" She heard Tsukimori whisper in astonishment. She then heard him spin round and shuffle about.

She mentally cursed herself and tried once again to get a grip.

"Kahoko are you alright? Heaven forbid please tell me you're alright..." Tsukimori murmured again.

She held her breath and counted to five in her head before breathing out and counting to five again.

She repeated this a number of times until she was certain that she wouldn't start crying again.

Although there was no longer any sound to be made she knew that it would be a while until she looked normal again.

"Seriously Kahoko you're starting to scare me now..." Tsukimori anxiously whispered once more, closer than before.

Kahoko took a couple of seconds to decide what to do.

"I'm okay, just...thinking..." She finally replied, making her voice as steady as possible.

Finally realising where she was, Tsukimori was by her in a flash, holding the coats up with his arm and kneeling beside her.

Kahoko closed her eyes and started her breathing controls again.

Him being in such close proximity to her did not help at all.

"There you are...What are you doing tucked away in a corner like this huh?"

Kahoko didn't answer.

"Were you...were you crying just a moment ago?"

"Of course not!" She said immediately, her eyes still shut. She didn't need to actually see him to know that Tsukimori was frowning. She had become so accustomed to him she already seemed to know his emotions better than he did.


She was right of course as Tsukimori was indeed frowning. He wasn't buying a word she had just said.

"Kahoko, look at me." He said softly.

She didn't move a muscle.

He repeated it again, more forcefully this time.

When Kahoko still didn't react he took matters into his own hands, quite literally.

As slowly as he could so not to frighten her, he took hold of Kahoko's chin, his first two fingers supporting below and the thumb gently resting on top, and tilted her head to face him.

Her eyes very slowly opened and her eyelids fluttered a couple of times. She still didn't look at him and he huffed faintly.

"Answer me," His tone commanding. ", were you crying?"

Straight after that, both managed to get what they wanted.

Kahoko didn't need to say anything and Tsukimori got his answer just by looking at Kahoko's puffy red eyes and damp cheeks.

He sighed, then let go of her chin but his hand was still hovering beside her face.

"Seriously, you need to get a grip of yourself Kahoko. Lest someone's going to die worrying about you when they're not around." Tsukimori said.

He was just about to turn around and leave when something changed his mind and he turned back to face Kahoko, who was staring into the space in front of her again.

"Kahoko, please whatever you do don't turn to look at me..." He prayed silently.

He leant in and whispered just inches from her ear,

"I'm going to go and distract your family. Find an excuse, tell made-up stories about my life, that kind of thing. What I need you to do is go upstairs to the bathroom and get yourself cleared up okay? It's the room at the very end of the corridor...use whatever you need..."

He backed away and ruffled Kahoko's hair.

"Just be as quiet as possible alright? My Mother's asleep and I don't want your elephant footsteps disturbing her."

He then stood up and after dusting his jeans, he walked out of the door without another word.

Kahoko crankily turned her head where Tsukimori had just knelt beside her.

She then just as slowly raised a hand to where he had ruffled her hair.

She guessed that she resembled a strawberry, as her hair, cheeks and eyes were probably the same colour.

"Th-that was...surprising..." She thought. "...I suppose I better get a move on...Tsukimori-kun won't be pleased if I took too long...after all...making small talk isn't exactly one of his fortes..." She smiled and began to drag herself up.

*****

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection, Kahoko saw herself properly for the first time that day.

She probably didn't look that good to begin with but her little sobbing spree certainly didn't help at all.

Her eyes were red, eyelids puffy and her cheeks were drier than before but still quite wet.

Her hair would have been kept the same, in a neat ponytail, if it wasn't for the fact that Tsukimori had messed it up so now there were bumps and it stuck out in some places a little too.

Too be honest she didn't really mind. He had just done something pretty uncharacteristic and she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination or it actually was the case, but it seemed to her that Tsukimori had done it out of kindness and thoughtfulness.

She smiled.

That was the Tsukimori she wanted to remember and the one she knew the best.

She splashed cold water over her face a couple of times, let the water droplets drip down her face then, still looking at the mirror, she reached for the towel hanging from a rail to the side of the sink.

She raised the towel up to her face and as she did so she caught a whiff of a something...

...a fresh, minty frangrance...

Kahoko looked around the towel for confirmation that the owner of this towel was who she thought it was.

She was right. Stitched in delicate, flowing letters were the initials, 'T.L'.

She looked around the room and seeing no other towel, she reluctantly started to dry her face.

Once she was done and checked for the last time to see if she looked alright, she neatly folded the towel back onto the rail then shuffled out of the room.

While walking down the corridor she noticed Tsukimori's door open.

She peeked inside and seeing no-one she walked in.

"To think that it won't be like this for long...gosh..."

She spotted two books lying out of place on the floor.

"How weird...for once it isn't as scarily tidy as it usually is..."

She picked them up and read the blurbs. Setting one back on the shelf she began to flick through....eventually she came to the exact same page Tsukimori had read...

When she finished reading her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

In a daze she set the last book onto the shelf too and slumped on the sofa.

She looked around the room, also memorising every detail; where everything was, how it was laid out, and how peaceful it was.

Suddenly an idea came to her.

Noticing a pad of manuscript paper and a pen beside her she tore a piece out and began scribbling.

After she was finished, she folded it up neatly and walked over to where Tsukimori's school blazer was placed on the back of his desk chair.

Kahoko then placed it deep into one of the pockets and placed the pad and pen back where she had found them, before tip-toeing back out of the room and down the stairs where Tsukimori and her family were waiting for her in the living room.

"Sorry I took so long everyone..." She said, walking into the room.

"Oh, that's alright sweetie. You weren't that long. Besides, Len here has been telling us these extraordinary tales of his earlier years. His parents are the most amazing! Encouraging their son so much, teaching him so many wonderful things, giving him the best opportunity...all of that adding up to have such a talented son! Though...I suppose he was born a natural...Oh dear, I believe I'm getting jealous..." Her Mum said, smiling.

Kahoko laughed.

"Mother, I don't know whether I should be comforting you and telling both you and Dad that you're the best parents any daughter could ask for, or whether I should shout at you and feel down-right offended. Don't you agree Nee-Chan?" She asked, turning to her sister, a grin on her face.

She then laughed as well.

"Oh I agree alright! I would have to say I'm feeling the latter...though I feel far more insulted than wanting to shout..."

"Oh what are you two like!" Kahoko's father said jokingly, smiling to his daughters.

Kahoko then turned her head to face Tsukimori and saw that both sides of his mouth kept twitching upwards.

He then turned to face her and their eyes met. She then saw a genuine smile on his lips and it made her feel a whole load better just by seeing it again.

"Oh deary me Len, you really should tell me when we have guests over! I would be ever so depressed if I found out that I had missed just a visit! Especially if those visiting were the Hino's!" A voice said from the doorway.

Everyone turned round to see who it was and they all, including Tsukimori, looked shocked once they realised who it was.

"M-Mother! I-I...well...I didn't want to wake you...you had just fallen asleep and you haven't had much sleep lately..."

She smiled at him.

"Oh how fortunate of me to have such a caring son." She walked up to him and she placed her hands either side of his face and lowered it down to her height, before kissing her son's forehead.

"M-Mother?" He stuttered again, once she had released him.

But there was no answer as she had already begun to talk animatedly to Kahoko's family.

Kahoko walked over to stand beside Tsukimori.

"Okay...maybe I was wrong earlier...she, uh...doesn't really support my argument before huh?"

Tsukimori glanced sideways at her and when he saw she had a huge grin on her face he rolled his eyes.

She then laughed and imitated him.

"I can guarantee you I look nothing like that."

"Oh yeah? How do you know? Do you look in the mirror everyday while you practise all your limited facial expressions?"

Tsukimori was just about roll his eyes again, but when he realised what he was going to do he huffed.

Kahoko laughed again and Tsukimori was struggling to look annoyed while trying hard not laugh as well...


Two families. Getting closer and closer day by day.

There for each other when most needed.

There through thick and thin despite the fact they were so different and despite the fact that they had only known each other for a short amount of time.

And they had two special young people to thank for that...


A royal-blue haired boy was standing in the bathroom facing the mirror. He had one hand propped on the edge of the sink and the other holding his toothbrush, which was helping produce a lot of foam in his mouth.

Spitting it out and rinsing his mouth he then splashed his face with water.

When he reached for his towel to dry his face he caught a whiff of something...

...a sweet, strawberry fragrance.

One side of his mouth twitched upwards involuntarily.

"Oh well...it is my towel after all..." He thought to himself, before rubbing vigorously.

Two special young people...both smelling like each other and liking the fragrance...Romantic or just utterly weird??


WOOP!!! IT IS DONE!!!!

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