Gently
Chapter Two
Eternal Melody
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Drip-drop, drip-drop. The smell of rain filled the air on a cloudy Thursday morning. Wet droplets poured from the skies as passing kids quickened their pace, heading for the nearest tree. The streets were paved with liquid and the trees hung their branches low as moist leaves tumbled to the ground. It was the usual gloomy day.
Takuya walked on the sidewalk, staring blankly ahead as children passed, twirling their umbrellas as they splashed their way to school. Takuya was without an umbrella, his hair and clothes soaked as the result.
He wrapped his arms around himself as an attempt to warm up. It was no use. Takuya didn't notice the passing car on his left, not until he was covered with more water the in the first place. It was not a very pleasant feeling.
His mind was so preoccupied about his water-covered clothes and self, that he did not notice a certain blue-haired boy had appeared next to him.
"What a gloomy day, huh?" Kouji stated bluntly, his smooth voice breaking Takuya's train of thought.
"Yeah." was all he said in response. Takuya turned to look at his companion, and was surprised to see a medium-sized casein his hand. "Kouji, do you play the violin?" Takuya asked.
"Yeah. I have been since I was little. My mother taught me how to play it. This was hers."
"Then are you in band?"
"Yes, I have it first hour."
'Duh, all Sakura team has it first hour.' Takuya thought.
"Why, are you in band?" Kouji asked, somewhat interested.
"Yeah."
"Well? What do you play?"
"Piano." Takuya stated simply.
"Piano." Kouji repeated to himself. Piano was one of the best instruments to play a duet with a violin.
Kouji knew a lot about music. He always listens to the radio, or CDs to pass the time. He plays flute, violin and oboe. These days he mostly focuses on violin.
The pair suddenly discovered that they ha reached their destination, the school. They made their way to their lockers in silence. As Kouji spun the combination lock, Takuya's eyes couldn't help but wander to the selected numbers. 18-32-12. H remembered the numbers in his mind, and then went back to his own locker.
First hour study hall passed quickly ((Note: First hour is divided in half, they have study hall on one day, then band on the next, and so on.)), since no one had any homework, it being only the second day of school.
After the first hour bell rang, Takuya confronted Kouji, not having to stop to get anything from his locker. "What do you have second hour?" He asked, talking quickly. He didn't want to waste any of the four minutes they get between classes.
"I have health with Evans." Takuya's eyes slightly widened at Kouji's declaration. He had that class second hour too!
"Me too." He half-whispered.
"That's almost strange." Kouji stated. They didn't press further on the subject; there was a class to get to.
Takuya walked to second hour health alone because Kouji had to stop at his locker. He walked into the small classroom labeled 205, as on is schedule. A middle-age man was sitting at his desk, concentrated on the computer screen in front of his face.
Takuya took one of the back seats, behind a dark-skinned girl who was staring at the teacher. Other kids, including Kouji, piled into the classroom as the bell rang. Kouji took the seat across from Takuya.
The lesson of the day was apparently a lecture on responsibility. The dark girl in front of Takuya, who was named Christie, got sent to the office for passing notes. The notes were mainly subjected on "how cute" the teacher, Mr. Evans, was.
About twenty minutes into class, Kouji stood up from his seat, agenda in hand. He signed out a pass and Takuya resisted to urge to follow him. He was concerned when Kouji did not return for the remainder of the hour.
Takuya practically leapt out of his seat when the releasing bell rang. He looked around in the mob of children in the hall, finding nothing. He decided to look at his locker. Kouji was nowhere to be found.
As Takuya went to check in the boys' bathroom, he heard a faint melody coming from the band room. As he came closer to it, the tune became louder. He stopped in the instrument storage room and peaked into the band room.
Takuya saw Kouji standing in the band room, violin on his shoulder. The melody coming from the instrument was entrancing. Takuya continued to stare at the violin player, oblivious to the bell that had already rang.
Takuya swore he heard the tune somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it. 'Where have I heard this before? It sounds familiar.' He thought in frustration.
Kouji slowly opened his eyes as the song came to an end. He only then sensed Takuya's presence. "How long have you been standing there?" He asked in an indifferent tone.
"Long enough." Takuya answered, walking forward. "Your playing was amazing. By the way, what song were you playing? I could've sworn I've heard that somewhere."
"Well, you most likely haven't. I wrote this song myself."
"Is that so? That's pretty impressive for only a twelve year old. But it puzzles me. How could I have heard that before if you wrote that yourself? Strange." Takuya pondered silently to himself.
"Would you like me to play it again?" Kouji asked, not really caring that he was over ten minutes late for English.
He started played again, replacing the violin on his shoulder. His delicate fingers held the smooth instrument as his song was accurately played. Takuya never took his eyes off the other boy as he played the slow yet mesmerizing tune.
Kouji opened his eyes midway through his song, only to see the opposite pair of eyes glued on him. As their eyes met, Takuya couldn't help but let a slight smile make its way to his face, and was surprised to see that it was returned. It was only then that a certain thought popped into Takuya's mind: 'I have a friend.'
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YAY! Hooray for the third (Or second, whatever) chapter!! Sorry this one took so long. I have been very busy with schoolwork and two softball leagues. By the way, Mr. Fini teaches Social Science, the class, which doesn't have a day without taking notes. -_- Please review! Reviews make me want to write more chapters!
I also wrote the last part of this story on the bus ride to one of my fast pitch games. It was so bumpy, that when I went to type this, I could barely read it!! Ok, just had to say that!
Knives: Thank you, Minna-sama, for reading Sixth-san's latest fanfic! We hope that there are many more to come!!
~Sixth Child~
Chapter Two
Eternal Melody
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Drip-drop, drip-drop. The smell of rain filled the air on a cloudy Thursday morning. Wet droplets poured from the skies as passing kids quickened their pace, heading for the nearest tree. The streets were paved with liquid and the trees hung their branches low as moist leaves tumbled to the ground. It was the usual gloomy day.
Takuya walked on the sidewalk, staring blankly ahead as children passed, twirling their umbrellas as they splashed their way to school. Takuya was without an umbrella, his hair and clothes soaked as the result.
He wrapped his arms around himself as an attempt to warm up. It was no use. Takuya didn't notice the passing car on his left, not until he was covered with more water the in the first place. It was not a very pleasant feeling.
His mind was so preoccupied about his water-covered clothes and self, that he did not notice a certain blue-haired boy had appeared next to him.
"What a gloomy day, huh?" Kouji stated bluntly, his smooth voice breaking Takuya's train of thought.
"Yeah." was all he said in response. Takuya turned to look at his companion, and was surprised to see a medium-sized casein his hand. "Kouji, do you play the violin?" Takuya asked.
"Yeah. I have been since I was little. My mother taught me how to play it. This was hers."
"Then are you in band?"
"Yes, I have it first hour."
'Duh, all Sakura team has it first hour.' Takuya thought.
"Why, are you in band?" Kouji asked, somewhat interested.
"Yeah."
"Well? What do you play?"
"Piano." Takuya stated simply.
"Piano." Kouji repeated to himself. Piano was one of the best instruments to play a duet with a violin.
Kouji knew a lot about music. He always listens to the radio, or CDs to pass the time. He plays flute, violin and oboe. These days he mostly focuses on violin.
The pair suddenly discovered that they ha reached their destination, the school. They made their way to their lockers in silence. As Kouji spun the combination lock, Takuya's eyes couldn't help but wander to the selected numbers. 18-32-12. H remembered the numbers in his mind, and then went back to his own locker.
First hour study hall passed quickly ((Note: First hour is divided in half, they have study hall on one day, then band on the next, and so on.)), since no one had any homework, it being only the second day of school.
After the first hour bell rang, Takuya confronted Kouji, not having to stop to get anything from his locker. "What do you have second hour?" He asked, talking quickly. He didn't want to waste any of the four minutes they get between classes.
"I have health with Evans." Takuya's eyes slightly widened at Kouji's declaration. He had that class second hour too!
"Me too." He half-whispered.
"That's almost strange." Kouji stated. They didn't press further on the subject; there was a class to get to.
Takuya walked to second hour health alone because Kouji had to stop at his locker. He walked into the small classroom labeled 205, as on is schedule. A middle-age man was sitting at his desk, concentrated on the computer screen in front of his face.
Takuya took one of the back seats, behind a dark-skinned girl who was staring at the teacher. Other kids, including Kouji, piled into the classroom as the bell rang. Kouji took the seat across from Takuya.
The lesson of the day was apparently a lecture on responsibility. The dark girl in front of Takuya, who was named Christie, got sent to the office for passing notes. The notes were mainly subjected on "how cute" the teacher, Mr. Evans, was.
About twenty minutes into class, Kouji stood up from his seat, agenda in hand. He signed out a pass and Takuya resisted to urge to follow him. He was concerned when Kouji did not return for the remainder of the hour.
Takuya practically leapt out of his seat when the releasing bell rang. He looked around in the mob of children in the hall, finding nothing. He decided to look at his locker. Kouji was nowhere to be found.
As Takuya went to check in the boys' bathroom, he heard a faint melody coming from the band room. As he came closer to it, the tune became louder. He stopped in the instrument storage room and peaked into the band room.
Takuya saw Kouji standing in the band room, violin on his shoulder. The melody coming from the instrument was entrancing. Takuya continued to stare at the violin player, oblivious to the bell that had already rang.
Takuya swore he heard the tune somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it. 'Where have I heard this before? It sounds familiar.' He thought in frustration.
Kouji slowly opened his eyes as the song came to an end. He only then sensed Takuya's presence. "How long have you been standing there?" He asked in an indifferent tone.
"Long enough." Takuya answered, walking forward. "Your playing was amazing. By the way, what song were you playing? I could've sworn I've heard that somewhere."
"Well, you most likely haven't. I wrote this song myself."
"Is that so? That's pretty impressive for only a twelve year old. But it puzzles me. How could I have heard that before if you wrote that yourself? Strange." Takuya pondered silently to himself.
"Would you like me to play it again?" Kouji asked, not really caring that he was over ten minutes late for English.
He started played again, replacing the violin on his shoulder. His delicate fingers held the smooth instrument as his song was accurately played. Takuya never took his eyes off the other boy as he played the slow yet mesmerizing tune.
Kouji opened his eyes midway through his song, only to see the opposite pair of eyes glued on him. As their eyes met, Takuya couldn't help but let a slight smile make its way to his face, and was surprised to see that it was returned. It was only then that a certain thought popped into Takuya's mind: 'I have a friend.'
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YAY! Hooray for the third (Or second, whatever) chapter!! Sorry this one took so long. I have been very busy with schoolwork and two softball leagues. By the way, Mr. Fini teaches Social Science, the class, which doesn't have a day without taking notes. -_- Please review! Reviews make me want to write more chapters!
I also wrote the last part of this story on the bus ride to one of my fast pitch games. It was so bumpy, that when I went to type this, I could barely read it!! Ok, just had to say that!
Knives: Thank you, Minna-sama, for reading Sixth-san's latest fanfic! We hope that there are many more to come!!
~Sixth Child~
