A/N: I need a beta reader, would anyone be kind enough to read my stories
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I chose to write this story through Sakura's memories of the past.
Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to their respective creator, Clamp.
The Violin By: Andante Poco
Chapter 1 All she wanted to do was play the violin. To play the violin was to forget her trouble. To play the violin was to bring back the memories; the memories that was lost when the war took over her home. Sakura continued to play; she play until her fingers became stiffed and swollen, until the it was longer music, just sounds, mere sounds that offended the ears; she played for herself, for her lost family, and most of all for Syaoran. It was not fair. It was not fair.
Five years earlier.
It was the year when Sakura had won a full scholarship to the Berliner School of Music. She was ecstatic because the competition was really tough, yet she was chosen because she was the best among the best. Sakura had always wanted to a violinist and now her dream was just weeks away from becoming a reality.
"I'm home dad," the bubbly voice of the eager young woman rang as she entered the door. Dr. Kinimoto smiled at the voice of his youngest child. It seemed as if her enthusiasms for life is contagious. Never before has he seen his daughter so happy that he could not help but be happy.
"How was your day, sweetheart?"
"Oh, it was absolutely fantastic. Mr. Yoshita said that I had scored the highest at the spring recital. That was it dad, that solo was my best performance yet. I'm so exited; the conductor of the Berliner Philharmonkier was to be there. I hope that I have managed to impress him."
"Of course you did. I have a surprise for you."
"Oh? What is it? Is it a new violin?"
"No," Dr. Kinimoto chuckled, "I have been accepted, and I'm going to be working in with Dr. Cantabile at the Kleiber University. We are moving to Germany in a week." Words cannot describe the look of happiness that had plastered itself on Sakura's face at this moment. She was simply stunned. Not only was she able to pursue her music interest, but also her family was going to be there with every step of the way.
"Yippeeeeeee! Thank you Dad. Thank you. You are the greatest." Sakura screamed over and over again as she squeezed the air out of the poor old archeologist.
"What's the monster screaming about this time?" her older brother, Touya, asked as he came down the stairs.
"Mou, I'm not a monster!" Sakura exclaimed, "We are moving to Germany, this is a cause for celebration."
"And so I've heard." His voice voided of any emotion.
"Your are no fun to be around. I'm going to begin packing." We are moving to Germany, Germany. We are moving to Germany. Touya shook his head as his sister skipped upstairs, singing that phrase. She will never grow up. Then again, I don't want her too.
The week seemed to pass at an incredible fast rate. A lot of tears were shed and many unhappy good-byes were said. Although she was sad to leave, Sakura was more excited to leave. A whole new life in a whole new world is waiting for her, beckoning to her to come into it; how can she be unhappy? Sakura stood at the very spot where she received her first violin. It was her sixth Christmas. She remembered how she asked Saint Nicholas for a musical instrument. He gave her the violin. At that point when she unwrapped the instrument, she knew her destiny was intertwined with this thing, this God-given, man-made instrument. She remembered how eager she was to begin making music. To her surprised and wounded pride, she did not make music; she made sounds, ugly, hideous sounds instead. She remembered how her eyes stung with unshed tears because she could not play the instrument. Sakura smiled; it was her stubbornness, her persistence to keep learning to play. She plagued the household with screeching sounds from morning to night. Until one day, the sounds ran away, and she found music. The first melody that flows out of her fingers and the instrument was beautiful; it was the proudest moment of her life. Her father even took the family out to dinner that night to celebrate her first success. Sakura smiled; that was old memories, it is time to make new ones.
The Kinimoto family settled comfortably in a two-stories brick house in Berlin. It was the best thing the doctor could afford for his family. It was convenience because it was one hour away from the Kleiber University and two hours away form the Berliner School of Music. No one was more happy than Sakura for she was going to visit the school for the first time.
"Oh, come on dad, I'm old enough to be by myself. I speak reasonable German, and I'm an excellent navigator."
"Yeah, so is that how you was lost last time you went to Tokyo?"
"Oh, that," Sakura blushed. How could her father remembered that event, she wondered, it happened three years ago. "But I'm older now Dad. I'm more matured."
"That's what I'm afraid off."
"Daaaaddddd. Pleeeeaaasssseee?"
"How can I trust you if you whined? But I guess you can."
"Yes. I knew you are a reasonable man, Dad." Sakura responded as she bounced out of the house. She missed the worried shakes of her father.
Sakura looked around wildly. She is lost. How can she be lost? Sakura was in tears. Ump. This was just her luck. She had bumped into some one and both were knocked off their feet and she landed on her butt. This was going to be one sore bruise later on.
"Es tut mir leid. Es tut mir leid. Es tut mir leid." Sakura apologized quickly over and over again. Instead of angry words, she heard laughter. Looking up, she saw a young man roaring with laughter. What is wrong with this person? She fumed. She apologized and he laughed at her. How rude! Before she could stop herself, "BAKA!"
The young man blinked and smiled, "I'm sorry," his Japanese was perfect, "your accent was so atrocious, but adorable, and I cannot help but laugh. Will you forgive me?" "It's okay." Sakura said. Or that was what she would say if she could speak at all. She had no words. His smile was so beautiful. The intense amber eyes and the messy brown hair mesmerized her. "Are you okay, Miss?" He asked again. When he saw her stood there gaping like an idiot, he presented her with his smiled again. Sakura swore that her heart had stopped beating at that moment. She had died and gone to heaven.
A/N: So what do you think? Please review! I won't be updating until I get at least 10 reviews (sorry, I don't want to waste my time writing story if you hate it so much).
I chose to write this story through Sakura's memories of the past.
Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to their respective creator, Clamp.
The Violin By: Andante Poco
Chapter 1 All she wanted to do was play the violin. To play the violin was to forget her trouble. To play the violin was to bring back the memories; the memories that was lost when the war took over her home. Sakura continued to play; she play until her fingers became stiffed and swollen, until the it was longer music, just sounds, mere sounds that offended the ears; she played for herself, for her lost family, and most of all for Syaoran. It was not fair. It was not fair.
Five years earlier.
It was the year when Sakura had won a full scholarship to the Berliner School of Music. She was ecstatic because the competition was really tough, yet she was chosen because she was the best among the best. Sakura had always wanted to a violinist and now her dream was just weeks away from becoming a reality.
"I'm home dad," the bubbly voice of the eager young woman rang as she entered the door. Dr. Kinimoto smiled at the voice of his youngest child. It seemed as if her enthusiasms for life is contagious. Never before has he seen his daughter so happy that he could not help but be happy.
"How was your day, sweetheart?"
"Oh, it was absolutely fantastic. Mr. Yoshita said that I had scored the highest at the spring recital. That was it dad, that solo was my best performance yet. I'm so exited; the conductor of the Berliner Philharmonkier was to be there. I hope that I have managed to impress him."
"Of course you did. I have a surprise for you."
"Oh? What is it? Is it a new violin?"
"No," Dr. Kinimoto chuckled, "I have been accepted, and I'm going to be working in with Dr. Cantabile at the Kleiber University. We are moving to Germany in a week." Words cannot describe the look of happiness that had plastered itself on Sakura's face at this moment. She was simply stunned. Not only was she able to pursue her music interest, but also her family was going to be there with every step of the way.
"Yippeeeeeee! Thank you Dad. Thank you. You are the greatest." Sakura screamed over and over again as she squeezed the air out of the poor old archeologist.
"What's the monster screaming about this time?" her older brother, Touya, asked as he came down the stairs.
"Mou, I'm not a monster!" Sakura exclaimed, "We are moving to Germany, this is a cause for celebration."
"And so I've heard." His voice voided of any emotion.
"Your are no fun to be around. I'm going to begin packing." We are moving to Germany, Germany. We are moving to Germany. Touya shook his head as his sister skipped upstairs, singing that phrase. She will never grow up. Then again, I don't want her too.
The week seemed to pass at an incredible fast rate. A lot of tears were shed and many unhappy good-byes were said. Although she was sad to leave, Sakura was more excited to leave. A whole new life in a whole new world is waiting for her, beckoning to her to come into it; how can she be unhappy? Sakura stood at the very spot where she received her first violin. It was her sixth Christmas. She remembered how she asked Saint Nicholas for a musical instrument. He gave her the violin. At that point when she unwrapped the instrument, she knew her destiny was intertwined with this thing, this God-given, man-made instrument. She remembered how eager she was to begin making music. To her surprised and wounded pride, she did not make music; she made sounds, ugly, hideous sounds instead. She remembered how her eyes stung with unshed tears because she could not play the instrument. Sakura smiled; it was her stubbornness, her persistence to keep learning to play. She plagued the household with screeching sounds from morning to night. Until one day, the sounds ran away, and she found music. The first melody that flows out of her fingers and the instrument was beautiful; it was the proudest moment of her life. Her father even took the family out to dinner that night to celebrate her first success. Sakura smiled; that was old memories, it is time to make new ones.
The Kinimoto family settled comfortably in a two-stories brick house in Berlin. It was the best thing the doctor could afford for his family. It was convenience because it was one hour away from the Kleiber University and two hours away form the Berliner School of Music. No one was more happy than Sakura for she was going to visit the school for the first time.
"Oh, come on dad, I'm old enough to be by myself. I speak reasonable German, and I'm an excellent navigator."
"Yeah, so is that how you was lost last time you went to Tokyo?"
"Oh, that," Sakura blushed. How could her father remembered that event, she wondered, it happened three years ago. "But I'm older now Dad. I'm more matured."
"That's what I'm afraid off."
"Daaaaddddd. Pleeeeaaasssseee?"
"How can I trust you if you whined? But I guess you can."
"Yes. I knew you are a reasonable man, Dad." Sakura responded as she bounced out of the house. She missed the worried shakes of her father.
Sakura looked around wildly. She is lost. How can she be lost? Sakura was in tears. Ump. This was just her luck. She had bumped into some one and both were knocked off their feet and she landed on her butt. This was going to be one sore bruise later on.
"Es tut mir leid. Es tut mir leid. Es tut mir leid." Sakura apologized quickly over and over again. Instead of angry words, she heard laughter. Looking up, she saw a young man roaring with laughter. What is wrong with this person? She fumed. She apologized and he laughed at her. How rude! Before she could stop herself, "BAKA!"
The young man blinked and smiled, "I'm sorry," his Japanese was perfect, "your accent was so atrocious, but adorable, and I cannot help but laugh. Will you forgive me?" "It's okay." Sakura said. Or that was what she would say if she could speak at all. She had no words. His smile was so beautiful. The intense amber eyes and the messy brown hair mesmerized her. "Are you okay, Miss?" He asked again. When he saw her stood there gaping like an idiot, he presented her with his smiled again. Sakura swore that her heart had stopped beating at that moment. She had died and gone to heaven.
A/N: So what do you think? Please review! I won't be updating until I get at least 10 reviews (sorry, I don't want to waste my time writing story if you hate it so much).