The Piano
pi·an·o [pee ánn?] n (plural pi·an·os)
musical instrument with keyboard: a large musical instrument consisting of a wooden case with wires stretched inside it and a row of white and black keys. It is played by pressing the keys, each of which is attached to a small hammer that strikes one of the strings and makes a sound. Early 19th century. From Italian , shortening of pianoforte.
*
Echoes of notes rang in an empty room. The tempo was andante, the rhythm was simply heavenly. The music continued to pour out from the heart of a young musician, Hiragizawa Eriol.
At the age of 18, he was already considered as one of the greatest pianists in both London and Tokyo. He was a virtuoso of music. He has accomplished so many pieces acclaimed with such praise in such a short period of time. He has done so many charity concerts that could have earned him millions; enchanted so many hearts by simply sitting down and pushing some keys of his piano.
Now, he is preparing for a concert. It was not a big one compared to the ones he had done in the past. This though, was a special concert because he shall play with the rising nightingale of Tomoeda: Daidouji Tomoyo.
Ah, Daidouji Tomoyo, the very sound of her name brings such happiness to Eriol's heart. Her voice was that of an angel. No, she was an angel herself. An angel without wings. HIS angel without wings.
His angel. That sounded so right.
The music ended as the sun rose in the sky. Eriol stood up from his seat and stretched a little. His back was already protesting. It was the first time in years, in his two lifetimes that he had practiced this hard: the entire night. Not that he really needed it. He simply wanted the consoling presence of his piano. It's melodious voice and inviting keys always has its own way of making him forget that anything even existed. And of course, one of the reasons was because Tomoyo would be coming over that day for a last minute practice before the concert tomorrow. And well, he had to get ready.
"To play?" Nakuru asked as he entered the kitchen, still suspicious about his actions. Nakuru has been pestering him since he took his seat in front of the piano last night.
"I thought this conversation was over?" he answered back, pouring himself some orange juice from the fridge.
"Well you thought wrong!" she answered simply as she tossed the egg from the pan and caught it with a plate. "You'd better start answering master! I don't want to be the last one to hear the news!" she added knowingly.
"What do you want to hear? I told you already, I simply wanted to be prepared for tomorrow's concert," he lied.
"Yeah right, and I fancy sweets," retorted Spinel.
"Not you too, Spinel!" Eriol whimpered in defeat. Nakuru pushed a plate in front of Eriol and leaned closer to him from the other side of the table. "Spill, master," Nakuru ordered.
"What's the use of calling me master if you're commanding me like a child?" Eriol said challengingly leaning against the table as well. Now, he and Nakuru were face to face, looking at each other straight in the eye, the one who blinks first would be the loser. And it was, as usual.
"Fine!" Eriol exclaimed in defeat. Nakuru simply smiled at that. Spinel sighed, shaking his head and went back on sipping his tea.
"I-I'm planning to tell her already," he said, a little unsure if he was making the right decision.
"Yay!! We'll be having a mistress, Suppi-chan!!!" Nakuru exclaimed, jumping up and down in the air.
"I'll go get some groceries!! Make sure you make her stay for dinner!! Oh!! I'll have a candlelit dinner prepared for you two!! Yipee!! A mistress at long last!!!" Nakuru said in one breath as she grabbed her purse from the kitchen counter and rushed to the door and closes it with a loud thud. Eriol just blinked at her sudden outbreak. He simply shook his head hoping Nakuru won't go over board and too excited over things. She just might send them to honey moon before they could even say I do.
"That master," Spinel paused dramatically as he sips some tea, "was the BEST decision you've made in your TWO lifetimes," he commented dryly. But that's not the worst part of his DRY comment, rather, Eriol realized that he was as always, right.
*
"Oh master!! Wear this!!" Nakuru exclaimed the nth time that day holding out a white tuxedo at Eriol. She was helping him prepare for his 'date' with Tomoyo.
"Honestly Nakuru, don't you think you're overreacting?" Eriol asked, exasperated.
"Overreacting?! Moue?! You don't know the meaning of the word master!" Nakuru exclaimed. "How about this?" she was now holding out a black coat and slacks.
"No! And yes, I know what the word means! I think you're the one who needs to get an updated dictionary!" Eriol exclaimed once again as he pulled out a blue polo from his closet. "How about this?" he asked.
"Hmm.. not bad. Although that's not my taste!" Nakuru said skeptically.
"Not bad?!" Eriol exclaimed the nth time that day. He started putting on the polo.
"Yeah, not bad. Besides, it's only a date!" Nakuru exclaimed mimicking his master's comment a while ago while fixing his clothes in his closet.
"She's here," Spinel said interrupting the two.
"She IS?!" Eriol exclaimed, again.
"Goody!! Tomoyo-chan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nakuru said running downstairs to where Tomoyo was at top speed.
"How do I look Spinel?" Eriol fidgeted nervously.
"Like a teenager at the peek of his hormones," Spinel said dryly, flying down the stairs.
With one last look at the mirror, Eriol ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath and went down the stairs himself.
*
She's really beautiful. These were the words that first touched Eriol's mind the moment his eyes rested on her. She was wearing her usual, blouse and skirt. He'd seen her a thousand times in this outfit, in different colors and variety, but she still looked heavenly. So beautiful.
"Konnichi wa, Hiragizawa-kun," Tomoyo said standing up as Eriol entered the room. She was wearing that smile again. That smile that Eriol preferred to think that was only for him. Only him.
"Konnichi wa, Daidouji-san," Eriol said smiling at her as well. A smile he had only for her. Too bad she was too logical to notice.
"Have you been practicing, Hiragizawa-kun?" she asked teasingly. Judging by her tone, Nakuru must've told her that he practiced all night.
"Of course I have, Daidouji-san. And I would assume Nakuru told you that I didn't sleep a wink practicing all night." He said knowingly.
"Nah, I just know you did." She said smiling at him again, this time she had dropped her formality.
"Oh, I see. And may I ask my lady, how did you know?" he asked her still maintaining the professional and formal atmosphere.
"You've got eye bags, Hiragizawa-kun, plus you look tired to me," she said casually.
"You just know me too well, Daidouji-san," he said smiling at her genuinely.
"Of course, Hiragizawa-kun, and please, call me Tomoyo," she said blushing a little. Eriol was taken aback at this. He wasn't expecting this from her, considering the fact that they have just met again after so many years.
"Only if you call me Eriol," he answered hiding his joy from what she had just offered.
"Sure, Eriol." She answered smiling at him, still blushing.
Eriol. That one word she uttered. God, I must be mad for thinking this! I mean she just said my name! How come I'm going insane over it? It's not like she's the first one to call me such. Kaho calls me that, Sakura too. Heck even Kero calls me that! How come I'm this elated after that? How come?!
"Uhmm.. So I think we'd better start practicing." Tomoyo said interrupting his thoughts. Eriol blushed a little. How long have he been staring at her?
"uhh.. yeah. This way please," he said shaking himself awake as he picked up her violin and led her to the music room.
*
Music can be heard beyond the huge doors of the Hiragizawa mansion. Such rhythm, tone and tempo; brilliance beyond reality echoed through the empty cold walls. Note per note showed each other's love for music. Love for the rhythm of the heavens, tone of the angels, and tempo of the wind. Love. And deep in their hearts, love for each other.
The music continued to creep out of the cold walls of the mansion. Passersby stopped to listen every once in a while. Hearts continued to talk and reach one another in an embrace called eternity.
*
"For crying out loud master! How could you forget it? HOW?!" Nakuru exclaimed loud enough for the dead to hear.
"I told you! It slipped my mind. We were practicing and she looked contented just playing her violin and . and. she just said goodbye." Eriol said exasperated. He couldn't believe it himself either. How was she able to get out of his mansion without her knowing how he felt for her? HOW?
"Hmph!! After all the trouble I went through! I can't believe it master! The concert is tomorrow!! TOMORROW!! And you'll be leaving the next day!! And you haven't told her?! I can't believe it!! I just can't believe it!!!" Nakuru exclaimed once again.
"I can't believe it myself. And I won't leave Japan without telling her, don't worry." Eriol said determined.
"You lost, pay up," Spinel said from the couch.
"What?" Eriol said confused.
"Not you master, I'm talking to Nakuru. Pay up," Spinel said now flying in front of Nakuru.
"Hmph! Fine!" she said grabbing a handful of chocolates from her pocket and throwing them in the air. Spinel caught them all and Eriol just stared.
"There are only ten. Where's the other five?" Spinel asked Nakuru.
"I ate them. It took them forever to finish practicing you know!" Nakuru said as she walked out of the room.
"Spinel," Eriol stated warningly.
"Yes master?" Spinel asked innocently.
"What was that about?" Eriol asked threateningly.
"Nakuru and I made a bet, master. She lost, so I asked her to pay up." Spinel said calmly.
"And the bet was about?" Eriol said standing up from his chair inching closer to Spinel.
"About you being as useless and tactless as Clow Reed when it came to love." Spinel stated simply, flying to the trash can and dumping the chocolates.
"And you winning means?" Eriol asked again inching ever closer to the feline.
"Proves that, you, master, are really useless, tactless, unbelievably the densest being when it comes to handling your emotions, not to mention hormones." Spinel stated as he launched himself out of the room to his sanctuary in the attic, narrowly avoiding Eriol's punishing grasp.
"Damn," was the only word Eriol could utter as he retreated to his bed.
Dreams of amethyst orbs lavender fragrance and proverbial notes from a violin haunts his entity.
*
Author's Notes:
Sorry for the late update. I was waiting for the reviews to reach five. But I suppose it won't really happen with such short chapter. This one is shorter. At least the next would be the last. Sorry also coz I wasn't able to update Timeless Tales together with this. Do any of you guys actually know the story of Aladdin? Coz honestly, I don't. Help me you guys!! Can you email the story to me? Please!! Onegai ne?
Oh! And leave a review ne? I'm praying that it would reach ten! Hehe
Ispucian Updates:
Ok. I followed one reviewer's advise, so I got myself an editor. Forgive me for the errors since I never, and I mean NEVER proofread my works. Sorry. Hope this one is better than the last. And about Spinel liking the sweets, I concluded from the series and manga that he does like sweets only, it makes him drunk so he started avoiding it, get it? But since not most of you would agree to my conclusion, I fixed that part. ^^;; Hope this is really better than the previous one!!! ^___^
pi·an·o [pee ánn?] n (plural pi·an·os)
musical instrument with keyboard: a large musical instrument consisting of a wooden case with wires stretched inside it and a row of white and black keys. It is played by pressing the keys, each of which is attached to a small hammer that strikes one of the strings and makes a sound. Early 19th century. From Italian , shortening of pianoforte.
*
Echoes of notes rang in an empty room. The tempo was andante, the rhythm was simply heavenly. The music continued to pour out from the heart of a young musician, Hiragizawa Eriol.
At the age of 18, he was already considered as one of the greatest pianists in both London and Tokyo. He was a virtuoso of music. He has accomplished so many pieces acclaimed with such praise in such a short period of time. He has done so many charity concerts that could have earned him millions; enchanted so many hearts by simply sitting down and pushing some keys of his piano.
Now, he is preparing for a concert. It was not a big one compared to the ones he had done in the past. This though, was a special concert because he shall play with the rising nightingale of Tomoeda: Daidouji Tomoyo.
Ah, Daidouji Tomoyo, the very sound of her name brings such happiness to Eriol's heart. Her voice was that of an angel. No, she was an angel herself. An angel without wings. HIS angel without wings.
His angel. That sounded so right.
The music ended as the sun rose in the sky. Eriol stood up from his seat and stretched a little. His back was already protesting. It was the first time in years, in his two lifetimes that he had practiced this hard: the entire night. Not that he really needed it. He simply wanted the consoling presence of his piano. It's melodious voice and inviting keys always has its own way of making him forget that anything even existed. And of course, one of the reasons was because Tomoyo would be coming over that day for a last minute practice before the concert tomorrow. And well, he had to get ready.
"To play?" Nakuru asked as he entered the kitchen, still suspicious about his actions. Nakuru has been pestering him since he took his seat in front of the piano last night.
"I thought this conversation was over?" he answered back, pouring himself some orange juice from the fridge.
"Well you thought wrong!" she answered simply as she tossed the egg from the pan and caught it with a plate. "You'd better start answering master! I don't want to be the last one to hear the news!" she added knowingly.
"What do you want to hear? I told you already, I simply wanted to be prepared for tomorrow's concert," he lied.
"Yeah right, and I fancy sweets," retorted Spinel.
"Not you too, Spinel!" Eriol whimpered in defeat. Nakuru pushed a plate in front of Eriol and leaned closer to him from the other side of the table. "Spill, master," Nakuru ordered.
"What's the use of calling me master if you're commanding me like a child?" Eriol said challengingly leaning against the table as well. Now, he and Nakuru were face to face, looking at each other straight in the eye, the one who blinks first would be the loser. And it was, as usual.
"Fine!" Eriol exclaimed in defeat. Nakuru simply smiled at that. Spinel sighed, shaking his head and went back on sipping his tea.
"I-I'm planning to tell her already," he said, a little unsure if he was making the right decision.
"Yay!! We'll be having a mistress, Suppi-chan!!!" Nakuru exclaimed, jumping up and down in the air.
"I'll go get some groceries!! Make sure you make her stay for dinner!! Oh!! I'll have a candlelit dinner prepared for you two!! Yipee!! A mistress at long last!!!" Nakuru said in one breath as she grabbed her purse from the kitchen counter and rushed to the door and closes it with a loud thud. Eriol just blinked at her sudden outbreak. He simply shook his head hoping Nakuru won't go over board and too excited over things. She just might send them to honey moon before they could even say I do.
"That master," Spinel paused dramatically as he sips some tea, "was the BEST decision you've made in your TWO lifetimes," he commented dryly. But that's not the worst part of his DRY comment, rather, Eriol realized that he was as always, right.
*
"Oh master!! Wear this!!" Nakuru exclaimed the nth time that day holding out a white tuxedo at Eriol. She was helping him prepare for his 'date' with Tomoyo.
"Honestly Nakuru, don't you think you're overreacting?" Eriol asked, exasperated.
"Overreacting?! Moue?! You don't know the meaning of the word master!" Nakuru exclaimed. "How about this?" she was now holding out a black coat and slacks.
"No! And yes, I know what the word means! I think you're the one who needs to get an updated dictionary!" Eriol exclaimed once again as he pulled out a blue polo from his closet. "How about this?" he asked.
"Hmm.. not bad. Although that's not my taste!" Nakuru said skeptically.
"Not bad?!" Eriol exclaimed the nth time that day. He started putting on the polo.
"Yeah, not bad. Besides, it's only a date!" Nakuru exclaimed mimicking his master's comment a while ago while fixing his clothes in his closet.
"She's here," Spinel said interrupting the two.
"She IS?!" Eriol exclaimed, again.
"Goody!! Tomoyo-chan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nakuru said running downstairs to where Tomoyo was at top speed.
"How do I look Spinel?" Eriol fidgeted nervously.
"Like a teenager at the peek of his hormones," Spinel said dryly, flying down the stairs.
With one last look at the mirror, Eriol ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath and went down the stairs himself.
*
She's really beautiful. These were the words that first touched Eriol's mind the moment his eyes rested on her. She was wearing her usual, blouse and skirt. He'd seen her a thousand times in this outfit, in different colors and variety, but she still looked heavenly. So beautiful.
"Konnichi wa, Hiragizawa-kun," Tomoyo said standing up as Eriol entered the room. She was wearing that smile again. That smile that Eriol preferred to think that was only for him. Only him.
"Konnichi wa, Daidouji-san," Eriol said smiling at her as well. A smile he had only for her. Too bad she was too logical to notice.
"Have you been practicing, Hiragizawa-kun?" she asked teasingly. Judging by her tone, Nakuru must've told her that he practiced all night.
"Of course I have, Daidouji-san. And I would assume Nakuru told you that I didn't sleep a wink practicing all night." He said knowingly.
"Nah, I just know you did." She said smiling at him again, this time she had dropped her formality.
"Oh, I see. And may I ask my lady, how did you know?" he asked her still maintaining the professional and formal atmosphere.
"You've got eye bags, Hiragizawa-kun, plus you look tired to me," she said casually.
"You just know me too well, Daidouji-san," he said smiling at her genuinely.
"Of course, Hiragizawa-kun, and please, call me Tomoyo," she said blushing a little. Eriol was taken aback at this. He wasn't expecting this from her, considering the fact that they have just met again after so many years.
"Only if you call me Eriol," he answered hiding his joy from what she had just offered.
"Sure, Eriol." She answered smiling at him, still blushing.
Eriol. That one word she uttered. God, I must be mad for thinking this! I mean she just said my name! How come I'm going insane over it? It's not like she's the first one to call me such. Kaho calls me that, Sakura too. Heck even Kero calls me that! How come I'm this elated after that? How come?!
"Uhmm.. So I think we'd better start practicing." Tomoyo said interrupting his thoughts. Eriol blushed a little. How long have he been staring at her?
"uhh.. yeah. This way please," he said shaking himself awake as he picked up her violin and led her to the music room.
*
Music can be heard beyond the huge doors of the Hiragizawa mansion. Such rhythm, tone and tempo; brilliance beyond reality echoed through the empty cold walls. Note per note showed each other's love for music. Love for the rhythm of the heavens, tone of the angels, and tempo of the wind. Love. And deep in their hearts, love for each other.
The music continued to creep out of the cold walls of the mansion. Passersby stopped to listen every once in a while. Hearts continued to talk and reach one another in an embrace called eternity.
*
"For crying out loud master! How could you forget it? HOW?!" Nakuru exclaimed loud enough for the dead to hear.
"I told you! It slipped my mind. We were practicing and she looked contented just playing her violin and . and. she just said goodbye." Eriol said exasperated. He couldn't believe it himself either. How was she able to get out of his mansion without her knowing how he felt for her? HOW?
"Hmph!! After all the trouble I went through! I can't believe it master! The concert is tomorrow!! TOMORROW!! And you'll be leaving the next day!! And you haven't told her?! I can't believe it!! I just can't believe it!!!" Nakuru exclaimed once again.
"I can't believe it myself. And I won't leave Japan without telling her, don't worry." Eriol said determined.
"You lost, pay up," Spinel said from the couch.
"What?" Eriol said confused.
"Not you master, I'm talking to Nakuru. Pay up," Spinel said now flying in front of Nakuru.
"Hmph! Fine!" she said grabbing a handful of chocolates from her pocket and throwing them in the air. Spinel caught them all and Eriol just stared.
"There are only ten. Where's the other five?" Spinel asked Nakuru.
"I ate them. It took them forever to finish practicing you know!" Nakuru said as she walked out of the room.
"Spinel," Eriol stated warningly.
"Yes master?" Spinel asked innocently.
"What was that about?" Eriol asked threateningly.
"Nakuru and I made a bet, master. She lost, so I asked her to pay up." Spinel said calmly.
"And the bet was about?" Eriol said standing up from his chair inching closer to Spinel.
"About you being as useless and tactless as Clow Reed when it came to love." Spinel stated simply, flying to the trash can and dumping the chocolates.
"And you winning means?" Eriol asked again inching ever closer to the feline.
"Proves that, you, master, are really useless, tactless, unbelievably the densest being when it comes to handling your emotions, not to mention hormones." Spinel stated as he launched himself out of the room to his sanctuary in the attic, narrowly avoiding Eriol's punishing grasp.
"Damn," was the only word Eriol could utter as he retreated to his bed.
Dreams of amethyst orbs lavender fragrance and proverbial notes from a violin haunts his entity.
*
Author's Notes:
Sorry for the late update. I was waiting for the reviews to reach five. But I suppose it won't really happen with such short chapter. This one is shorter. At least the next would be the last. Sorry also coz I wasn't able to update Timeless Tales together with this. Do any of you guys actually know the story of Aladdin? Coz honestly, I don't. Help me you guys!! Can you email the story to me? Please!! Onegai ne?
Oh! And leave a review ne? I'm praying that it would reach ten! Hehe
Ispucian Updates:
Ok. I followed one reviewer's advise, so I got myself an editor. Forgive me for the errors since I never, and I mean NEVER proofread my works. Sorry. Hope this one is better than the last. And about Spinel liking the sweets, I concluded from the series and manga that he does like sweets only, it makes him drunk so he started avoiding it, get it? But since not most of you would agree to my conclusion, I fixed that part. ^^;; Hope this is really better than the previous one!!! ^___^