Disclaimer: I do not own Kids Next Door.
Summery: A pianist plays for remembrance.
Note from DC: I'm not sure where this came from. I just think he'd make a wondrous pianist.
The tallest of them sat at the black piano, looking at the keys as flames danced around the room, sending orange and red shapes over the ceiling. A chair crackled and made a soft noise as the fire devoured it slowly, the suited boy taking it as a cue to start playing. Soft notes stated to pour slowly from the instrument, gradually gaining in volume as the pianist sunk into the music, long fingers dancing over the keys. The flames swayed and dipped almost to the tune, part of his mind directing their dance while the other was focused on the song he was reliving. His one-man audience sat in a chair untouched by flames and untouched by the music, watching his son meld with the piano and flames. The boys hands slowed their movements though didn't cease, the song coming harder now, less joy and lightness filling the song as he read the words under the notes. The fire was also dimming, sinking back into small corners, his mind holding them at bay, telling them there would be time later. The boys eyes caught sight of a picture of a well-loved face in a frame on the piano; his mother, a light hearted woman who he had seen only once before she outlived her 'purpose'. He closed the lid of the piano, his father standing and leaving the room and the boy alone with his dead mothers lullaby echoing round the room.