A/N: Thanks to all reviewers! Sorry for the delay. School, friends, family...can't manage them all. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own Card Captor Sakura.
The Veiled Piano Mistress
By: Lotus Dreams
Chapter 4: We Meet Again
"You WHAT?"
"Shut up, someone might hear you!"
"Sorry--but you WHAT?"
"I said, I want to go back to play the piano." Sakura fidgeted with her thumbs. Tomoyo gaped at her. Her mouth practically fell to the floor.
"Tell me it isn't true."
"It's true," said Sakura firmly, "and I WILL go back to play."
"Are. You. Crazy?!" whispered Tomoyo. "Syaoran'll catch you for SURE this time and then you'll get into so much trouble and what'll I do without you?"
"You'll survive," said Sakura shortly. "I HAVE to play that piano again. I just...have to. I gotta." Tomoyo shook her head.
"You have GOT to think properly, Sakura. How many times have you nearly been caught now? Wake up, Sakura! He'll find out sooner or later and you'll get beheaded or whatever! Don't you even CARE for your OWN LIFE?!"
Sakura shook her head. "Tomoyo, you just don't understand the beauty of music. It can lift your spirit. It can make you forget everything, who you are, where you are, and your mind just becomes blank...I love that kind of feeling. It's a kind of new world, a new...feeling. I have to feel it again. I love music. I love the piano. And I will go back and play it. I do not care if Syaoran captures me, as long as I play it, I will feel happy."
"So...nothing else makes you happy?" Sakura realized what she was saying.
"Tomoyo..."
"I get it." Tomoyo averted her eyes. She went back to beating eggs. "Go back if you want, if it makes you happy, Sakura." Sakura smiled, but it was somewhat grim.
"Thanks Tomoyo!"
"Don't thank me, baka[idiot]," snapped Tomoyo. "I'm not your mother. Go if you want, I can't control you. Obviously I'm not enough to satisfy your HAPPINESS." She didn't look at her throughout the rest of time they were in the kitchen. Sakura felt guilty, but now that Tomoyo agreed, she could go play piano without feeling like she disobeyed someone.
Syaoran's father and mother were out again. They were really busy lately, because a new kingdom had formed some distance away, and word had it that they were extremely wealthy and rich. They wanted to do business with them, so they could wealthy and rich as well.
Syaoran was left at home. He was grumpy, no matter how much the maids massaged him, or how much grapes they dropped into his mouth.
He needed to see that piano player-ess again.
Finally, he threw a pillow at all the maids, and kicked out all the beautiful girls that entered his room, and started sulking around.
He didn't know why he was so angry that he couldn't see that girl...it was no big deal, really. Was curiousity getting the better of him? Or was it something else? He wanted to see her again, listen to her play that song, Canon in D or whatever it was called. The way she played it was beautiful.
He drank a cup of wine. Then he spat it back out. "That tastes nasty," he growled. "Do they actually make us DRINK this stuff? Ugh." He slammed it back onto the table.
Just then, he heard a tune tinkling softly through the palace. It wasn't Canon in D, it was something else. His eyes, dull and moody before, lit up.
It was HER again.
The tune was played so softly, barely heard, anybody would think that it was somebody humming it.
But he knew.
A servant rushed in.
"Your Highness, we think a supernatural spirit has visited us and is singing to us a melody! Can you hear it, Your Highness? It seems to be coming from the Great Hall! Should we go greet it? I think it is the Spirit of Song, personally, but others say it is the Spirit of Trust. Botan says it is the Spirit of Hope, but Takara disagrees and says that it is the Spirit of Light. Your Highness, shouldn't we go check it out? We need your permission first."
Syaoran walked over to the servant, holding the teapot of wine. [o.O teapot of wine? I am WEIRD. XD]
"Yes, we should."
Then, he poured it all over his head.
"Not." Syaoran set the teapot back onto the table. Then he bent down to eyelevel with the servant, now dripping wet. "I don't need to hear stupidness about this Spirits thing, okay? You hear NOTHING. There is NOTHING singing a melody. Are you hallucinating or something? Go pour some more water over your head and clear your brain, please."
"Yes, Your Highness," said the servant apologetically, and backed out of the room. Syaoran smirked and dusted his hands off. Then he hurried to the Piano Room.
When Sakura arrived in the Piano Room later, with the veil over her face, she walked over to the beautiful black piano and ran her hands over the keys without making a sound. It was so...glittery. Then, she looked down where the pedals were. There were three pedals in all; the right most one could make the piano sound ring and last longer; the middle merely muffled the sound; and the left most one was the soft pedal. Sakura put down the middle pedal, so her piano music wouldn't be too loud.
Then she started to play Für Elise, by Beethoven. The most famous song in the world. Again, it was a pretty simply piece, with the same idea repeating over and over again, but there was nobody who hated it. It was beautiful, even if the tune repeated itself ten times.
She heard the door open. Her fingers stopped moving, and she turned around slowly.
Prince Syaoran was leaning against the doorway, looking cool, calm, and collected.
Sakura tried to arrange herself to be just as cool, calm, and collected.
"Your Highness has come to see me play again?"
Syaoran did not answer.
"I suppose I should show some manners now." Sakura curtsied, but not too low, in case the veil revealed herself.
Syaoran still did not say anything
"Will you say something now?"
"Something now."
"Will you say, 'I want to hear you play more and I won't tell anybody about it?'"
Syaoran's eyes twinkled. "I want to hear you play more and I won't tell anybody about it."
"You sound like a parrot."
"I know I do."
"Why are you so casual today? None of that prince-y manners and habits, I see."
Syaoran shrugged. "I don't know, I'm just more casual when you're here."
"So I'm not worthy of being polite and formal too."
"Basically, yes."
"Then I will SO not play."
"It was only a joke."
"Doesn't seem like it to me."
"Come ON, you're not childish enough not to see THAT, are you?"
"No."
"Then why are you acting like this?"
"To mock you."
"Are you going to play or not?"
"Guess the name of the piece."
Syaoran thought for a moment.
"For Emily?" he offered.
"Iie[no]."
"For Alyssa?"
"Iie."
"For Eriol?"
"Iie."
Syaoran thought hard. He knew this one...it was the one everybody talked about, written by that crazy German composer Beethoven, who dedicated it to some woman named Elise...that was it.
"For Elise?"
"Switch the language, Your Highness."
Syaoran smiled. "Für Elise, isn't it?"
"You seem to be very good at guessing."
"So, what's my prize?"
Sakura put her index finger on her chin in mock thoughtfulness. "Hmm...let me think. How about, you get to listen to the actual thing?" Syaoran grinned. "Go on."
Sakura put her hands on the keys. She paused dramatically, and then moved her right hand, to play the main melody. Syaoran closed the door behind him, so only he could appreciate the beauty of the music.
Her hands glided over the keys effortlessly, her music flawless; she brought the passion, the romance, the whole idea of the music. Her sound was so moving, so flexible, there weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe it. Her fingers stretched, curved; her arms moved up, moved down; when she completed the final cadence, there were several moments of silence to savor the beautiful music.
"Suki desu ka[do you like it?]" were the first words out of Sakura's mouth. Syaoran, whose eyes had been closed, opened them.
"Kirei desu[it's beautiful]," he said softly.
There ya go, 4th chapter. If it's a bit rushed, please tell me, because I wrote this in twenty minutes. Please forgive me for not updating for so long. REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Don't own Card Captor Sakura.
The Veiled Piano Mistress
By: Lotus Dreams
Chapter 4: We Meet Again
"You WHAT?"
"Shut up, someone might hear you!"
"Sorry--but you WHAT?"
"I said, I want to go back to play the piano." Sakura fidgeted with her thumbs. Tomoyo gaped at her. Her mouth practically fell to the floor.
"Tell me it isn't true."
"It's true," said Sakura firmly, "and I WILL go back to play."
"Are. You. Crazy?!" whispered Tomoyo. "Syaoran'll catch you for SURE this time and then you'll get into so much trouble and what'll I do without you?"
"You'll survive," said Sakura shortly. "I HAVE to play that piano again. I just...have to. I gotta." Tomoyo shook her head.
"You have GOT to think properly, Sakura. How many times have you nearly been caught now? Wake up, Sakura! He'll find out sooner or later and you'll get beheaded or whatever! Don't you even CARE for your OWN LIFE?!"
Sakura shook her head. "Tomoyo, you just don't understand the beauty of music. It can lift your spirit. It can make you forget everything, who you are, where you are, and your mind just becomes blank...I love that kind of feeling. It's a kind of new world, a new...feeling. I have to feel it again. I love music. I love the piano. And I will go back and play it. I do not care if Syaoran captures me, as long as I play it, I will feel happy."
"So...nothing else makes you happy?" Sakura realized what she was saying.
"Tomoyo..."
"I get it." Tomoyo averted her eyes. She went back to beating eggs. "Go back if you want, if it makes you happy, Sakura." Sakura smiled, but it was somewhat grim.
"Thanks Tomoyo!"
"Don't thank me, baka[idiot]," snapped Tomoyo. "I'm not your mother. Go if you want, I can't control you. Obviously I'm not enough to satisfy your HAPPINESS." She didn't look at her throughout the rest of time they were in the kitchen. Sakura felt guilty, but now that Tomoyo agreed, she could go play piano without feeling like she disobeyed someone.
Syaoran's father and mother were out again. They were really busy lately, because a new kingdom had formed some distance away, and word had it that they were extremely wealthy and rich. They wanted to do business with them, so they could wealthy and rich as well.
Syaoran was left at home. He was grumpy, no matter how much the maids massaged him, or how much grapes they dropped into his mouth.
He needed to see that piano player-ess again.
Finally, he threw a pillow at all the maids, and kicked out all the beautiful girls that entered his room, and started sulking around.
He didn't know why he was so angry that he couldn't see that girl...it was no big deal, really. Was curiousity getting the better of him? Or was it something else? He wanted to see her again, listen to her play that song, Canon in D or whatever it was called. The way she played it was beautiful.
He drank a cup of wine. Then he spat it back out. "That tastes nasty," he growled. "Do they actually make us DRINK this stuff? Ugh." He slammed it back onto the table.
Just then, he heard a tune tinkling softly through the palace. It wasn't Canon in D, it was something else. His eyes, dull and moody before, lit up.
It was HER again.
The tune was played so softly, barely heard, anybody would think that it was somebody humming it.
But he knew.
A servant rushed in.
"Your Highness, we think a supernatural spirit has visited us and is singing to us a melody! Can you hear it, Your Highness? It seems to be coming from the Great Hall! Should we go greet it? I think it is the Spirit of Song, personally, but others say it is the Spirit of Trust. Botan says it is the Spirit of Hope, but Takara disagrees and says that it is the Spirit of Light. Your Highness, shouldn't we go check it out? We need your permission first."
Syaoran walked over to the servant, holding the teapot of wine. [o.O teapot of wine? I am WEIRD. XD]
"Yes, we should."
Then, he poured it all over his head.
"Not." Syaoran set the teapot back onto the table. Then he bent down to eyelevel with the servant, now dripping wet. "I don't need to hear stupidness about this Spirits thing, okay? You hear NOTHING. There is NOTHING singing a melody. Are you hallucinating or something? Go pour some more water over your head and clear your brain, please."
"Yes, Your Highness," said the servant apologetically, and backed out of the room. Syaoran smirked and dusted his hands off. Then he hurried to the Piano Room.
When Sakura arrived in the Piano Room later, with the veil over her face, she walked over to the beautiful black piano and ran her hands over the keys without making a sound. It was so...glittery. Then, she looked down where the pedals were. There were three pedals in all; the right most one could make the piano sound ring and last longer; the middle merely muffled the sound; and the left most one was the soft pedal. Sakura put down the middle pedal, so her piano music wouldn't be too loud.
Then she started to play Für Elise, by Beethoven. The most famous song in the world. Again, it was a pretty simply piece, with the same idea repeating over and over again, but there was nobody who hated it. It was beautiful, even if the tune repeated itself ten times.
She heard the door open. Her fingers stopped moving, and she turned around slowly.
Prince Syaoran was leaning against the doorway, looking cool, calm, and collected.
Sakura tried to arrange herself to be just as cool, calm, and collected.
"Your Highness has come to see me play again?"
Syaoran did not answer.
"I suppose I should show some manners now." Sakura curtsied, but not too low, in case the veil revealed herself.
Syaoran still did not say anything
"Will you say something now?"
"Something now."
"Will you say, 'I want to hear you play more and I won't tell anybody about it?'"
Syaoran's eyes twinkled. "I want to hear you play more and I won't tell anybody about it."
"You sound like a parrot."
"I know I do."
"Why are you so casual today? None of that prince-y manners and habits, I see."
Syaoran shrugged. "I don't know, I'm just more casual when you're here."
"So I'm not worthy of being polite and formal too."
"Basically, yes."
"Then I will SO not play."
"It was only a joke."
"Doesn't seem like it to me."
"Come ON, you're not childish enough not to see THAT, are you?"
"No."
"Then why are you acting like this?"
"To mock you."
"Are you going to play or not?"
"Guess the name of the piece."
Syaoran thought for a moment.
"For Emily?" he offered.
"Iie[no]."
"For Alyssa?"
"Iie."
"For Eriol?"
"Iie."
Syaoran thought hard. He knew this one...it was the one everybody talked about, written by that crazy German composer Beethoven, who dedicated it to some woman named Elise...that was it.
"For Elise?"
"Switch the language, Your Highness."
Syaoran smiled. "Für Elise, isn't it?"
"You seem to be very good at guessing."
"So, what's my prize?"
Sakura put her index finger on her chin in mock thoughtfulness. "Hmm...let me think. How about, you get to listen to the actual thing?" Syaoran grinned. "Go on."
Sakura put her hands on the keys. She paused dramatically, and then moved her right hand, to play the main melody. Syaoran closed the door behind him, so only he could appreciate the beauty of the music.
Her hands glided over the keys effortlessly, her music flawless; she brought the passion, the romance, the whole idea of the music. Her sound was so moving, so flexible, there weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe it. Her fingers stretched, curved; her arms moved up, moved down; when she completed the final cadence, there were several moments of silence to savor the beautiful music.
"Suki desu ka[do you like it?]" were the first words out of Sakura's mouth. Syaoran, whose eyes had been closed, opened them.
"Kirei desu[it's beautiful]," he said softly.
There ya go, 4th chapter. If it's a bit rushed, please tell me, because I wrote this in twenty minutes. Please forgive me for not updating for so long. REVIEW!