Authors Notes- OK, I can't keep it to myself any longer. There was a reason that I had Usagi and Heero meet in the shadow world, and that's because you wanted for them to get together so badly, and I couldn't give it to you. It isn't that I don't WANT for them to meet, but I'm really not very good at mushy scenes like that, and I also run on a strict schedule. I have everything planned out, and I have certain things that must happen before I allow them to meet. I wish that I could just have them get together and everything, but I just can't do that. I'm sorry to all of you, but I WILL have them meet sometime really soon. I just couldn't NOT tell you any longer.
Remember to enjoy as you read!
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Usagi sat glumly in her wheel chair, taking a break from exploring the house. The place was HUGE far larger than anything she had ever seen before.
It had taken a little while to get used to her new, high-speed wheels, but she had after that one incident. It wasn't her fault that it had gone out of control, and she had been unable to stop it, and she didn't MEAN to nearly kill her rescuers.
Even now Usagi blushed slightly as she remembered the faces of the boys that she was staying with. Quatre was the worst of all, his face white as he looked at the destruction she left in her wake. Duo and Wufei were both still kinda upset over the fact that she had nearly killed them, but had gotten over it.
She slumped slightly in her chair, angry at the fact that she had done so little, and she was till bone-tired. Nearly her entire body ached in different places, and the wound that was beginning to scar on her stomach continued to cause a sharp pang of agony whenever she moved even slightly.
She was just so angry with herself! She felt so useless, and like a broken doll. She couldn't do anything for herself, not walk, and not even EAT! Things that had come second nature to her for so long were now out of her reach, and that fact tortured her mind more than it ever could her body.
Her panting echoed in her own ears, drowning out almost all thought. For a few moments it was the only sound she heard...until she heard the music.
The soft sound of a violin drifted through the hallway, and gradually into her ears. It was a heart-aching melody that brought tears to her eyes as Usagi listened to it. For a few seconds she just sat there, letting her soul absorb the sweet tones, when she felt a sudden urge come over her with the force of lightning.
Opening her eyes in determination, Usagi got ready to find the source of the music...no matter how hard it might be. She had no idea why the desire came to her so strong, but she merely followed her blind instinct, as she would soon do as a second nature.
It was harder than Usagi thought it would be to travel through the mansion, and try to find the source of the violin. Many times she would take a wrong turn, and not realize that she wasn't supposed to go that way until she had gone for many minutes. Then she would need to retrace her path, and go in another direction. Sometimes the music would get louder, and other times it would get so soft she would have to strain her ears just to catch a faint echo.
After passing more doors than Usagi could count, Usagi came to one that was open slightly, and knew that she had finally made it.
Not wanting to intrude on whomever it was that was playing, Usagi sat just outside the door and listened for the end of the song.
When the music finally stopped, Usagi felt her heart wrench in almost physical agony. Somehow, she knew that in a time long past music had been a major part of her life, and that was why she always loved it so much. For a few minutes she had that music back again, and with it gone once more, she felt like a piece of her soul, that had been there for a few moments after a long absence, was now missing again.
Not able to sit there any longer and wait, Usagi pushed the door open.
Inside the room, it was full of sunlight. Usagi once more stopped, and sat in wonder. There were windows everywhere, giving the illusion of being outside. The light bounced off the collection in instruments that were carefully placed about the room, and blazed off the platinum blonde hair of the owner of the room, Quatre.
He hadn't noticed her presence yet, and stood still as a statue, his eyes closed in the rapture of the music he had just played, and his violin positioned under his chin. Usagi couldn't help but feel she was imposing on something very private, so in order to give away the fact that she was there, she loudly cleared her throat.
Quatre whirled around at the noise that interrupted the silence pervading in the room, and blushed deep red when he saw the beautiful angel that was so secretive, sitting on the other side of the room, with the strangest look on her face. "Excuse me, Miss, is there something you wanted?"
"No, I'm sorry if I interrupted you. I just wanted to find where that beautiful music was coming from." She answered in all seriousness.
Quatre blushed a deep red and started to stammer "I..it..well..I'm not THAT good!"
Usagi tried to hide the smile that was forming on her face because of his extreme modesty. He was excellent, and she wished that she could express herself the way that he was able to more than anything. That was what really drew her here, that need...
And once more her eyes glazed over, and she was again in the depths of her mind. It had happened a few times before, but Usagi sill felt the sense of wonder as the came right in front of one of the doors in her mind, and prepared to open it.
Unlike the others that she had come in contact with, this one showed almost actual wear and tear. Almost as if without the key, she couldn't get inside, but all of her life she had been banging at it, tearing at the wooden exterior, doing anything possible to break it down.
Her hand shook as she took the key out of nowhere, and lifted it up to the lock that suddenly appeared. She didn't bother to wonder why she was so real in her mind, and why the hallways felt as real as the ones that she had been exploring the past couple of days, she just opened the door.
There were no memories that came rushing out to greet her, she knew those would be behind a different door entirely. It was just a feeling that made her nearly burst with joy. It was the music that had been missing her entire life. It exploded her senses with just the feeling of completeness, and made her want to do something to take the music that was inside her, and share it with everyone around her. That was what made true great musicians she knew with an outpouring of clarity. They didn't sing any songs, or hum any lyrics. They just took feelings of love, compassion, and sadness, and sang it to the world. They didn't sing on rhythm, they sang on emotion. They were not restricted by the language they used, or any words that they might think convey their meaning. They just sang what was in their heart...not to impress anyone else, but purely for themselves. It was an honor for someone to hear the singing of one of such great talent, but that was it. They were just spectators of something that they would never have. That was the way it was done in the Silver Millennium, and the art had been lost ever since.
Usagi's eyes snapped open, and she looked right past the worried face of Quatre, to all of the instruments in the room. In the corner there was a piano, but she immediately looked past it. She needed to find something to play, and she was looking for something in particular.
So she didn't stop her search to admire the clarinet, or the trumpet. She didn't pause when her gaze rested on the flute, although a version of that she did enjoy playing. Her eyes didn't rest on anything until they came to an instrument that stood out from all of the others.
While every other instrument in the room was the finest of quality, and were crafted out of either silver or gold, this one was an aged wood. It was like a small harp, or lute, but not quite either. It looked like it was to be held in the arms of the player, and shone with a aura of its own. This instrument didn't need a name, and it didn't need any decoration. It shone with a luster of its own that came from the inside. Usagi didn't bother to wonder how it came to be there, it would only devalue the miracle of its presence. It was her instrument in the Silver Millennium, and like an extension of herself. With reverent hands she lifted the lightweight device into her arms, and not able to keep her fingers still, just started to gently strum the strings, tears coming to her eyes.
'Where did that come from!' Quatre thought. He knew everything in this room that he had made his haven, and he was positive that that thing hadn't been there ever before. He would remember seeing something like that before. It was like nothing he had ever seen. It was some kind of a small stringed instrument, but he had studied every known implement of music for years, and he was positive that whatever Amei cradled in her arms, was one of a kind. "What is it?" He whispered aloud, not expecting an answer.
Usagi smiled at Quatre's question, answering at even as the words came to her mind. "It doesn't have any real name. There has never been anything like it before. It was custom-made for me by my mother when I was about 13 years old. Everything was made to suit my voice, and my singing style. I just call it Aria." (AN: Aria means an air or song or melody to be accompanied by a solo voice.)
Over the next few hours, Quatre was able to witness something that no one had heard for thousands of years. In the Silver Millennium, Usagi and Aria together had been known to be the most beautiful thing that anyone could ever hear. Everyone knew that no one would ever be as great as she was, and she hadn't been heard for centuries.
Tears ran down Usagi's face as she sang her soul to the world. Her fingers flew over the strings of her beloved Aria, matching the notes to her voice with expert skill. She sang of sadness, and having everything taken away from her. She sang of the happiness she felt when she was with the man she loved, and she sang of the ultimate destruction of all of her dreams when he was gone. Then she sang of the joy she felt at having music back in her life. She finished with a magnificent ending of a possible future, and how not all hope is gone. She couldn't know if Quatre understood her song, and that didn't matter. Only the feelings were meant to be conveyed in these songs, and that was all that was ever allowed. Otherwise, her soul would be bared to the world.
So choked up she couldn't say anything to Quatre, who was staring at her with wonder. She nodded to him as she passed, and with Aria in her lap, and her remote in her hand, she left to go to her room. To once more revel in having these pieces of her soul once more attached. Her love of machines and engineering, and most of all...her love of the music that filled her soul.
**
Can you tell that I'm a music lover. I kinda took some of the idea of this chapter from Piers Antony's book 'Songmaster' I hope you enjoyed it, and that's just one more obstacle out of the way of Usagi and Heero finally seeing each other face to face. Now all I have to do is this, and this and this and this! Then I can go on to the other part of my story!
PLEASE review and tell me what you think. I love to get reviews more than anything, and they make my day, and make it worth writing even as there are so many other things I can do. Also, the more reviews I receive, the sooner I get the next chapter out, and the more of myself I decide to put in the next chapter.
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com PLEASE I LOVE email from anyone, and I can't wait to hear what you might have to say. I want to hear what you liked, what you think I should change, and just anything you might have to say!
One more thing. This might sound like something really strange to say, but it's been bothering me quite a bit lately. You see, before I started writing, I heard SO much about people being flamed. I dreaded it more than anything, but to my shock and amazement I haven't gotten ANY. Here I am, haven Usagi beaten, and commit suicide! WHY WON'T ANYONE FLAME ME! Come on, you know you want to! Insult me, say you hate my story, just GET IT OUT OF THE WAY, so I won't dread it anymore!
Just a little of my craziness...
Ja ne everyone!
Remember to enjoy as you read!
**
Usagi sat glumly in her wheel chair, taking a break from exploring the house. The place was HUGE far larger than anything she had ever seen before.
It had taken a little while to get used to her new, high-speed wheels, but she had after that one incident. It wasn't her fault that it had gone out of control, and she had been unable to stop it, and she didn't MEAN to nearly kill her rescuers.
Even now Usagi blushed slightly as she remembered the faces of the boys that she was staying with. Quatre was the worst of all, his face white as he looked at the destruction she left in her wake. Duo and Wufei were both still kinda upset over the fact that she had nearly killed them, but had gotten over it.
She slumped slightly in her chair, angry at the fact that she had done so little, and she was till bone-tired. Nearly her entire body ached in different places, and the wound that was beginning to scar on her stomach continued to cause a sharp pang of agony whenever she moved even slightly.
She was just so angry with herself! She felt so useless, and like a broken doll. She couldn't do anything for herself, not walk, and not even EAT! Things that had come second nature to her for so long were now out of her reach, and that fact tortured her mind more than it ever could her body.
Her panting echoed in her own ears, drowning out almost all thought. For a few moments it was the only sound she heard...until she heard the music.
The soft sound of a violin drifted through the hallway, and gradually into her ears. It was a heart-aching melody that brought tears to her eyes as Usagi listened to it. For a few seconds she just sat there, letting her soul absorb the sweet tones, when she felt a sudden urge come over her with the force of lightning.
Opening her eyes in determination, Usagi got ready to find the source of the music...no matter how hard it might be. She had no idea why the desire came to her so strong, but she merely followed her blind instinct, as she would soon do as a second nature.
It was harder than Usagi thought it would be to travel through the mansion, and try to find the source of the violin. Many times she would take a wrong turn, and not realize that she wasn't supposed to go that way until she had gone for many minutes. Then she would need to retrace her path, and go in another direction. Sometimes the music would get louder, and other times it would get so soft she would have to strain her ears just to catch a faint echo.
After passing more doors than Usagi could count, Usagi came to one that was open slightly, and knew that she had finally made it.
Not wanting to intrude on whomever it was that was playing, Usagi sat just outside the door and listened for the end of the song.
When the music finally stopped, Usagi felt her heart wrench in almost physical agony. Somehow, she knew that in a time long past music had been a major part of her life, and that was why she always loved it so much. For a few minutes she had that music back again, and with it gone once more, she felt like a piece of her soul, that had been there for a few moments after a long absence, was now missing again.
Not able to sit there any longer and wait, Usagi pushed the door open.
Inside the room, it was full of sunlight. Usagi once more stopped, and sat in wonder. There were windows everywhere, giving the illusion of being outside. The light bounced off the collection in instruments that were carefully placed about the room, and blazed off the platinum blonde hair of the owner of the room, Quatre.
He hadn't noticed her presence yet, and stood still as a statue, his eyes closed in the rapture of the music he had just played, and his violin positioned under his chin. Usagi couldn't help but feel she was imposing on something very private, so in order to give away the fact that she was there, she loudly cleared her throat.
Quatre whirled around at the noise that interrupted the silence pervading in the room, and blushed deep red when he saw the beautiful angel that was so secretive, sitting on the other side of the room, with the strangest look on her face. "Excuse me, Miss, is there something you wanted?"
"No, I'm sorry if I interrupted you. I just wanted to find where that beautiful music was coming from." She answered in all seriousness.
Quatre blushed a deep red and started to stammer "I..it..well..I'm not THAT good!"
Usagi tried to hide the smile that was forming on her face because of his extreme modesty. He was excellent, and she wished that she could express herself the way that he was able to more than anything. That was what really drew her here, that need...
And once more her eyes glazed over, and she was again in the depths of her mind. It had happened a few times before, but Usagi sill felt the sense of wonder as the came right in front of one of the doors in her mind, and prepared to open it.
Unlike the others that she had come in contact with, this one showed almost actual wear and tear. Almost as if without the key, she couldn't get inside, but all of her life she had been banging at it, tearing at the wooden exterior, doing anything possible to break it down.
Her hand shook as she took the key out of nowhere, and lifted it up to the lock that suddenly appeared. She didn't bother to wonder why she was so real in her mind, and why the hallways felt as real as the ones that she had been exploring the past couple of days, she just opened the door.
There were no memories that came rushing out to greet her, she knew those would be behind a different door entirely. It was just a feeling that made her nearly burst with joy. It was the music that had been missing her entire life. It exploded her senses with just the feeling of completeness, and made her want to do something to take the music that was inside her, and share it with everyone around her. That was what made true great musicians she knew with an outpouring of clarity. They didn't sing any songs, or hum any lyrics. They just took feelings of love, compassion, and sadness, and sang it to the world. They didn't sing on rhythm, they sang on emotion. They were not restricted by the language they used, or any words that they might think convey their meaning. They just sang what was in their heart...not to impress anyone else, but purely for themselves. It was an honor for someone to hear the singing of one of such great talent, but that was it. They were just spectators of something that they would never have. That was the way it was done in the Silver Millennium, and the art had been lost ever since.
Usagi's eyes snapped open, and she looked right past the worried face of Quatre, to all of the instruments in the room. In the corner there was a piano, but she immediately looked past it. She needed to find something to play, and she was looking for something in particular.
So she didn't stop her search to admire the clarinet, or the trumpet. She didn't pause when her gaze rested on the flute, although a version of that she did enjoy playing. Her eyes didn't rest on anything until they came to an instrument that stood out from all of the others.
While every other instrument in the room was the finest of quality, and were crafted out of either silver or gold, this one was an aged wood. It was like a small harp, or lute, but not quite either. It looked like it was to be held in the arms of the player, and shone with a aura of its own. This instrument didn't need a name, and it didn't need any decoration. It shone with a luster of its own that came from the inside. Usagi didn't bother to wonder how it came to be there, it would only devalue the miracle of its presence. It was her instrument in the Silver Millennium, and like an extension of herself. With reverent hands she lifted the lightweight device into her arms, and not able to keep her fingers still, just started to gently strum the strings, tears coming to her eyes.
'Where did that come from!' Quatre thought. He knew everything in this room that he had made his haven, and he was positive that that thing hadn't been there ever before. He would remember seeing something like that before. It was like nothing he had ever seen. It was some kind of a small stringed instrument, but he had studied every known implement of music for years, and he was positive that whatever Amei cradled in her arms, was one of a kind. "What is it?" He whispered aloud, not expecting an answer.
Usagi smiled at Quatre's question, answering at even as the words came to her mind. "It doesn't have any real name. There has never been anything like it before. It was custom-made for me by my mother when I was about 13 years old. Everything was made to suit my voice, and my singing style. I just call it Aria." (AN: Aria means an air or song or melody to be accompanied by a solo voice.)
Over the next few hours, Quatre was able to witness something that no one had heard for thousands of years. In the Silver Millennium, Usagi and Aria together had been known to be the most beautiful thing that anyone could ever hear. Everyone knew that no one would ever be as great as she was, and she hadn't been heard for centuries.
Tears ran down Usagi's face as she sang her soul to the world. Her fingers flew over the strings of her beloved Aria, matching the notes to her voice with expert skill. She sang of sadness, and having everything taken away from her. She sang of the happiness she felt when she was with the man she loved, and she sang of the ultimate destruction of all of her dreams when he was gone. Then she sang of the joy she felt at having music back in her life. She finished with a magnificent ending of a possible future, and how not all hope is gone. She couldn't know if Quatre understood her song, and that didn't matter. Only the feelings were meant to be conveyed in these songs, and that was all that was ever allowed. Otherwise, her soul would be bared to the world.
So choked up she couldn't say anything to Quatre, who was staring at her with wonder. She nodded to him as she passed, and with Aria in her lap, and her remote in her hand, she left to go to her room. To once more revel in having these pieces of her soul once more attached. Her love of machines and engineering, and most of all...her love of the music that filled her soul.
**
Can you tell that I'm a music lover. I kinda took some of the idea of this chapter from Piers Antony's book 'Songmaster' I hope you enjoyed it, and that's just one more obstacle out of the way of Usagi and Heero finally seeing each other face to face. Now all I have to do is this, and this and this and this! Then I can go on to the other part of my story!
PLEASE review and tell me what you think. I love to get reviews more than anything, and they make my day, and make it worth writing even as there are so many other things I can do. Also, the more reviews I receive, the sooner I get the next chapter out, and the more of myself I decide to put in the next chapter.
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com PLEASE I LOVE email from anyone, and I can't wait to hear what you might have to say. I want to hear what you liked, what you think I should change, and just anything you might have to say!
One more thing. This might sound like something really strange to say, but it's been bothering me quite a bit lately. You see, before I started writing, I heard SO much about people being flamed. I dreaded it more than anything, but to my shock and amazement I haven't gotten ANY. Here I am, haven Usagi beaten, and commit suicide! WHY WON'T ANYONE FLAME ME! Come on, you know you want to! Insult me, say you hate my story, just GET IT OUT OF THE WAY, so I won't dread it anymore!
Just a little of my craziness...
Ja ne everyone!