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Midnight Cello
Saya hugs her knees to her chest with one arm and rests her chin on them. She appears to be resting for the night with her closed eyes, but her firm grip on the hilt of her sword suggests otherwise. She never fully lets her guard down or rests these days even with him by her side. Tonight is no different.
"Would you like to play?"
He kneels before her and offers her the bow but she shakes her head slowly.
"No. Please play it for me, Haji. I like to hear you play.""
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"I just said that's wrong. Goodness, not like that. You have to…"
It had been going on for the whole night – she just kept scowling and correcting him impatiently as he misplayed it again and again. He brooded and said nothing, trying his best to tolerate her demand though he didn't think she was helping at all.
At last when she said, "One more time from the beginning," he decided that he had had enough. He threw the bow to the ground and turned his back, preparing to leave.
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In all honesty, Haji could almost say he hated playing the cello at that point. He would have never guessed he would one day best her at it at all. But that was a turning point for him. So much more had happened since then.
It is hard to remember sometimes that she was the one who had taught him how to play cello in the first place. Saya doesn't play cello any more. She refuses to play it.
"You play it better than me now, Haji," she would reason when he asked why she refuses to play – but he knows better.
She is still hurting. As always, Haji can always tell – but he has no words of comfort to offer her. As her Chevalier, he can never refuse her request. So he begins to play that same song that she taught him all those years ago. His hand moves elegantly on the cello as the melancholy tune cuts through the thick silence and soon fills the empty atmosphere in the church hall. He plays it for her, only for her.
As his last tune ceases, he hears her murmurs, "Thank you, Haji."
His hand, which holds the bow, stills in mid air for a moment although she can't see it. The Saya that he remembers back then would never have bothered to thank him for playing for her. She had always gotten what she had wanted.
But it is moments like this that he wishes to hear her say, "One more time from the beginning," once more.
A/N: This piece is a little longer than my first. Maybe next time I'll write more. Anyway thank you for reading.