Lightning-Dono: I'm back in business! Sorry for the insanely long absence; I'll be doing my fanfics from now on.

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Theme: #8 "music"
Word Count: 430

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Kai adored the art of music. Whatever he was doing, he would always carry on the practice of whistling away his worries when Jill wasn't there to soothe him of them, or hum to pass the time while he was walking. However, Jill would never know this, because he refused to carry anything close to a melody in her presence.

As much as he loved to sing, he was terrible at it. He wished he could force his vocal cords into staying in tune, but alas, nothing would ever work. Therefore, he vowed to never speak of music before his beloved.

Of course, the topic arrived eventually, for they never could conceal anything from each other for extended lengths of time.

On this particular day, Jill was attempting to lull her terribly restless new cow to sleep by murmuring a soft lullaby to it. As Kai stepped into the musty barn, she was sitting against the haystacks piled up in one corner, wringing her hands in worry.

"She won't stay still," she moaned. "I've been trying to get her to sleep, but whenever I leave, she starts trying to tip the haystacks." Jill rested her fussed head back against the hay. When she lifted it again, the golden strands had joined forces with the golden straws.

"I don't really like singing much," he lied, trying to place a look of forced disdain upon his face, as though he were of royalty and could've cared less for music.

"Oh, come here, at least try." Her enthusiastic voice drew him magnetically to her side. He lowered himself, a look of pure horror mounted on his visage. How had he gotten himself into this?

"I'm not good at singing," he said foolishly.

"Who said you had to be good to try? Besides," she tilted herself tiredly onto him, her perfectly molded, soft ear conveniently placed by his mouth expectantly. "I'll love anything you do. You can sing like a drunken sailor on the deck of sinking ship until the gods pulled you into the heavens and berated you for emanating such imperfect music, but I'll be right beside you every step of the way, telling you how wonderful it was." He could see her cheek bones jut themselves out in a tell-tale smile. "So what are you waiting for?" She raised her face to his and the artificial light caught in her eyes, allowing her pure blue irises to sparkle, as though tinkling along with their own song. "Sing."

And he did.