A/N – Ugh! The slowness! Spawned from my lack of ideas I give you chapter two! No Beta did anything to this! Love me?
Chapter two
She's gonna break soon,
Gonna break soon,
Gonna break soon,
So many problems in her life,
It just comes as no surprise,
She's gonna break soon,
Gonna break soon,
She's gonna break.
Less Than Jake – She's Gonna Break Soon
"How may I help you?" Michiru asked politely to one of her customers.
"I would really like the soup special of the day please, and a large glass of water." The lady asked her, pointing to the menu.
"Is that all?" Michiru replied as cheerily as she could.
"Yes, I do believe so." The lady smiled as she handed over her menu.
Marking down the order, Michiru made her way back to the kitchen. It was a slow day which meant less tips and less tips meant less money, money which she really needed. Being fourteen she was extremely lucky to get away with a job and school at the same time and was hoping that the bank would pull out for her, letting her inherit early.
The shifts were long and she rarely had time to herself. She desperately wanted to practice playing the violin and painting. Her boss had told her that she could play for the restaurant on Friday nights during her off time. Michiru had fully considered this but decided against it on numerous occasions. She just didn't have the time, maybe on a holiday.
She sat on a stool in the kitchen, watching one of the chef's cook a meal. Beside him lay a violin case.
"Do you play?" Michiru asked.
The man glanced down at it and smiled, his hands skillfully preparing the meal.
"Oh, no. It's actually my brothers. He left it here earlier today because my grand daughter wants to learn how to play. I though it would be a nice surprise." He chuckled.
"Can I look at it? I'll be careful, I promise!" Michiru pleaded.
The man was silent for a moment, trying to make up his mind on whether or not to trust her.
"Yeah, sure. I don't see why that would be a problem as long as you're careful."
Happily, Michiru got off her stool and picked up the case. She sat on the floor and popped it open feeling the leather underneath her fingers. Staring at the instrument, she placed a finger on the strings. Would the chef be upset if she took it out and began playing?
Taking it out and resting the violin underneath her chin expertly she clasped the bow between her fingers. Standing up, Michiru centered herself and tried a note. Pleased by the way it sounded she began a melody which eventually turned into a whole song. The kitchen was filled with her playing, the bow dancing over the violin.
When Michiru finished her song the whole kitchen applauded her. Blushing, she put the violin back into its case.
"You've got some real talent there." The chef told her approvingly, "maybe you should teach my granddaughter lessons. It would pay a lot more than this crummy job."
"I'd have to think about it. I have school to keep up with as well." Michiru said.
"That's perfectly fine, I understand. Just tell me when you've decided."
As soon as her shift was over, Michiru walked home. She had this sudden urge to play the violin again. She needed to; her fingers ached to hold the bow. Fighting back running to her small apartment she tried to calm herself down by taking very deep breaths. Counting her steps she fished a key out from her jacket pocket, fiddling with it as she made her way down the twisting streets of the city.
When she finally reached her home it took all her strength to prevent her from beating the door down. Why had this come over her? What was wrong with her? Standing in her door way, looking into the room and finding the case relief washed over her. It was late and the other tenants were probably asleep but that didn't matter to at all.
She picked up the case and opened it with the same gentleness she had with the chef's. Caressing the polished wood of the violin Michiru let out a sigh. It was in her hands and she could play it. Placing the bow on the strings she tested out a few notes to make sure it was tuned.
With a graceful motion she began to play. The song that she was making was unfamiliar to her ears, it was something new. It felt like her soul was singing out the very notes, like something inside her was awakening.
But what? That was the question Michiru asked herself before she fell into a trance while playing. What was trying to call out towards her?
A/N – Yeah, I'm slowly trying to ease this into the S storyline. Please R & R, the chapters should slowly become more interesting as they go along; I hope I haven't bored anyone to death. If I have I'm so sorry! 3
TBC….