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Piano
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7-year-old Kyo was still a kitten when he transformed. He was exhausted after his first day of real training with Kazuma, but he was anxious to see all that he could. Kazuma's house was the first place that he had ever felt accepted in. Still, his little cat paws treaded softly, almost shyly, around the house.
He poked around into different rooms, finally coming across a strange piece of furniture that he'd never seen before. Kyo the kitten looked up, taking in the odd wooden thing. There was a short bench in front of it, above a few gleaming pedals near the floor. Kyo pressed one of them down, but nothing happened. Jumping up to the bench, after a few tries, he looked at the rows of black and white keys in front of him.
There had never been much time for music in Kyo's life. Neither of his parents had played an instrument, and he'd never really been far from the house. So, he had no way of knowing about the loud, clanging chords that would result from his jumping up onto the keys.
Kyo slipped off of the keys in his panic, falling right back down to the floor. His soft ears were ringing with the dissonant notes. He jumped back up to the stool, sitting down and staring at the keyboard.
"You're not gonna beat me that easy," he growled, and started plunking on the keys again. He could only swat at them with one paw, while he sat on the other three, but he was able to figure out the basics of the instrument. Not that a piano is difficult to figure out. Bits of orange fur started to catch between the black and white keys, as Kyo explored the different sounds further.
"Who's in here?" Kyo froze as he heard the voice, and accompanying footsteps. He jumped off the piano and streaked away, a flash of orange fur and scrambling nails. The door, already open a crack, creaked across the floor, and revealed Kazuma. He stepped into the room, looking around.
Kyo had barricaded himself behind a small table, waiting for the reprimand he was sure would come. His fluffy tail poked out from the table legs, twitching slightly.
Kazuma smiled gently as he knelt down beside the table. "Kyo? What are you doing under there?" The little ball of fur didn't respond, and Kazuma knew better than to drag him out. He had spent many hours of his life coaxing shy young students into letting themselves go, and he could tell that nothing would be gained by forcing Kyo to leave his hiding place. Instead, he stood up and went back over to the piano.
He sat on the bench, flexing his fingers. Poising his hands over the keys, Kazuma looked back at Kyo, who had poked his head out around the table, and who quickly pulled it back. Kazuma smiled as he began to play. His hands ran across the length of the piano, scurrying to reach the right keys in time. Far from the discordant notes that Kyo had produced, Kazuma's music was soothing and smooth. Little Kyo couldn't help but watch, and slowly inch himself out of the corner.
"Shishou, I didn't know you could do that," he said in awe, when Kazuma had finished.
"There's a lot about me that you don't know, Kyo-kun," He answered, picking the tiny kitten up. "But I'm sure that we'll get to know each other very well, from now on."
Carrying the little cat, Kazuma left the room and quietly closed the door.