First Spiral fic, 73rd overall fanfiction. I've watched four episodes of Spiral, and I wanted a challenge. Therefore, here it is. It is late and I should be asleep, but I'm not- so there. End of story. Sorry if this blows. Either way, reviews are welcomed.
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Hiyono was a mystery. She was that missing piece that laid absent among the evident, and once found, she was diverse and eccentric, contrasting with his usual tastes. And once the puzzle was that much closer to being concluded, she followed aside with the gift of her antics.
Music was his first feat, his unrequited love. He knew that she, the melodic result betraying his brother's hands, had been prior claimed, and yet he had senselessly stolen a glance. But she wasn't his to polish, to display and to hold to the masses with such a pride.
From then on, his fingers moved by themselves in attempt to capture a glimpse of such grace, to steal another note from the piano's lyric. It was this, his sin, which decided tomorrow's actions.
Hiyono knew this. Hiyono coaxed him to play without avail, and though he said otherwise, they knew the piano's significance to him. It was his brother's knack that was acknowledged, and Ayumu desired not to walk alongside that path.
Hiyono was a mystery to him, she always was. She enforced him upon the past when they both wanted otherwise, but it was best for him, and she was committed.
Because if he was devoted to his music, then her feelings for him may not be so apparent.