Melodies of Memories - Chapter 2
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Wait … is it okay to be here just with a male student?
Miku took a glance at the silver-haired man, Utatane Piko, the student council's monster president. Her eyes rounded when she heard a click sound from the door.
Did he just lock the door?!
Panicked, she rushed to the silver-haired student. Instead of reaching the doorknob and trying to unlock the door, Miku froze as Piko grabbed her hand and raised above her head. They stood close as they gazed at each other. Surprisingly, Piko was not much taller than her. Maybe, if she could use higher heels, she would be taller than him. Nevertheless, his mysterious sarcastic aura made her felt smaller and shorter.
"Sensei, do you remember me?"
Startled, Miku averted her eyes from Piko's beautiful heterochromia eyes. "Pa-pardon?"
"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked again.
"Wa-wait, let me go first!" she squealed, but strangely Piko had stronger stamina in his slender body.
This position is so dangerous! If this were a romance novel ... this would be a red flag for me.
He locked his eyes on Miku while strongly gripping her hands. She was not cornered to the wall, but she could not move an inch as she lost in strength.
"Do you really not remember me?"
When they went to the students' council office, they had not talked to each other at all. Now, Piko's question confused and shocked Miku at the same time. Did they have ever met? The question repeated over and over again inside her head. She still could not get any idea what he was talking about.
Piko loosened his grip but still did not let her go. Then, the young teacher glanced at Piko's eyes. His eyes were wavering, like searching for something from Miku. Did they really have ever meet? But where?
"You're Miku Kamui, right?" He gripped Miku's hand again while looking into her teal eyes desperately.
Get a grip Miku! You're the adult here!
"Yes, I am. I introduced my name in your class earlier today," she answered. When Piko gripped her hand harder, Miku flinched. She knew that she was a teacher, and letting a student acted inappropriately like this was not the right choice. Indeed, she did not want to get into trouble with Piko, who rumored a genius that could easily turn a table.
However, did a genius act like this? Maybe, he was a school gangster and used his authority to get what he wants, Miku thought.
"Let me go," she said.
Piko furrowed and still gripped her hand. "You won second place in the violinist competition five years ago, right?"
Her mouth gapped when bitter memories flashed on her mind. It was a national competition for young violinists. At the same time, it was the competition that made her practiced days and night, making Gakupo and Kaito sat in her room for whole days to be her audiences. Back then, Miku was 16, and the violin was her life. She gave her life for that competition. But, she lost her pride because she lost to a 12 years old boy.
The little boy was a musical genius. He was in another class from other competitors. Even Miku knew she would lose when she heard his play. Her prediction came true that she lost to a young boy who was 4 years younger than her. When she recalled the competition, she recalled a young silver-haired boy played the violin with an innocent smile. Somehow, the young boy in her memory was similar to the student whom other students called the monster president council. But, their aura was pretty different.
She snatched her hand and growled. "You!"
He was Utatane Piko, the young boy who defeated her in the competition and somehow humiliated her.
Piko smiled wickedly. It was the same smile he showed to Meiko. "I'm glad you remember." He closed the distance between them, making the young new teacher stepped back and was cornered by a table behind her.
How could he be so different?
Miku touched her head and groaned silently. "And? Now, you don't truly want to talk about your plan. Am I right?" She pushed Piko slightly, and the young man backed away.
Piko nodded. "Why did you quit playing the violin?"
The question hit Miku. Like a salt sprinkled on a wound, her chest was hurt and beating faster than before. She closed her eyes for a while then looked at Piko. "Because I have decided to quit."
"Was it because you got second place, and then you just gave up?"
Miku's eyebrows twitched. She wanted to lash out whenever someone asked her why she stopped playing the violin, but she tried to restrain herself. She did not want to end her career fast. Miku just began her career as a music teacher, and she would not let the same person destroyed her dream. As Miku closed her eyes, her anger was swayed away when the melodies she heard on her way to her office played again. It was the same melodies, the silvery melodies that calmed her soul. The melodies that brought the memories she tried to remember so hard.
Piko clicked his tongue. "That ghost plays this composition again, huh?"
"A ghost?" she asked.
Piko did not say anything and looked at the window as he looked at someone, imagining the mysterious violinist.
Miku's eyes were following Piko's gaze, then she murmured. "He plays similar melodies." She mysterious violinist with teal hair came to her mind as the melodies she heard now was perfectly fit the mysterious guy.
"Have you heard his play?" Piko asked, then rushedly to shook his head. "Ah, he ruined the moment," he grumbled, then looked at Miku. "Answer me, sensei. Why did you quit so suddenly?" he asked.
Miku smiled. "I did not make that decision so suddenly. I just … think that was the right way to do."
"But, you said in those magazines that you wanted to continue your dream to become the violinist in Vocaloid Tonio's Opera!"
"I did, but I changed my way."
"To be a … music teacher?" he asked sarcastically. A smirk curved on his twisted face.
"There's nothing wrong to be a teacher," she answered and gestured Piko to walk away from her sight.
Piko stood still. "But it was a waste for you to end up just to be a teacher."
"It's my life, my decision. It's up to me. Why are you like this?"
Now, Piko looked at Miku with a passionate gaze that made her heart skipped a beat. Even though he was a kid, but he was so beautiful and kind of like a cute little brother that made Miku wanted to hug him tightly like a teddy bear.
"Because I want to hear your play again. Your plays made me wanted to be a violinist like now. I play the violin because I want to meet you. I … fall in love with your plays."
"Nee-san?" Kaito asked while tilting his head before Miku.
"Whoa!" she stepped back, but Gakupo caught her before she fell.
"Sorry, Miku-nee. You seemed lost in thought. Was your first day that hard?" the blue-haired guy asked, then tilted his head again.
"It was okay," she sighed and took a glance at her little brother and his friend. She began to walk side by side, in the middle of them again, then asked, "do you remember the one you guys told me several days ago about the students' president?"
"You mean, Piko?" the purple samurai-hairstyle guy asked and pierced his gaze toward Miku.
"Actually, my senpai, Meiko-san, did tell me to stay away from him, but … he approached me." Miku sighed and rested her head over her fist. She looked at the two young men who gapped their mouths.
"Wha-what!?" Like an octopus, his face turned red. But, instead of an octopus, his hair made him looked like a stir-fry eggplant with chili sauce.
"Huh?" Kaito raised his eyebrows then tapped Gakupo's shoulder with his long hand that passed Miku's back. "Calm down, Gakkun. We haven't heard the full story yet!"
"Do you remember the winner from the last competition I participated in years ago?"
Gakupo and Kaito nodded.
Miku sighed then rolled her eyes. "That was him, the students' council president, the one you guys call a monster, the one who was rumored humiliating Haku-sensei. That child was the same Utatane Piko you guys knew."
Gakupo and Kaito did not answer anything at all as they had already expected this. Maybe, they knew about Piko way before Miku recognized who was him. Seeing their silent reaction, Miku smiled bitterly, feeling hurt but warm at the same time. She was hurt that they did not say anything about Utatane Piko, the little guy that made her went crazy for days after that competition. But, at one point, she forgot about him. Even though she caught them talking about Piko, Miku did not remember him at all, making Kaito and Gakupo feel at ease to curse him when they were frustrated about their sports club's matters. When Miku recalled it again, Kaito and Gakupo never told her the detail about Utatane Piko. She just knew him as the monster president. Nevertheless, they had their own reasons. Maybe, one of them because they did not want to make Miku remembered the embarrassment she felt years ago.
After a long silence, Kaito spoke up. "Then, something happened?"
Miku closed her eyes. "He asked me why I quit playing the violin," she answered while opening her eyes.
Gakupo averted his gaze to stalls beside them, but still walking side to side by his older sister. "You told him?"
Miku did not answer. Then she sighed. "He said he wanted to see me playing violin again and requested me to play the composition I played in that competition."
"And your answer was…?"
Miku smiled bitterly again, then took a step before them, then faced them, making Gakupo and Kaito stopped. "I said I couldn't grant his wish."
She turned again and walked ahead. "After all, there's no way I can't play violin anymore with these hands …"
To be continued
A.N
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