"He plays the violin. He tucks it right under his chin…"
Ryou lay on the divan by the window reading a novel, glancing over ever now and then at Seto as he worked on his laptop, growing increasingly frustrated and tense. Suddenly, he reached his breaking point. With an angry growl, he closed his laptop and opened one of the bottom drawers of his desk and pulled something out of it, standing, striding over to a far wall, and straightening his spine as he assumed a practiced stance. Ryou's eyes widened in surprise to see what his boyfriend was holding: a violin. In awe, he watched Seto place it between his chin and shoulder and lift the bow to the strings.
"And he bows, yes he bows…"
As Seto played a lively, angry Russian piece, Ryou found himself quite impressed. Every note was perfectly in tune, his technique was flawless, his vibrato was impeccable, and he performed the whole ten-minute piece from memory. This was a passionate side of Seto that he'd never seen before, and he wondered why he'd never before told Ryou that he played an instrument. Was he ashamed? Was it a secret? Had he simply not thought it pertinent to sare? As Seto brought the song to a close, Ryou—now sitting up—put down his book and broke into eager applause, startling Seto, who'd forgotten Ryou's presence entirely. He lowered the violin and faced Ryou with a blush, looking uncomfortable.
Ryou stood and approached him, exclaiming, "That was wonderful!"
"For he knows, yes he knows…"
"How come you never told me that you play violin?" he asked, the song still vibrating in his veins.
"I guess I just didn't think to," Seto answered, Ryou's enthusiasm making him soften and give a small smile. He set the instrument down carefully upon his desk, Ryou taking his hands in his own and pulling him into an embrace and pressing a kiss to each of Seto's burning cheeks, which only flamed the more that Ryou kissed him. He was beginning to feel profoundly embarrassed.
"Watching you play violin was adorable," Ryou murmured, rubbing his nose against Seto's, who returned the nuzzle affectionately. "I've never seen you so passionate outside the bedroom before."
Ryou let out a faint squeal as Seto took him in his arms, and dipped him, as if they'd been dancing, a sly smile softening his features. Now it was Ryou's turn to blush.
"That it's hi-hi-hi-diddle twixt my heart, Tom, and his fiddle.
My strings are unstrung. Hi-hi-hi-hi. I'm always undone."
Author Notes: This song is "He Plays The Violin" by Betty Buckley from the musical 1776. This fic is dedicated to BreakfastForLife in exchange for another chapter for one of her fics. Enjoy!