Exams are approaching. Over the summer I might update more, but this story isn't really my first priority. I'm sorry; don't kill me! I'll try, I can at least promise that. I hope that you like this chapter!
My Final Fairytale
Chapter 6: Break
My fingers flew across the keys, creating a melody that pierced the night air. I leaned over the large, black piano, and with my eyes closed I poured out my soul. The anger, the hopelessness, the confused little girl that I was inside – it all disappeared. As I completed the song, I smiled and opened my eyes. Where humans could not see, when humans could be cold, how humans could do nothing, who could find no source of comfort in that dark sea, which those very same humans have made.
My comfort is music, and no one knows why.
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That boy always looks at the sky. Why? What is he looking at? Maybe he's just a lazy little ninja trying to escape from his duties. Or maybe there's something more; something deep inside of his soul that even he can't see. Maybe I should have realized it earlier, and maybe I should have looked. Maybe I should have looked more closely at him. Maybe he should have looked more closely at me.
We became friends, that boy and I. In my opinion, he was always to smart for his own good. On those endless, boring days, while we awaited the movement of Akatsuki, and the movement of Uchiha Sasuke, we looked at the sky. How boring, I thought. People had constantly been thinking of us as a couple ever since that Naruto came back from two years of training with some perverted Sannin named Jiraiya. We weren't holding hands, dammit! So, as I said, we looked at the sky. At the clouds. Oh joy.
Then I began to see something else – something different. Was that cloud there shaped like a rabbit? I think there was one shaped like a weasel. I love my weasel. What was that shape there, I asked myself? And as I stared at the clouds in confusion, he asked me what I saw. I didn't say anything; I just walked away. I didn't want to see that. I didn't want to see her.
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Somehow, that crybaby ninja understood. I remember, he had felt a loss recently. His teacher, Asuma-san, had died in battle with the Akatsuki. I sort of felt sorry for him. He never asked what I saw in that sky again, and I never looked. All of my memories were revived, so I played, and I played, and I played…my soul on the piano…
He watched me silently, entranced by my song. Amazed that I made up every note along the way, and I remembered it. I knew he was there, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I let him watch me, and it was the first time I had an audience. In a way, it made me happy.
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The boy never confessed to watching me play, and I didn't pursue justice any further, but allowed him to come, night after night, to listen to my soul. My piano pieces turned from haunting and mysterious to slightly more open, and, if I'm not mistaken, happy. It was…unbelievable.
I became scared, so I stopped. He came night after night, but I was never there. I watched him wait for me to come and play for him. I decided not to play for him; but without my comfort, there was something even bigger monster waiting for an opening in my carefully planned façade. I didn't know what, but it was there. And it was because of him that I would soon have to face it. It was because of him that I would break.