Authors Note: Well another chapter after so long. I've had some things going on lately so things have gone a little slow but here's another chapter for you all. Please if you have suggestions for pairings, ideas for plots and things like that tell me to give me some idea where you want this story to go. Also I'm looking for penpals ;) contact if you interested okay on with the story….

Memories Entwined with a hushed melody

Soft notes drifted along the silent corridor, a hushed melody drowning in the silence. Blinds halfway closed letting small streams of light flood into the semi-full classroom. The light falling upon the auburn haired figure as its hands danced with perfect ease almost looking effortless along the fret board of the guitar. The auburn haired man who had just been outside with friends but decided he needed to relax on his own. Specs of dust bathing in the light dancing to the steady music of the instrument. The notes were perfect but in his mind there was need for improvement. This was his moment. His perfect moment. Just his guitar and himself. An endless melody with no interruptions. No praise and no criticism. Just him and his music.

Hiro's slender hand strummed across the strings, eyes closed, a beautiful sound, this is perfect. Just perfect.

Slowly bringing his hands to a stop he let go of the breath he seemed to be holding. Relishing the feel of air filling his lungs. This pause let his thoughts wander…

Flashback

"Hiro! Hiro! HIRO" Screeched the petite boy pulling the other down the dirt path, passing fields laden with lush green grass.

"I wanna see the stream!" Chirped Shuichi, his face an icon of childish innocence and grinning like an idiot.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" laughed Hiro as the two small kids made their way down through the trees reaching the small sight of the stream weaving it's way across the landscape. The sunlight reflecting off the surface of the water letting it look like a sea of diamonds bathing on smooth crystalline water. A small gasp was emitted from the brown haired youth as he and Hiro took in the scenery around them.

"Now this is a view!" Giggle Shuichi.

"Sure is!" Laughed Hiro as the both made their way along the streamline reaching a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. The petals dancing along the branches before taking flight and, spinning to the ground.

"Isn't it lovely?" Whispered the taller due to Shuichi being very small even for a 6 year old.

"Hai hai!" Shouted Shu falling to the floor whilst the other followed. Sighing deeply Shuichi leaned back and stretched. A small amount of seriousness crept onto his carefree face. Being the best friend he was Hiro picked up on this.

"What's wrong?"

"There's a secret I have been keeping from you Hiro" Shuichi's voice reflecting pain and sadness as his eyes filled with sorrow and hurt no one should bear to live with, especially at such a young age.

"My father…"

"SHUICHI!" A voice bellowed through the woods.

"Help me Hiro! Please!" Mumbled Shuichi on the verge of tears. Shocked by the onslaught of emotions his brother like friend was displaying Hiro pulled him into a secure embrace.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you." Whispered Hiro.

"Promise?"

"Yeah"

"SHUICHI…Shuichi there you are. You're coming home right now!" Yelled his father, yanking his son away from Hiro, dragging him back up the way he and Hiro came.

"Shuichi" mumbled Hiro, he couldn't forget the pain he saw hidden in the violet orbs that were Shuichi's. His best friend needed his help but he was to young to know what to do.

"I'll protect you." Whispered Hiro as the cherry blossoms continued to fall.

End of flashback

A single tear fell to the floor.

"I wish I could have protected you properly." Whispered Hiro. Grasping his guitar he lifted himself and placed his possession into it case. Clasping it shut the sound making him jump slightly. Sighing he picked up the case and made his way out the room.

The perfect moment was a memory to be repeated another day, the hushed melody imprinted in his mind. The sound fresh in his ears. The weight of his memories weighing down on his shoulders. Just like a book but frayed and well writing. Rough around the edges but the text as clear as the present.

Authors note: Yeah I've been called the queen of suspense before. That memory was supposed to be happy but look what happened. Ah well what did you think?