Living the Shadows
Disclaimer: Shall we go on?
Author's Note: I am terribly sorry for not updating this for a very long time. Sorry if I haven't! I would love to thank those who have sincerely waited for me to update this. I would like to repeat that I am very sorry for not updating, school took too much of my time and energy. Oh I'm replacing the Simple Plan addiction with Linkin Park.
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Chapter 2: Melodies of the Scarred
A boy; no older than 16, was walking down a plane. Behind him was a woman who held a jacket and a sling bag, she held some paper in her hands.
The said boy was carrying a violin case. Earphones in his ears, silently listening to a band he found in America.
Linkin Park; a band who composes songs of a person's inner turmoil and pains, they who sing songs of peoples deepest fears and resentment, they who tell tales of their understanding of humans weaknesses, inspires this boy.
He was listening to this particular song by them; Leave Out All the Rest.
I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
His eyes were one of pain and disappointment. Yet, the woman behind him couldn't be the opposite. She was all giddy and happy, as if she was beside the most famous person in the world.
Well, you could say that. After all, the Melody Master took the world by storm. Surprising everyone, that a 13 year old American boy who started from scratch and her mother's connections to join concertos and contests around the world.
His golden eyes changed when in the midst of playing an instrument, whether it is percussion, wind or a string instrument.
His pale complexion might mistake him for a frail boy. That assumption is quite wrong. His grip is stronger than the usual person.
Yet no one cares about his past. They never bothered to find his true persona. They all just cared about his ability and status.
After all, his mother was one of the Penta-Draco; Five Dragons. A name given to 5 lawyers all around the world. She was currently Tres-Draco; Third Dragon.
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As the two walked towards the doors leading out of the airport, they spotted a magazine rack. There a news paper was in clear view.
Headline: Echizen Nanjiro; Samurai Nanjiro, Takes Wimbledon by storm.
The boy pauses. The woman looks behind her and asks, "Ryo?" She follows his line of sight. Her eyes change into one of sadness.
"Oh Ryo…I'm sorry I never noticed. Come now, I have a meeting at 2. We still have to get you enrolled and acquainted in your new apartment." She told him.
He shook his head out of the words that played. He merely nodded, "Coming mother."
He never looked back. Yet, words were ringing in his ears from a distant nightmare.
From which he couldn't wake. Even after 3 years.
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After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here
The two stepped unto unknown grounds. At least for the boy, his mother was here last week, asking what the qualifications for a student to be able to enter this school.
Now, today was the entrance exam. He was merely 15 but already qualified to be in third year of high school, which he profusely denied. He took the first years test.
It was aced in mere 25 minutes. He was then asked whether he would be in the sports part of the school or the arts. He took arts; which included music.
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Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
The inspiration he took as he played his violin which attracted the attention of a certain purple haired diva. He opened the music room quietly; the instructors took note of his arrival, and inclined their head.
He stood across the boy who was playing "La Campanella" in B Major. Amazed at what he saw. The boy played like a person who was denied the pleasure of doing what he wanted and was given the freedom to do so after so long. The pleasure of playing was evident on the boy's face.
Completely enthralled.
Here he was, telling himself this mere child was better than him and his true potential had sparked not more than 49 percent.
The thing was, he was completely fine with a person above him, which was odd; for he despised having someone above him.
He continued to look at him. As the melody came to the height of its climax, the spectators were caught in a mixture of emotion.
Unable to help themselves the men who watched gulped, as they the boy let himself go.
Allowing those who heard feel the flow of his emotions, even his blank face portrayed the story of his life.
If only you knew how to look, if only.
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Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
The boy walked home, unknown to him that someone was watching him from afar, a sinister smirk was on his face.
But the boy will never know about that. His mind was too focused on what was in the past. He was not in the present. He was still living his past, he was caught between the border of his past and his present.
The boy's mother took them by taxi to a high class building. They went to the fifth floor. She opened a room and viola, a superb large magnificent room.
Yet the boy showed no emotion.
"Ryo, I'd like you to get familiar with this place. I'll be leaving tonight. But I promise to come back in 1 month, 2 months, but didn't I promise you I'd get Kevin?"
The boy silently nodded. "I understand mother, please bring him here."
The woman held the boy who was much too tall for her, but still, she held him. "Oh Ryo, I wonder what I can do to remove that shell you placed yourself in."
"I'm fine mother."
"No, you are not!" she yelled, "Ryo…please, I took you from your father because I thought you deserved better than mindless tennis everyday. Yet her you are..."
She looked at him hard; her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. "Here you are, here you are practically drowning with mindless practice. You deserve so much more than the last words your father said."
"Don't keep yourself in the dark box too much Ryo. Mama's here to help you. You have Kevin. You even have a few of your old Japanese friends. They will help."
She let go, she hastily wiped the tears that were about to flow. She picked up her discarded bag and folder and put on her jacket.
"Ryo, I'll come back before I leave. And Ryo…?"
He turned to her. "Yes, mother?"
"Please remember, that you are Takuechi Ryoma. You are my son, not his. Please care to remind yourself that." She smiled, and shook her head.
"If you get hungry there are food in the kitchen. Also, if you're too tired to cook, you could call any restaurant I've placed there on the fridge."
He simply nodded.
"I'll be back"
He stared at the door that was about to close. "Have a safe trip" he said so softly, if you were not listening you could not hear it.
And the door closed…
And he was alone.
Just like how he always felt.
Outside, his mother wept. "Oh Ryo…I'm so sorry." She whispered then she left.
Inside, the boy slid down on the floor and whispered, "And there was one…"
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
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Me: …
The Other Me: …yeah…
Me: end of chapter 2
The Other Me: this chapter might seem…out of place.
Me: trust me when I would say that this chapter will mean a lot later.
The Other Me: so any questions just press the purple box in the SW corner.
Me: nods…and please, let me know how it goes.
The Other Me: Yes please.bows
Me: bows and as I have send above, I am SOOOOO sorry for updating so long.
The Other Me: blaming the school might be unreasonable…
Me: but it's the only excuse I can find.
The Other Me: so VERY sorry.
Me: so please review.
The Other Me: Or ask questions
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Author: if you have any concerns or clarifications or just plain questions, please don't hesitate to ask, I shall be very happy to entertain them. -smile-
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