Hand of God

A/N: Why, hello there. I'm pretty happy. I've gotten 37 hits to this story in less than a day. I know, no one reviewed but at least people actually LOOKED at it. That's what counts, right? When you look at the story, you sometimes see words that catch your interest and maybe, just maybe, might want to read it (if only a little). Yeah, I've stopped writing many InuYasha stories and I've deleted all my other stories that were on here. I think I might put them back up sometime or another except for one or two. I have many, many ideas for future stories about La Corda D'Oro, Whistle!, InuYasha, Ouran High School Host Club, and even one for Fruits Basket. I can't wait to write them all. It's going to be so much fun! I have a feeling that there will be a couple more chapters for this collection before I say it's completeled. Well, even if it is to tell me how bad my one-shots are, please review every couple of chapters.

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Theme Three

Never Ending Dream

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It was the last night of the concours. All six musicians had already played their individual pieces and were finishing preparations to play together just once tonight in a beautiful symphony hat was bound to be the talk of the whole school before it ended.

That's what excited Kahoko the most.

Being able to play with her new friends and create something more beautiful that just her violin alone.

It was also the reason she was feeling more nervous than ever. All six of them were now standing on stage with their instruments, Tsuchiura behind the others and seated at the piano. Yunoki placed his flute lightly near his mouth and Fuyuumi followed. Shimizu fixed his grip on his bow and Tsukimori set his violin on his shoulder, Kahoko did the same. The silence in the auditorium seemed to thicken and she gulped. Tsuchiura started playing, his finger gliding across the piano. A few measure in, Yunoki and Fuyuumi started. Kahoko looked at Tsukimori discretely before they both started playing a measure later.

The stunningly beautiful sounds floated through the large room and she smiled. She could see many adults and students int he audience close their eyes, more so the music-education students than the general-education ones, trying to feel the emotions hidden within the harmonies. Kahoko could feel the many emotions clearly, as she was standing with the makers. To her, each mood seemed to flow perfectly into the next, keeping to the rhythm of the piano. Even her emotions had molded to fit Tsuchiura's, surprising her. It sounded as though she actually fit in, Kahoko and her magical violin.

Deep within, she knew she didn't. She could never belong with these people that had real, actual talent when hers was artificial, fake. She could dream, she could always dream, that one day she would be on equal standards with them because of her own true talent. Kahoko also knew that, if that ever happened, it was an extremely long way off. But for now, she could dream of it, like what was happening now, and hope that dream never ends.