The Violinist's Phone: Chapter 2

-- The two so different, so many miles apart. Yet all it took was a single message to bring them together. --

"Welcome come to Paris Mademoiselle. We hope enjoyed your flight."

Amu stepped out the airport looking around the scene.

She was here at last.

- - -

It was nearly approaching night and the lights at the streets were dimly lit. Couples strolled along the streets lovingly hand in hand smiling. Little children ran around the town square building snowman and having snow fights. Mothers alike yelling to their children to get indoors. Snowflakes drifted from the skies to the grounds covering the floor of the entire city of Paris with a thick white blanket. It was Christmas. Yet, she was all alone. She should have stayed in Japan for the Christmas celebration. Celebrating it alone seemed to hold no meaning as Christmas was a time for family and friends to be together. The warm glow from the restaurant attracted her attention. The happy, laughing group of people chatting away without any worries in the restaurant only made her feel more lonesome.

"I should have stayed."

She murmured, wrapping the scarf around her face tighter. Staying at Paris was much tougher then she had anticipated. She didn't know anyone. The place was so unfamiliar to her foreign self. She sighed, slumping down on to the ground, leaning on to the wall for support. It was so cold.

"Hello, miss. It is not advisable to stay out at night especially tonight. It's Christmas. Should you be with your friends and family?"

She looked up at the dark figure which towered over her small frame.

"I could say the same to you."

The brunette chuckled and sat beside her.

"Seems like we are both strays on a night like this. How ironic."

Amu observed the person beside her. His messy black hair looked so silky to her. His long bangs had nearly covered his beautiful clear onyx eyes, as if shielding them from the world from looking at them. His well defined features fitted him perfectly. He was like a walking piece of art that she felt so small beside such person.

"You are not from here are you?"

She nodded.

"I'm from Japan."

"I see."

On such a night, the two beings sat together. Neither talked but both was calmed and comfortable with each other presence. They didn't spend their Christmas with their friends but they weren't alone.

- - -

'Neko-san. I'm in Paris!'

'Yea I know.'

'How did you know?!'

'You just told me.'

Amu rolled her eyes.

'How did you spend your Christmas?'

'Alone.'

'Don't you feel lonely?'

'No.'

'You are lying.'

'I'm not.'

She scoffed at the reply.

'Yes you are.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'Argh. This conversation is meaningless. I'm going off now.'

She switched off her phone in frustration. That irritating bastard. The person on the other end looked on amused.

- - -

"Yo Hinamori-san! Your playing is wonderful as usual!"

"Thanks Kukai!"

She smiled and stretched herself and cracked her fingers. It was nice having new friends in this place.

"Hinamori, you wouldn't want your pay docked will you?"

A purple haired lady with flawless skin and matching violet eyes asked.

"Of course not Nadeshiko-san!"

She replied back cheerfully and glance back at the notes before starting to play the piano once more. Although she couldn't or didn't know how to play a violin, she knew how to play a piano. Amu felt she was one step closer to her idol whenever she played the piano. Perhaps one day she might be a famous musician as well! Maybe then, she would be able to meet her idol face to face! She grinned dreamily and stared off to space.

His blue, velvet-like hair. His enchanting sapphire eyes that was clouded with mystery. His wonderful defined face that seemed to be chiseled out of pure marble just to accommodate those wonderful assets of his. And oh! How could she forget the charming smile of his?! One glance at the newspaper and she could tell it was him. The headline which read 'The mystery behind the violinist is out!' was so big and bold that no one could have missed it.

"Nadeshiko! Amu-chin is day dreaming once again!"

"Just leave her alone. It is hard to shake her out of dreamland once when she is in it."

"I hear that you know!"

Amu huffed and turned to concentrate playing the piece once more.

A person wearing baggy clothing, a black hat and dark sunglasses entered the quaint dessert shop.

"A cup coffee. Make it quick."

"One cup of coffee coming your way sir! Mocha? Cappuccino? Latte?"

"A cup of coffee will do. No need for anything special."

For some reason, the person kept his gaze outside, his eyes wary as if he was expecting something to happen any moment. Amu felt rather intrigue by the way he was acting. Perhaps a disguised star? Or an uncover agent? Maybe a wanted mafia?! Gosh her imagination was getting out of hand. Just then she pressed the several wrong keys. A horrible sound was emitted making many people choke on their drink including the stranger himself. The customers glared balefully at her. She smiled sheepishly at them before turning her attention to the stranger.

Wait. He was gone. Where did he go to?!

Amu felt a piece of paper land on top of the piano. In it was a badly scribbled note.

Try not to stare too much at people while playing.

She fumed. Who was he to say such things?!

- - -

'Hey. There was this weirdo wearing baggy clothes that gave me a note today.'

'Oh really? What did it say?'

'He asked me not to stare too much at him while playing. Who the hell he does think he is?! Argh! That person-'

'You were staring at him while playing the piano right?'

'is so arrogant! Wait. How did you know I was playing the piano?'

'Erm. Ah…eh. I was there. Your hair is pink right?'

'Yea! How coincidental! Why didn't you come and say hi?'

'I just found out?'

'That sounds ridiculous.'

'If I were you I would start saving up for his concert.'

'…who?'

'Tsukiyomi Ikuto.'

'Eh? But no one said that he was going to perform in Paris!'

'Insider information.'

'Eh…that seems impossible to believe.'

'I'm one of his staff members…?'

Amu gawked at the screen.

'Then why didn't you tell me?!'

'I got to go bye!'

She sweat dropped at the last message. So he decided to run. That made her looked stupid. On the other end Ikuto was laughing. She was so adorable! Getting so flustered on something small. He can't wait to meet her at the concert. She won't know what hit her. The striking pink hair is too difficult to miss.

- - -

Surprisingly for Amu, his words did really come true. Which actually made her jaws drop.

"Amu-chin! Look! There's a concert held by your favourite musician here!"

"Ah…LET ME SEE!"

She grabbed the newspaper from Yaya who pouted.

"She more anxious about that stupid piece of paper then me. Nadeshiko! Waa!"

Kukai laughed. It was pretty true that when any news about Tsukiyomi came out, Amu would grab the magazine or newspaper and start reading it. It was definitely amusing whenever Hinamori Amu was around.

- - -

"May I now present…Tsukiyomi Ikuto!"

Multitudes of cheers erupted and a massive squealing session occurred. Amu grimaced. Maybe she had came to the wrong place after all? It was supposed to be a violin concerto not a normal rock band. But when the person appeared on the stage, all her doubts vanished in an instant. There basked in full glory was the violinist. He picked up his violin. Everyone immediately took it as a signal and quieted down. The music began to play.

She sighed in contentment. Finally, something that won't crack half way was a real life performance. She closed her eyes, letting the enchanting melody fill herself. She could almost imagine the magical setting created by his music alone. Yet, no matter how much she didn't want to admit, the piece of music had and underlying tone of sadness buried within. Her eyes flickered open to observe him. He had covered his feelings well. So well that if she hadn't closed her eyes to listen she wouldn't have heard it.

Amu blinked her eyes. He did not blink at her. He most definitely didn't right? She laughed nervously to herself, causing several people to look at her. She waved it off and turned her attention back to the music once more.

The concert had end eventually. His fans had made a beeline towards him, asking for autograph. Amu stayed in her seat; the beautiful music still playing in her mind. The hall cleared out leaving Amu alone. Only when the security guard shook her out of her trance had she realized the concert and long ended.

She apologized sheepishly to the person and went out.

- - -

'Hey you were spot on! He really did come to perform here!'

'Told you so.'

She could feel the smugness oozing out of the message.

'Stop boasting around.'

'I'm not.'

'Now that I think of it, you know who I am and I don't.'

'Yea so?'

'I want to meet you.'

'Erm…'

The person on the other end thought for a while before answering.

'I'm not in Paris anymore.'

'Oh. Then Tsukiyomi-san should not be in Paris anymore right?'

'No I sorta…quit.'

'Eh?!'

'For a vacation?'

'That's taking a leave.'

'Right. I got to go.'

The person on the other end replied tensely and switched his phone to silent mode. He then strode out to the car waiting for him and entered it.

- - -

The days in the little café passed by slowly. The regulars came in as usual asking for the same type of coffee. Amu sighed. Nothing interesting ever comes up after the concert. The bell on the door tinkled once more.

"Welcome to-"

Amu froze. It was the weirdly dressed person again. The person shuffled his feet on the floor nervously muttering.

"Maybe it is not the best time for me to come after all."

He reached out to the door handle and was about to make a quick escape. She grabbed his over-sized coat.

"Maybe you wouldn't mind EXPLAINING about the comment."

She said dangerously. The said person looked out of the window anxiously once more.

"Really, please let go off my coat now. I'm very busy."

"Right. Let's see who you really ARE!"

She pulls off the disguise in a fluid motion only to stay rooted in her spot after seeing the sight before her. Everyone suddenly stop chatting. Kukai opened and closed his mouth. Nadeshiko seemed not to show any expression but her eyes had said it all. Yaya was the first to recover.

"It's Tsukiyomi Ikuto!"

Only then did everyone started recovering from their usual shock and started grabbing writing materials and asking for autographs. The small shop had turned into one hell of a madhouse.

"OMG, IT'S HIM! IT'S REALLY HIM!"

Paparazzi appeared from nowhere and started snapping pictures. Ikuto smacked his forehead. Apparently, someone HAD to take off his disguise. Ugh. He squeezed out of the shop and ran. Amu and the rest were still half-dazed over what had occurred. The masses of people rushed out of the tiny shop and chased after him.

In a few seconds, the shop was empty only the staff had remained, which included Amu.

She stared at the spot which he once stood at.

Impossible…

It was so much like a dream. He DID not just come here.

- - -

'I…I can't believe I saw him today!'

'…'

'I accidentally took off his disguise though.'

'I heard it on the news.'

'I wish I could apologise to him.'

'I will help you.'

'Really?! Thank you so much!'

'You're welcome.'


My god. 60 reviews with just 2 chapters?! -Blinks dazed.-
:O
Really sorry for the late chapter. It had been a depressing two weeks. So as you all know, there's one unknown person mention above. Rest assured he is not an OC. Truthfully speaking, he is in the anime. Guess who? I will give you one clue, he will be important in the later chapters. :3

-Wonders if I can hit 100 reviews in this chapter-

If it really did, I will reveal the 'mysterious' person. Well...if not...lets just say you would have ta wait...X.X

I recently took a liking to the homicidal blonde. I mean from D.N angel...-wonders why-

And no I don't hate Tadase really.

Review, it does good to the author's soul,
Luna