I'm having extreme writers block, I've negated my other stories… I feel so bad right now. But here is this chapter. Thanks to you all again. By the way, I'm a beta! So if you need to get anything looked over, just PM me.

"What are you doing here again?" Lucy asked incredulously, she really didn't like this male right now.

"I was about to return your note book, until I heard that someone was playing piano." The pink haired boy answered, he had an annoyed expression.

"So it was you who took my note book. Give it to me now." Lucy accused, eyes narrowing at the boy, holding out her hand expectantly.

The pinkette sighed, and handed her the precious pages filled with drawings. Lucy's eyes immediately shown with relief and hugged the book.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem."

An awkward silence settled in the practice room, chocolate brown eyes stared into charcoal ones. They regarded each other in interest, they were stuck in this situation, and neither knew what to say.

"So… You want me to play the piano? I can show you some favorite pieces of mine." The boy offered, breaking the silence. Stepping closer the blond, leaning his body on the sides of the piano.

"S-sure." Lucy got off the seat, and scooted over to the side, mimicking what the male was doing moments before. He replaced Lucy on the bench and set his hands on the ivory keys, and took a deep breath.

"This is something I played on a very special date."

He began, it was a waltz, simple yet elegant. The boy played it with somewhat of a sorrowful expression, Lucy discovered. It looked like he was thinking of a painful memory, somewhat like she looked when that happened.

Lucy didn't even notice she was crying until the song ended and the boy looked up. His eyes were soft, and held a surprised look at her crying. His hand hesitantly came up, then it dropped into his lap, and he stared down at the piano keys. "I'm sorry I made you cry. It probably wasn't the best song to play."

"No, it's fine." Lucy lifted a hand to wipe away her tears. She understood what he was playing just then, she figured out where he played it before. "It was at a funeral, wasn't it?"

His eyes widened comically, Lucy would have laughed if it was a better situation, but this was a serious one. The boy in front of her looked vulnerable at the moment.

"Y-yes." His voice cracked. He turned to look at Lucy, and she laid a hand on his arm. It was meant to comfort, but when she did, he stiffened visibly. "I'm sorry; I gave you back the notebook. I have to go now."

He picked up his things and speed walked out of the room, leaving Lucy to look at his retreating form. "Wait, what's your name?" She called.

"Natsu." The boy gave her a look over his shoulders and walked out, a hint of a smile on his face.

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Lucy once again sat in art class, a pencil in hand; she was chewing on the end of the pencil, thinking about what to draw next. This project was on drawing a human in action, but she wasn't interested in people playing sports, unlike the majority of the class.

Her mind kept clicking back to the piano room, and the boy named Natsu. A piano major. He was so graceful playing piano, unlike his usual demure. This piano playing boy was talented, his pieces were played with so much emotion, and she understood them. That was when her mind clicked. Her memories of him playing were still fresh.

Yes, she was going to draw him. The graceful piano player, the person who had played deep down into her heart with his song.

A smile flitted at the corner of her mouth as she picked up her pencil, and sketched.

This is short and simple, but I liked it.

'I think that the song can touch deep down into someone. The song expresses the players emotions.'

So, I won't be updating until a week later, I have a trip with my school! Yay!

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June