Your Lie in Winter

Disclaimer: Can I not do this every single chapter? No? Alright then never mind. I do not own Your Lie In April, if I did you will not be reading this but watching season 2 right now so... yeah.

Authors note: I really hope that you peeps out there enjoyed my first chapter of this story as much as i enjoyed writing it. I can't believe i got 3 favourites and 2 follows in less than one day! Although 1 of each is by Yondaime-koi ._. . I literally began writing this as soon as i got my first comment by RobotSharingan :D. Ok now onwards with the story!

ALSO, sorry raindrop, i made a mistake. It was supposed to be: She really helped alot. :P

Chapter 2

Kousei was definitely not fit. Years of sitting in front of the piano practising was the main contributing factor to his physical prowess or lack therefore. As a result, he was cursing himself for not exercising regularly as he sprinted towards the hospital, tired and out of breath, with his previously well-kept hair reverting back to its unkempt state, and his newly ironed suit being crumpled and stained with sweat.

His physical limitation, however, did not stop him from running as fast as he possibly could towards the hospital. His face was filled with tear streaks as even more of them rolled down his cheeks as he thought of the worst case that could have already happened.

He was afraid. Scared. Terrified. He was afraid that his vision during the performance truly represented the end of his loved one's life. He was scared that he might lose Kaori forever. He was terrified that he might not get the chance to confess his love. As he ran, his emotions were in turmoil, the rational part of him told him that he had no chance. Even by a slim chance that Kaori survived the operation, the person she loved was Watari, not him. All he was to her was a friend, friend A, no more, no less. However, it was an irrational part of his mind that was pushing him on. It told him wonderful things, it told him that Kaori was still alive, and was desperately waiting for his presence by her side, and either by a slim chance or fate taking pity on him, what his irrational part told him was exactly the truth.

Kaori fought, she fought her hardest, at times it seemed really hopeful, but no matter how strongly she fought, how hard she fought, it seemed that she couldn't win. "Of course," Kaori thought to herself sadly. "There was no chance even at the start, after all, how could I beat Death?" As the darkness engulfed her, Kaori took in possibly her last breath and whispered to herself her last thought, hoping somehow it could reach Kousei, the first and last boy she loved and will ever love.

"Arima Kousei, I love you too."

As the light above the surgical room dimmed, Kaori's father shook his wife awake, and waited anxiously for either the saddest or happiest moments of their lives.

As the surgeons walked out, Kaori's parents rushed forward to receive the news.

Arima Kousei reached the hospital. He rushed directly to the counter and asked for the surgery room where Kaori had her operation. He had to see her. Although he prayed that this would not be the last.

"The operation was a success," the surgeon announced to Kaori's parents as he removed his gloves and mask.

Kaori's parents broke into tears of joy, as they rejoiced in the fact that Kaori's surgery was successful and she was able to live past this ordeal.

The happiness was short-lived, however, as Kaori's father noticed that the surgeon was not smiling or in the least sharing their joy.

"What's wrong?" It was Kaori's dad that first caught on to the surgeons grim expression. "Was the operation not successful?" Kaori's mother asked, catching on to her husband's observation.

"It was successful alright," the head surgeon forced a smile onto his face as he explained the situation. "The operation was successful, but the results are not as optimistic as we thought it would be before the operation." Kaori's parents' frown deepened as her father unsurely asked, "is she...?"

"No! She is not!" The surgeon quickly interrupted. "She is alive, and we did the best we could, but we are only able to grant her one last year through this..." Upon hearing the news, Kaori's mother choked back a sob as she collapsed onto the ground, with the surgeon and her wife catching her before she fell. As this was happening, nobody noticed a heart broken teenager hiding in a spot at the turning corner of the corridor dash off with tears in his eyes. He had to go see Kaori. Now.

As Arima Kousei reached the ward that Kaori was currently resting in, he hesitated as he stepped in. Watari was in the room, sitting beside the unconscious Kaori, who seemed so peaceful as she rested on the snow white bed with her blond hair cascading behind her head. He would still be mesmerized by the scene if Watari did not walk up to him, handed him a letter and patted him on his back as he left the room. Voice cracking, Watari grimaced with sorrow as walked out, "Treat her well." And with that, Watari bolted out of the door, with glistening liquid in his eyes.

Stunned and confused, Kousei did not spare a glance at the letter at first but went straight to checking on his love instead.

Looking at the vulnerable form of the once boisterous girl that he came to love lying so quietly on the bed was heart wrenching. He had to remind himself several times that she was not dead to keep himself from tearing up. "She is not dead," he told himself repeatedly.

"Yet."

As he reminded himself of the things he overheard, he bit his lip so tightly that it almost drew blood and clenched on the letter so tightly that it crumbled into a tight ball.

"The letter!"

Kousei was finally put back into reality as he remembered the letter in his hands. He hurriedly opened it up and started reading.

"To Mr. Arima Kousei,"

That was all it said in the front. He bit his lip in conclusion. Why would kaori leave him a letter? Why him of all people? What she could not say to him?

As he opened the letter and registered its contents, he could not help but choke back a shout of surprise. The letter read as following:

Dear Arima Kousei,

It feels weird writing a letter to someone you were just with…

You're the worst.

Indecisive. Gullible. Twit.

The first time I ever saw you perform, I was 5 years old. It was at a recital for the piano school I was going to. This awkward, clumsy kid came onto the stage and accidentally hit the piano stool with his butt. It was too funny. He turned to the piano that was way too big for him and the moment he played that first note, I was drawn in.

The sound was beautiful, like a 24-colour palette. The melodies danced.

The girl next to me started crying. I wasn't expecting that at all.

And even so, you gave up the piano, even though it totally changed other people's lives. You're the worst. Indecisive. Gullible. Idiotic.

When I found out we were in the same middle school, I was ecstatic. But how would I ever come to talk to you? Maybe I'd hang out at the lunch concession. Instead, I just watched you from afar.
I mean, after all, you all seemed to get along so well. There wasn't really any space in there for someone like me.

When I was a kid, I had to have an operation and I started to be in and out of the hospital for regular check-ups. In the first year of middle school, I collapsed and I was admitted over and over. With every visit, I was there for longer and longer. Really, I didn't get to class much in middle school, I spent more time at the hospital. And I knew something was wrong with my body.

One night, I saw my parents crying in the waiting room and I knew that my time was running out.

That's when I ran away. I didn't want to bring my regrets with me to heaven, so I stopped holding back from what the things I always wanted to do.

I wasn't scared anymore to get contact lenses. I ate what I wanted instead of always worrying about my weight. And I took the music with all its high and mighty directives and played it the way I wanted.

And then I told a lie in April. Just one.

I lied and said that I, Miyazono Kaori, liked Watari Ryouta.

And that lie brought you to me.

Please apologize to Watari for me… though I'm sure he's forgotten me by now. I think I need someone more wholehearted and earnest than him. I think we'd be fine as friends though.

And please apologize to Tsubaki for me too. I want for there to be no hard feelings. And there was one thing I could never ask of her, to ask her directly to introduce the two of us. I don't think she would've had an answer for me. After all, she was in love with you. We all knew that. I think the only people who didn't know were you and her.

That underhanded lie that brought me to you didn't work out the way I had imagined.

It was darker.
And meaner.
And denser.
And more stubborn.
And more perverted.

And softer.
And more masculine.
And sweet.
Remember that bridge we jumped off? The water was so cool and refreshing.
Racing each other alongside the train. I really thought I could win.
The moon could be seen from the music room that night, like a delicious-looking bun.
Singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with you as we rode on that bike together. We're awful singers.
At the school at night. I'm still sure there was something there.
The falling snow, just like cherry blossoms.

It's strange to be a musician, but then to have your heart so filled by something that comes from off-stage.

They're unforgettable scenes to me. But they're such little things. It's weird, isn't it?

What do you think?
Do you think I made it into anyone's heart like that?
I wonder if I made it into yours.
I wonder if you'll still remember me.

If you forget me, I'll just come back and..
No, I don't want to start over.
Please don't forget me.
Promise me you won't forget me.

I'm glad it was you.

I hope this reaches you, Arima Kousei.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

I'm sorry we couldn't eat all those canelés.
I'm sorry I hit you so much.
I'm sorry I was so selfish.

I had to tell you another lie, a lie in winter. It's the lie that I would survive the operation so that you would play the piano again. Seeing as you're reading this now, I'm very likely to be dead. I'm sorry for this lie too.

I'm sorry for so many things, but there's no time to repay my debts. So I'll use what little time I have left to say these three words to you, for the last time.

I love you.

By the time Kousei finished the letter, tears were running freely down his eyes. He put a hand to his mouth as he attempted to regain his control over his emotions.

He couldn't.

Authors notes! Ok. I lied (no pun intended), i am too thrilled to post this chapter that i did not actually finish the third one. So... yeah, the next chapter will be up about as long as this took to go up so yep. I already have a plot of what is gonna happen and it DOES NOT involve our favourite female lead character dying. (really, if she dies, there is no point in me writing this so be rest assured.)

Remember to review if you think I can do better (I can)!

P.S. Check out Yondaime-koi for his Naruto fics, The Yondaime's Legacy and The Rise Of A Legend, as well as his upcoming work Asura's Transmigrant!

Edited by: Yondaime-koi