A week later, the celebration should take place Haruka and her sponsor was after the conversation with her father still confused. Since they shop with him and had spoken her thoughts were always about the girl they had seen only for a brief moment, and the feelings she had for her. Why do not I get them out of my head? Whether Dad is right and I will someday meet again? Maybe I'll be talking about the possibility of time with her ... oh, it would be really nice if we could at least be friends. But I have no one but Dad and my team. Ever since I saw it I feel as if anything is missing from me. Why is this the only way? Tired and depressed by this finding, she dragged herself to the bathroom to take a shower once extensively. When she stepped from the shower she looked at her body for the first time in more detail. Her breasts began to grow and let it slowly but surely appear more feminine. Can I sometime hide at all what I really am? And what will become of my dream world champion, when that comes out? This dream I can remember well ... were her thoughts as she looked over the mirror. Made the changes to her body but her longer to create than they wanted to admit.
Masaru saw the sad face of his daughter and wanted to know what was wrong with her. "Good morning princess, what did you do?" 'Good morning Dad. Oh it's nothing ... "Haruka was absent from himself and sat down at the kitchen table already covered. "After me nothing but looks are not enough." Haruka was bound to begin to smile, he simply knew too well. It closed briefly to collect the eyes of their minds, and then he told them what they worked. Masaru could understand the concerns that his daughter was, and knew that it would go quite a while so forth. Finally, puberty had just begun. "Hey, I'm sure we manage it all. You just must not lose sight of your goal and have to fight for it. "He said finally to her and then devoted himself to his food. Haruka watched it and even smiled slightly at his words. He was right, it did not matter if it would be unsettling to that now. You just had to continue as before, and fight for their dreams. It would not always easy, but deep inside she knew she could do it. After dinner they went to move because they wanted to run something else. Helped her to walk again and again to get a clear head. Masaru reminded yet because they still had an appointment and Haruka therefore should be at least 15 clock back home. He knew that his daughter be happy lost track of time while running. Haruka nodded and closed the door behind him. She took another deep breath and began to walk aimlessly through the streets.
Just in time clock by 15 she was back and her mood was better. It had been good just to walk around and just to think about anything. She walked only one shower and then withdrew so they could at this celebration. An hour later, Masaru and Haruka were on our way. Haruka had the new white suit, white shirt and black bow tie on. She was wearing black shiny shoes. Her father thought she looked very posh in it and was proud of her. His daughter looked in the suit as the son of a rich successful entrepreneur. With her short blond hair, but had somehow messed up, the image has been tarnished by their means. It just worked for her. Wild, Uncontrolled and yet so gentle and Masaru anmutig... thought, as he was on a parking lot looking for. Very close to the rented hall, he found one and after he had parked the car they were on their way. Just after the two arrived, they were greeted by Masarus chief and other important people. Haruka felt among all the adults pretty uncomfortable and would prefer to simply go back, but she could not, after all, it was part of their contract and take part in such events. For this reason, it suppressed the impulse to turn around, and instead always remained near the exit. From this point of watching the hustle and bustle in the hall that stretched before her. Following the numerous speeches for they were just tiring, it should give a little concert, occur on the niece of the host would. The girl was described as a great talent and all those present greeted with restrained applause. Haruka was bored and just stood still so that, while a hole in the ground trying to stare. They did not care really, because whoever took the stage. If she had to look at the very moment when she heard the first sounds of a violin, knew who stood on the stage, she had not closed his eyes, sighing. But because she had not looked at the stage, her mind drifted off once again. 'I actually thought it can not get worse. Of all classical music ... but what could it be otherwise than intended, with all the old people here ... You had to think even begin to smile. As the first song was coming to the end of Haruka opened for the first time since the beginning of the show his eyes again. In the course of the tune she unconsciously began to hum the melody with. Well, it's not so bad after all. I must admit that I prefer something more like listening to this music ... And now I would also like to know who is playing so well that even I like it ... And then you walked into view towards the stage. Then their eyes were big and they really looked at the person on stage, because there was really but the girl, which she had then seen in the city. This face and the turquoise curls would see them again and again, because Haruka was sure. But that can not be ... but is it really they who created these sounds? I never thought that they can ... In this dress she looks real cute, oh, what I'm thinking again? I know they do not even know ... Masaru Haruka had observed all the time and when he saw how they obviously surprised and with a slight shade of red on the cheeks looked to the stage, he followed her gaze. He recognized immediately in the reaction to his daughter that it was the girl on stage had probably involve the same girl that Haruka had described after shopping. "Is it the one that employs you all the time like this?" He asked, nodding to the stage so quietly that only Haruka could hear him, after he had joined them. In response he got just a sleepy nod from her. After half an eternity, she added, more focused on himself, yet added: "I never thought that they may as well play the violin. I've never been interested in this kind of music, but the way she plays, you have to like it simple. She is truly a special person, if it creates such a thing. "Masaru looked surprised at his daughter and nodded approvingly. He had to admit that this girl really had to have a special charisma on stage, when Haruka liked classical music. So far, Haruka had never really interested in music. It was among Harukas race preparation for half an hour before the start of a race in their locker to hear loud music, but here they would never come up with the idea that classical music could be something for them. She'd far rather belongs to rock music what it had always meant that she was really pumped up and motivated for the race. Then put the first sounds of the next piece, and sank immediately Haruka back into a dream world. She took the only true melodies conjured with this girl because of her violin. Yes conjure, unlike Haruka could not explain the whole thing. She had never been interested in for something as quiet. She began to dream of it even as it itself would be an instrument to dominate just about to flee with the girl together in a dream world to be able to. Haruka had the feeling of being connected to the music with her onto a pleasant way. Through this dream she did not notice how time passed and the concert coming to an end. After the last notes had died away, Haruka was touched deeply by the still belonged. She had been drawn during the show more and more under the spell of the presented sounds and now they came slowly back into the here and now. She looked toward the stage and could still just see that the girl left this. Immediately set out grief and a hitherto unprecedented wide emptiness inside her.
Haruka had no opportunity to talk more with her and get to know the girl, because it was now shortly after 22 clock and she was only 12 years old, yes, Masaru was also right after on the way home. Haruka started to move from the one for her positive turn of the evening to rave about. Masaru could not suppress a short laugh, not as Haruka said to want to learn to play an instrument. Haruka could understand this reaction at all and began to sulk. "Hey, that was not meant evil princess. Let us again tomorrow to talk about it in peace. It's getting late. "Said Masaru forgiving as they were now arrived at home and Haruka was still looking like a defiant toddler out the window of the car. The blonde girl could so quickly be snapped, and stubborn. After Masaru had parked the car in the driveway of Haruka rose quickly and went immediately to her room. There, they ran around and immediately went to bed, but she could not sleep. She constantly thought about how nice the night had developed and that they had missed the chance to get to know this girl. Sometime well after midnight, they finally fell asleep.
The next day, Haruka on until late. It was Sunday, and luckily they had no schooling. Masaru had let her sleep. He knew that Haruka likes to wake sleeping off reluctantly left. In addition, he was sure that she had him arrested on the eve of evil that he could not resist laughing. His thoughts turned again to the conversation on the ride home. 'Oh, princess, I would love to help you. Unfortunately, I do not know how to do that. But I promise that I'll think of something ... Haruka walked into the living room and slept greeted her father. She apologized for her behavior even with him the night before, when she came home. She knew that her father had meant no offense, but they had simply been confused and that he had laughed at it was, at the moment simply too much for her. Masaru was quite surprised and also apologized. "You know that I did not mean it like that, but your view of last night and then your sudden interest in classical music. Since I could not help it. "" That was the music my grave. I would really like to learn an instrument. That would be a good balance to the sport. I noticed yesterday evening, as has a previously unprecedented spread peace in me. I could even shut down completely for a while and I thought to clean anything. This has done really well ... "" And what instrument should it be? "" I do not know. Furthermore, I've given it any thought. "So the two of them chatted for a while over the past evening and the music. Masaru told Haruka from the fact that her mother whenever she was sad, and she needed rest, had been sitting at a piano there to give expression to their feelings through music. Upon hearing that Haruka had their eyes a special glow. 'That ... And who knows, maybe I'll find out a more about Mama's. Dad told off though, and from her, but then he is always so sad. You Masaru looked at with great wondering eyes, and wanted to know if her mother had once owned his own piano. "Yes Princess, your mother had her own piano. Although really it's a black wing. You must know that a piano and a wing are exactly the same. A wing produces much softer sound than a piano. So your mother was there at least once declared. But I do not have as much clue about. "He also told her that the wing was still in the house and Haruka had never seen him since he was a carpenter in Sorano. Masaru had the room since her death and never set foot Haruka always discouraged to enter the room. But when he saw the gleaming eyes of his daughter, he decided that the time had come to change this. He went to the cupboard and got out of there a single key. Haruka did not mean what it was, but dared not ask, because they had realized the sad sight of her father. Masaru walked silently through the house and then stopped in front of the door that Haruka had never seen open. Masaru took a deep breath and then closed the door. Before he opened it, but he told Haruka that this room was the haven of their mother and they had resided there, especially in pregnancy often play to Haruka for some pieces on the piano or to paint. Haruka looked around with wide-eyed into the room. On the walls were many pictures of Masaru and Sorano from all possible stages of their life together. Masaru Haruka looked down and let go first. "Is that ... that mom is there in the pictures?" Haruka asked as she saw the pictures. "Yes, that's ... it was." Masaru brought forth no more. Haruka looked at each picture carefully. She realized how much her parents had loved her and was aware of the fact why her father after the death of Soranus was never again entered into a new relationship. He just did not destroy the memory of his beloved wife. Then her eyes caught sight of a picture that was painted themselves obviously. It stood on an easel, and was probably not yet finished. You could, however, already recognize the chosen subject. "Your mother has started just before you were born. She said that she could feel exactly how you will look like ... It's really amazing how right she was still with this image. "Said Masaru, as he stood behind his daughter and put her hand on her shoulder. The picture showed Haruka, as she would look with some seven years ago in the eyes of her mother. She had short blond, almost golden hair and bright green eyes with a slight blue tinge. It also contributed to the image of a pair of pants and a shirt. This picture appeared on Haruka as she would look at an old photo of himself. She was overwhelmed by the picture completely. Mom knew how I will look again? I can not believe it. She had apparently sensed exactly what kind of person I'm going to much and are looking forward to see ... In Harukas eyes were tears and she turned her eyes from the screen. It took several minutes to collect himself again. She turned towards the window and discovered a large black wings. "Wow ..." was the only thing she could say at the moment. She went, as guided by an invisible bond, on the wing and turned up the sliding cover. Haruka sat on the stool and lay with her eyes closed her fingers on the keys. Then she started as a matter of course to play on the instrument. It was as if their hands are guided by a higher power. She felt the presence of her mother, who took them while playing. Masaru Haruka looked at him incredulously, and then closed his eyes. He knew the melody that was playing as Haruka. It was exactly the song that Sorano then went as often as her daughter had played. So many memories flooded in upon him, that he gave his tears that he had suppressed since entering the room, had free rein. Even he could feel the presence of his dearly beloved wife. 'Do you hear that? She plays the song that you've ever played for them at that time. And even though our little girl today for the first time ever in this area and is seated at the piano. I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel exactly how you're just in this moment with us and listen to our daughter. Maybe you can help her make it even the right notes, I do not know ... Haruka had, meanwhile, completely lost in music. She felt incredibly liberated and happy. As the song ended, she opened her eyes and looked to her father. "Daddy, what was ... what precisely?" She could not explain what had just happened. Masaru took a moment before he replied. "I can not tell you, Princess. I can not explain itself. But I believe that your mother has made you well. They wanted us, rather you show what you are is everything. You played beautifully. I truly believe that you do not need lessons for mastering this instrument. If you want, then you can always come here and play. Your mother would have wished and it would have been proud to see you so. "He walked over to his daughter and took her in his arms. When they were released again another Masaru said that he would take care of themselves so slowly comes to food, leaving Haruka, who was still dreaming always completely alone in the room. When her father had left the room, Haruka got up and went to the pictures on the wall to take a look at her mother. Although she had ever seen pictures of her, but here in this room, she felt the presence of their mother can feel. 'Oh, Mom, but if you could only really be here. That would be nice ... she thought as she looked at a portrait of her mother. Suddenly she thought she heard her mother can be, how they told her that she was always near them and they would take care of. Haruka shook her head briefly and then went back to the wing. She could not control what she was doing and began to play again. This time, however, they played a piece that she had heard the night before and she had the feeling that the girl with the violin, it joined with grief. She had observed the girl during the play and seen how they had worked oppression. She played for a while and completely forgot the time. Only when Masaru they called for dinner, she stopped and went into the kitchen. After dinner, she thanked her father that he had shown her this room and then went to sleep too early, because the next day so resisted teaching and training on the program.