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THIS ANIME DOESN"T BELONG NOR DOES THE MANGA

I will be using the manga since some of the manga wasn't in the anime. Now and then you will see some anime things

This is a story after the beginning with you

thks for all the reviews and a little late update

Chapter 2

Amu sigh. It was this dream again. The dream of the peaceful life if I wasn't even a princess. But their memories are different of how we meet. Tadase wasn't in it. None of the guards were. The lessons I learn from them. Gone. Nothing seem to be different from a average family. But before Toamu was born, Ikuto and Amu had learn a lot but now they are less careful.

Ikuto smile as Toamu was telling them a joke. Amu laugh along. But down in her heart she wasn't really laughing. This life wasn't real. She knew it all along. When she wake up, everything will not be the same.

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Toamu replace the flowers in her mother's room. This time it was irises. The purple flowers shine in the light. She look at her mother. In a few more months she will wake up. She smile. Hoping that their relationship will be well after eight years without each other.

"Tsukiyomi-chan." A doctor said. Toamu turn to face the kind nurse.

"Mewlie-sensai." Toamu gave her bow. "How's Mama?"

"She's doing well. She seem she wants to wake up from that dream she's having." Mewlie smile. "It has been eight years since she came here."

"Mewlie...will you be at my birthday party. It's my thirteenth after all." Toamu smile. Mewlie was one of her friends at the hospital. In fact the only one she made at all. Mewlie smile and gave her nod. Toamu wave good bye and walk out. Three more months to go. Everything was ready.

"Ren!!!!" Toamu shouted from the stairs of the hospital. He look up. His bangs shifted away from his eyes. "Why are you here?" She ask her friend. His brown hair was tied back in a small pony tail. He needs a hair cut. Toamu thought quickly. "Why don't I cut your hair for you?" She ask. Ren laugh.

"Anyways. Here is the recording from three months ago of the concert. It seems really boring and not as good as the other nights. And as for my hair, I like it this way. If it reach past my shoulders, then I will cut it." Ren explain. Toamu took the disk from Ren. "Why don't we watch it at your apartment. Unless your father's home."

"He's not. Why don't we watch at your house? I haven't seen your cute dog in a long time. This time I will defiantly steal him." Toamu smirk. "Plus, I think I want to practice in a room without any distractions."

"Fine. What piece is it this time?" Ren ask. He look at the disk. Last time it was Bach. She's been playing his pieces for two months now. Most of them still need work because she never took them seriously.

"My father's piece. The one for mama." Toamu answer Ren. He look at her. Ikuto had told Ren that her mother would be like Toamu if her family had let her. Even so, they still act a like. "Do you know how it goes? I have a recording of Papa playing it for me." Ren shrug. Pulling out her phone, she let it ring out. It was a quiet piece. Happy and sad at the same time.

"Toamu. Do you know how to express feeling into your violin? It seem you lost it during that concert." Ren said. "If you don't, how will you play that piece like that?" Toamu look away. Ren was right. Somehow she lost how to express her emotions on the violin like her father. That was before Amu was in coma. It was slowly at first, full emotions. But as time past it disappear. Replace by coldness in her hands. She didn't want it to happen she didn't know what to do.

"I know. But everything is going to fast. That's why I want to keep looking for it. Mama was the reason for our families happiness. But now I need something for my happiness." Toamu explain to Ren. "Do you still have my second violin with you?" Ren nodded.

"It's my sister's. Not your's." Ren corrected.

"Anyways. I want to watch this first. Then practice." Ren shrug again. Toamu loves to play her violin like her father.

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The vibrato on the string was week. Even with a position that a first grader can do it well. I bit my lip. Moving to third position it grew weaker. Did I hurt my wrist during gym? Toamu look at her wrist. It was fine. But why is this happening?

"Toe-toe. What's wrong?" Toamu look at Ren.

"My wrist isn't strong enough to do vibrato." Toamu explain.

"Of course. You been practicing like crazy every since that concert. Just rest for a week. And your wrist will be better." Ren said. He really want to smack Toamu down so she can rest from all the stress she was getting from her violin. He knew that this stress is taking all the fun from the violin. "Don't go to the next concert."

"Huh? Why? Your not my manger." Toamu snap at Ren. She knew he was right but she didn't want to give in. "I have to...." Ren look at her, question if she really needs to go. Of course the answer was a no. Toamu sigh. She wanted to perfect this song for Amu. She father gave her this piece so that she can show her mother how much she grown. It was an easy piece, that even a person who picks up a violin for two years can play this without vibrato. But Toamu had been playing for more than seven years. She learn how to do vibrato well at age seven.

Ren took her violin away and it back into the case. "Just rest for three days top. A week might be to much." Ren said. "Starting now." Toamu sigh. She need to practice but she needed rest as well. Might as well just read the notes and sing it out.

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How was it??? Srry for the late update. I thought I had written it out but I didn't so I just type it out. I hope it make sense ^^...mostly it's about Toamu....

Notes:

Vibrato- a process when the note shakes of movement from the wrist up to the finger tip. Usually you don't move your arm with the wrist and can be hard for first timers.

Bach- pronounce Bak. Not ba-ch. A famous composer during the Baroque period a.k.a during 1600-1700.

Preview

The A-string let out a peaceful note. The vibrato B flat note was flying into the air. She had found the reason why she play her violin again. Toamu smile. The song was almost there. A few more notes need some fixing but it was better now.

– Ikuto stood at his wife's bed. A the next few minutes she would wake up. He smile. Eight years without the person you love was painful. But with something you made with her ease the pain. She love Amu and Toamu. They were his world. If one of them died. He wouldn't know what to do. Gripping her hand, his blue eyes look at Amu's peaceful face.