I heard there was a secret chord
that
David played and it pleased the Lord,
but you don't really care
for music, do you?
The three-year-old Akito was laying on her bed. Her father was tucking her in, despite her mother's protests that he should come to bed and sleep.
"Father," the child chirped, pulling at the collar of her boy's yukata in slight irritation.
"What is it?" Akira asked his daughter who was masquerading as a boy.
She tilted her head to the side and stared at him inquiringly. "Why don't you ever sing to me? You tell me stories, like Shigure does, but you don't sing to me like Kureno," she said.
"Ah, I don't like singing very much," Akira told the girl. "I don't sound very good, especially when I'm sick," he added in his hoarse voice that would probably be very smooth and pretty if it weren't for constant sickness.
Well
it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall and the
major lift;
"Besides, the only good music is birdsong."
The toddler tried to take this in, and managed to understand, nodding. "Do you like Kureno's singing?" She asked him.
He smiled. "He's a bird, is he not? I leave it to the birds to sing. They enjoy it."
Akito nodded slowly. "Can't you just sing for me once?" She asked quietly. "Because I don't mind if you're not a bird. I want to hear you sing."
Akira chuckled a bit and nodded, smiling at her. "I'll sing if you promise to go to sleep."
Akito smiled a little at him, and turned so she was laying on her stomach, staring at her beloved father intently. He started singing. Though his voice was hoarse and cracked in places, she loved it anyway, and despite that, she knew if he weren't as sick, his voice would be smooth, low, and have the most… amazing tone. She sang along with him quietly when he began the chorus to the haunting song.
"…Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah…"
…the baffled king composing Hallelujah.