Title: Harmony
Author: Sicilian Maiden
Pairing:Ayumu Narumi/Hiyono Yuizaki
Fandom:Spiral: Suiri no Kizuna
Theme: #6—the space between dream and reality
Rating: G
Disclaimer:All characters of Spiral are the property of Kyou Shirodaira; I alleged no possession of said characters. I only request to take them to over-rowdy soccer games and force them to play at gunpoint.
Summary: Though it seemed so wrong, they were just so right.

Hello. C: Quick note—this story is from the pov of an OC; I just created her for the story. Thanks for all the support and sticking with me! I love you guys (and gals)!

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Nocturne in E Flat. It is a piece that she hears often; especially on days when the heavens open and water soaks the earth below in an unrelenting manner. It's when she's walking back from volleyball practice that she hears it—soft and peaceful, melodious and lulling. The song is slow, gently caressing the senses and wrapping them in a satin blanket. Fingers are almost gliding over the ivory (and with nearly every other note, the ebony) keys. Chocolate-eyes, usually sharp and attentive, are closed to the world; he's played the piece so many times, he doesn't need to read the sheet music.

Emerald, feline-like eyes look in from the hallway, through the small window of the choral room door where he sits, at a large piano that some millionaire bought for the school in an attempt to get his delinquent son enrolled. His navy school jacket is tossed aside on top of his canvas bag, his white tee looking rumpled—just as his hair is.

She has been watching him for some time; her first crush. They met (in actuality, she saw him, did not say a word, and refused to approach him) on Student Enrollment Night—his last name Narumi, her's Naruiya. His auburn locks blended in with all the others but his eyes... they were far from normal. Before going to bed, she tried to think of what it would be like to have him look at her like he looks at the piano; with longing and an intense underlying feeling of appreciation.

So when, on this Thursday afternoon, she notices that they must be the only students left in the school, she decides this is the only chance she might have to speak to him. She's tried before, but there's another girl—this journalist. The bouncy, young woman is constantly at his side, bashing him with puppets and demanding food. Naruiya Mistsaru feels that this caramel-haired girl is too hyper for the pianist. He is suave and cool; she is exuberant and loud. Not a good match.

With minor amount of pressure, Mistsaru pushes open the soundproof door a fraction of an inch and allows her ears to absorb the sound of his playing. She sighs in content as she listens; it's just as she's always remembered it to be. She slowly lowers her gym bag to the floor and takes a slight step forward. She wants to get closer, but she doesn't want to break the trance. His eyes are closed (like always), and his lips are neither frowning nor upturned. To her, it is a state of absolute bliss. Mistsaru swallows as she flips her inky-hair over her shoulder.

It's now or never.

Suddenly, the atmosphere has changed. The light sound of the piano has quieted somewhat and the pianist's eyes are wide open. He is searching for something, almost encouraging. Then, she hears it.

It's muted at first. However, it grows and in a few moments, the hum is resonating throughout the entire room. The noise is off-key though he doesn't seem to mind; the tuneless-ness isn't horrendous by any means. When words become apparent, Mistsaru realizes that someone is singing. The vocalist sounds nervous but, with a little more support from Narumi, the girl is smiling and projecting herself further.

The song doesn't last long, but by the end, both musicians are cracking grins at one another. The girl is laughing and when she turns around, Mistsaru quickly identifies her as Yuizaki, the reporter that's always been attached to Narumi's side. And what strikes the athlete the most is that Narumi is not annoyed by the journalist's presence—in fact, he seems to enjoy it.

And though she can't help it—even if she wants to run in and scream that Narumi-san is hers and no one else's, yell out that she had the dream long before Yuizaki even met him, shout that they(Mistsaru and Narumi) belong together because it is destiny—she too finds lips pulling back in a solemn smile.

So when Yuizaki leans forward and places a light kiss on the pianist's cheek, Mistsaru knows it's time for her to leave. She understands that, though she will wish later that night it was false, they, Yuizaki and Narumi, really do belong together, not because of destiny, but because they love each other.

The dream that she has had for so long, the one she has every night after hearing Narumi play— the one about him meeting her, saying he's been watching her practice and admires her dedication, prompting that maybe they should get together over a home-cooked meal at his apartment—has crumbled. Reality has set in and now, the dream is only a memory; one in which her figure has been replaced by that of Yuizaki.

She swiftly grabs her bag from the floor, shuffles back in the hallway, and gingerly closes the door. It is not her place; she'll find someone else to fall in love with. It's only a matter of time.

For now, the oddball couple will continue to last: Yuizaki and Narumi, the "outsiders." The ones you would least expect to be together.

The ones she would always think of as being wrong, but oh so right.

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