Hey hey... here we are today with our first guy: Shimizu Keiichi. Why he's up first, you ask? Well, we have our own order. But don't worry, it's not because he's less important.

This is where the M-rating comes in. In this story, Shimizu is in his mid-twenties (cos we just can't bring ourselves to corrupt an innocent 15-years-old Shimizu ^^) so yes, he's matured in many ways. And by the way, we gave the girl a little background, but remember, she's supposed to be you.

We hope we pulled this right and Shimizu isn't OOC though. But we have to warn you again, you might not be able to see him the same way again. Well the author's mind was corrupted after writing this, and the co-author who betaread felt the same LOL

Anyway, without further ado, enjoy! =)

Disclaimer: No, we don't own La Corda d'Oro. We only made up the plot =p

Melody #1

Angel

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

Those words floated around in my mind, pushing away other thoughts that I should be having upon reading the open textbook on the table in front of me. Instead of concentrating on reading the text, which was about Performing Arts during Renaissance, I thought of words that never crossed my mind before, such as... I love you.

I didn't know how nor when exactly everything started. Sure thing, at my age of almost twenty-one, I'd been involved in relationships before. But they never lasted. I liked my exes, that was for sure, but if I loved them...?

And now, since a couple of torturing weeks, I finally found out the meaning of love. Or at least, so I thought. I had been feverish upon catching the glimpse of him, got totally excited whenever we exchanged even the fewest of words, and had had insomnia attacks every single night, because his face would appear on the ceiling, on the walls, and even on the floor. And if I could drift into sleep, then I would see him in my dreams too.

But the worst times during these past weeks were naturally those college hours. Everything the professors said would sound like prolonged buzz, sounding very annoying and yet I couldn't help but hear it. If I had to read textbooks, then I could only stare blankly at the group of words looking back at me. They wouldn't be registered in my brain, and continued dancing in the papers solely to be watched.

I sighed and closed my eyes. These whole symptoms of falling in love were driving me mad. I, the always composed girl, got caught in this tricky situation and lost my equilibrium. And the reason was very simple, yet made no sense.

Simple, because I asked him as long-time friends about things he mastered at; history of music. I studied Art History, and there was a course about Performing Arts, including music. He allowed me to browse for whatever I needed in his vast collection of books and helped explaining if there was anything I wasn't clear with. Like a personal tutor.

It made no sense, because we'd practically known each other for as long as I could remember. He was none other than my nearest neighbor who lived next to me as well as my childhood friend, although I was more like a little sister to him. I was actually around the same age as his little brother, and he was two years older than myself. But as we grew up together, we were very close, like real siblings. And all this time, until a few weeks ago, I only saw him as a neighbor, a childhood friend, a brother, a tutor... but never as a man.

Maybe until that late afternoon, when I went over to return a book I borrowed from him for a presentation. His mother told me to directly go upstairs as he was in his study. Hugging the thick book with an arm, I opened the door to his study, and immediately, the deep sound of cello filled my ears. I stood there at the door, strangely petrified. If I was to exaggerate, I'd heard and seen him play his cello more than million times already, but I'd never felt that strange sensation that made me stand rooted on the floor.

I simply stayed there until he finished his piece around five minutes later, staring and almost holding my breath at the sentiments brought along by the beautiful melody. It was amazing, making me feel calm at heart. And the player himself, his blond wavy hair was being softly blown by the cool gust of wind from the slightly open window, and his figure was wrapped in beige chinos and white sweater, while the rays of the setting sun bathed him in reddish light. His closed eyes and calm features completed the amazing view. In short, it was like seeing an angel playing music during sunset. I swore I could even visualize a pair of white wings on his back. And I was totally blown away.

I hadn't quite recovered from my astonished state when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw me standing dumbly at the door. He gave me a small smile, like he used to, but this time around, it could send sudden shiver through my spine and my heart suddenly started beating so loudly that I thought it would jump out from my chest.

I could finally muster a sheepish grin and pointed the book I was holding. Still with the smile on his face, he nodded in understanding and pointed to a shelf with the bow he was holding, so I forced my feet to move inside the room and return the book to the corresponding shelf. Everything was done in unintended hurry and silence, and I finally managed to say that I had to go back before closing the door behind me and ran back home, to my room.

I guessed it was since that moment, that I'd had these uneasy feelings growing inside me. At the beginning, I thought I was simply being allured by his presence in that moment, but since the feelings stayed and grew larger instead of going away, I supposed I was falling in love after all.

I sighed again. I still didn't know how I was supposed to cope with these changes in me, let alone think about what I should do next. Should I take the courage and confess? Or was it better to wait until he stepped forward first? On a second thought, parts of me were scared the changes might affect our overall relationship. After all, our families had known each other for a very long time. So, if things turned out bad, it might incidentally involve our families as well.

The sudden loud meow from my bed made me nearly fall from my chair in surprise. I quickly turned to the sound and grabbed my mobile. The meowing sound was my message tone, and when I saw the name on display, I unconsciously got excited. I quickly pressed the button to read the message.

Hi, could you spare some time tomorrow afternoon?

Please come over to the conservatory after work hour.

I'll be in my office. You know where, right?

Keiichi.

I smiled in excitement upon reading the message from him. Tomorrow was going to be my twenty-first birthday, and he never forgot to congratulate me, sometimes even giving me nice presents. And now that I saw him from another point of view, I wondered in anticipation what he might have in mind.

I quickly typed the answer.

Sure.

I have a seminar until four.

I'll be there around five.

After writing my name, I pressed the 'send' button. And I slumped on my chair again afterwards with a heavy sigh. My heart was beating furiously although I didn't see nor speak directly to him. And somehow, I couldn't wait until tomorrow...

My watch showed four forty-five as I got off the bus right across the conservatory. It was snowing heavily, that I had to cover my head immediately with the hood of my thick winter coat before walking to the next traffic light and crossed the street.

While walking towards the building, I kept on wondering what might await me inside the conservatory. The heavy anticipation made my pace unsteady. Sometimes I would rush, and then suddenly I would drop my pace until I almost stopped on my tracks. It went on until I reached the building.

Upon reaching the roofed front steps, I shook off the snowdrops that covered my hood and shoulders, and kicked the floor a couple of times so I wouldn't leave water drops inside the building later.

When I finished cleaning myself from snow, I entered through the automatic sliding door and gave a courteous smile to the middle-aged desk officer who was watching me and answered with a polite nod. Then I walked past another large wooden door on the right side that led to the offices and other rooms. I had been here a couple of times before, and Keiichi had showed me the way to his office, which was originally a practice room, but had partially been transformed into office and study, so he didn't need multiple rooms for his needs. Very practical.

I walked along the corridor until I reached the lift, pressed the button and waited. Not long after, it beeped and the door opened before me. I entered and pressed number two, and let the lift take me to the wished level.

When the door opened again, I walked out and turned left, then continued walking slowly while reading the names written on each name plate mounted beside every door I passed by.

Ueda Kotarou... Aoyama Shinji... Yukimura Hikari... Koizumi Chikako... Morioka Nobuyuki... Shimizu Keiichi...

I stopped upon reading his name and stopped breathing for a moment involuntarily. I had to close my eyes and force inhaling deeply. This felt weirder and somehow worse than having to face the professors in their mighty-looking offices. I'd never felt this nervous whenever I was summoned by a teacher or professor before. And meanwhile, the Shimizu Keiichi I was going to meet was someone I'd known my whole twenty-one years now, for God's sake!

I finally raised a glove-covered hand and knocked the door with my knuckles.

"Come in," came the soft voice from inside.

Slowly, I turned the knob, then gave the door a light push, before stepping inside. There, I saw him, sitting at his desk in the farthest corner, backing the window that faced the front yard that was now covered in snow. He was leaning his chin on a palm, while the other was holding a pencil. Some papers were scattered on the table.

He raised his head, and upon seeing me, he smiled and put the pencil on the table.

"Hi," I managed to greet with an-octave-higher pitch, then cleared my throat nervously. "Are you busy?"

"Not really. I was waiting for you," he answered softly, still smiling.

I moved further inside the room and closed the door beside me. I nervously scanned the room. It was still like the last time I came to visit with his little brother, which was around three months ago. There were still full bookshelves occupying one side of the wall. The upright still stood in a corner, as well as his cello leaning beside. There were music stands, a large stereo set, amplifiers... in short, a genuine music room.

"Sit down," he added, and pointed to a chair across him, on the other side of the desk. I obliged, and forced to move my feet toward the chair.

I sat down, and remained quiet. For a while, he didn't say anything either. He just stared at me silently. I could see his penetrating gaze from the corner of my eyes, and I had to look down so I didn't have to act shamefully giddy.

"Um... Keiichi...," I finally called, but was still looking toward the table instead of the man sitting across me.

"Yes?"

"What... did you call me for?" I asked, slowly facing him.

His smile grew wider. He then stood up and walked toward his cello. He pulled a chair to the middle of the room, and sat there with his cello standing between his legs.

"There's a piece I want you to listen. I wrote it for you," he said gently.

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. "For me?"

"Yes," he smiled again. "This is my birthday gift for you."

I was left speechless and gaping. A piece written for my birthday? I couldn't help but feel flattered and flushed at the revelation.

He started stroking the first note of his composition, while I sat rooted to the chair, still wearing my coat and gloves. I was slowly getting sweaty from the warmth in the room and excitement, but I didn't feel anything. All my senses were focused on Keiichi and his cello.

The melodious piece took turns between high and low notes in a beautiful combination. And suddenly, a sense of déjà-vu crept into me. And I remembered the moment that started it all, when I witnessed angelic Keiichi playing music. This time, it was similar, but somehow, the piece had more depth and much more sentiments poured into it. It was like scattered pieces of emotion slowly composing into one, and I felt the wonderful feelings of love again.

Now, without a doubt, I could state that I was in love. While listening to his playing, the feelings grew inside of me, blooming like the first bud of spring. At some point, it was about to devour my senses, so overwhelming that I thought I would burst from too much love.

It took me a moment before realizing that the piece had ended. I was trembling, feeling so happy that I nearly chocked and couldn't see as clearly anymore. After a short silence while the last note still felt lingering in the air, I stood from my seat and clapped my still gloved hands. Muffled claps now replaced the music.

Keiichi opened his eyes. His face showed deep satisfaction. Pride, contentment and relief washed his angelic features.

"That was breathtakingly beautiful, Keiichi!" I managed to comment with a gasp. I was still fighting for air that had seemed to lack while Keiichi was playing.

Suddenly, a different emotion played through his face, followed by him standing up and leaning his cello against the chair. Before I knew it, he was already standing right in front of me, raising an arm. In a wink, his hand touched my cheek, his thumb gently wiping off a drop of liquid that was suddenly there.

Unbeknown to me, a tear had fallen freely to my cheek. He saw it and brushed it away. The simple touch of his hand reached the depths of my swelling heart. I raised a hand and rested it on the back of his hand on my cheek.

Gazing at the man who had made me experience love, I smiled in gratitude and affection.

"Thank you Keiichi. That was the best birthday gift I could ever ask for," I said with a cracking voice even I could barely hear.

While his angelic smile never left his lips, he stroked my cheek under my hand, and he slowly leaned his face closer to me. So near that I could feel his warm breath on my face.

"Happy birthday," he whispered slowly.

And that was when I lost my inner battle. I did what my instincts first told me to. I leaned my face closer to his, until my lips met his.

One short kiss, in which I poured all my feeling into.

When I pulled back, I saw his awestruck face. I came to my senses, and panicked.

What have I done? A small voice resounded inside my mind.

To my relief, it didn't last long. Keiichi's shock was now replaced with yet another smile of his.

"I was thinking of doing the same, but was afraid you might not have liked it," he confessed with a soft chuckle. "I'm glad now."

My eyes widened in surprise. Did he mean...?

"Allow me," he continued in a whisper, and without waiting for an answer, he leaned forward for a second kiss.

When I felt his soft and warm lips on mine again, I shivered under my thick clothes. I responded to the kiss happily. It was like a dream come true.

I deliberately swung my arms around his neck, so I ended up pressing my body against his. Finally his free hand moved around my waist and stayed there, while his lips moved slowly and gently around mine. It was so sweet, that butterflies flew freely in my stomach, my legs went weak, and I had the urge to cry.

We broke the kiss seconds later. My face felt hot, my body trembled despite the warmth and I felt my eyes wet... again.

"Please don't cry," he said with a concerned tone. He was still holding my waist with a hand.

I gazed at him. He too was flushed and his breathing was unsteady.

"I'm very happy," I murmured under my breath.

He chuckled softly, then brushed a thumb on the falling teardrops.

"How about I play some pieces to cheer you up?" he asked. I only nodded.

He walked to the chair he was sitting on previously and positioned the cello between his legs.

"Any request?" he asked with bow in hand.

I smiled. "Anything is fine."

By then, I'd slowly calmed down, and I realized how hot it was inside the room. That was when I saw I was still fully covered for winter. So I took my gloves off along with the shawl and unzipped the coat, then put them together on the chair I sat on before. Then I walked toward him and stood beside him to watch him play.

One song... two songs... without knowing, he'd already played for nearly ten minutes when he finally ended his last piece and smiled at me.

"How do you feel now?" he asked.

"Still happy," I answered with a chuckle, then moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thank you."

In a movement, he set his cello aside and pulled me to sit on his lap at the same time. I just couldn't say no, and so I sat across his lap, with my arms still wrapped around his neck.

"Say," he started, while securing my body in his arms. "Will you be mine?"

I widened my eyes. Sometimes, his questions were simply too naive or straightforward. And now, I could only grin sheepishly.

"Is there even a need to ask?" I asked with a chuckle.

He smiled in embarrassment. "I guess not," he murmured, then leaned closer for another kiss.

As the kiss happened, he tightened his arms around my body, so I instinctively did the same. This time around, it went longer, deeper, more passionately. Before I knew it, we were already holding a tongue-battle and I felt my body warm up as well as my heart beating faster.

After a moment, he slid his mouth to the side of my face and kept giving kisses along, every touch hot on my face.

"Be mine," he murmured in between.

"I'm yours, Keiichi...," I answered in a whisper while playing with his hair and enjoying his kisses.

He slid a hand under my sweater and stroked my back, and I felt my body burning under his touch. Was I being carried away? I didn't know. The only thing I knew, I was totally happy.

As his lips moved toward my neck, I knew there was no turning back. I gulped, and my sanity was slowly leaving me.

I moved my hands down, and started tugging at his dark blue sweatshirt. He understood, so his mouth left my neck, and helped me taking the garment off through his head, tossing it on the floor, and leaving him only with a white-blue-striped shirt.

By the time we were done, he looked at me with eyes I'd never seen before. Those blue orbs looked darker, heavy with something incomprehensible. Something contagious, and I realized that he might be seeing me with the same eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked with a raw tone.

I simply nodded, then proceeded to pull my own sweater and toss it aside.

I felt my face grow warm as he shifted his lustful gaze toward my chest. Slowly, he raised a hand, and gently traced some deformed lines with his fingers on my cleavage. I felt myself shivering at the soft touch, and let out a moan as his fingers reached the cup of my bra.

He continued caressing the fabric and I couldn't help but gasp repeatedly. I felt my thighs go tense as something hot was building underneath.

"Does it feel good?" he asked the obvious. I didn't have the power to answer, so I only nodded weakly.

"I will make you feel better," he stated heavily. With his free hand, he unhooked my bra, then slowly slid the straps down, before finally taking it off and tossed it.

After that, he continued his ritual and started caressing and circling my left breast softly with his fingertips, but never reaching the peak, then turned his attention to the right breast.

"They're soft," he whispered with a smile, then leaned forward and touched the tip of his nose between my breasts. "They smell good, too."

By then, I was totally feverish. I felt hot and cold at the same time, while eager to want more.

He looked up to meet my gaze and smiled. "I wonder if they taste good too," he mumbled playfully.

Without waiting for an answer, he moved his face to my right breast, and started giving soft kisses along, while his right hand continued tracing my left breast.

I gasped and moaned again and again at his gentle yet passionate touch. As his lips reached the peak of my breast, I stopped breathing. But as I felt the wet touch of his tongue on the already hardened nipple, I let out a louder moan. I couldn't help it.

As if that wasn't enough delicious torture already, his fingers on my other breast also reached its swollen peak. Very slowly, he made circles around it with his thumb. In response, I arched my back backwards. That was too good, and yet too much for my dear sanity.

I moved my hands up and started unbuttoning his shirt, a bit too impatiently, because I was feeling hot around my center. He was taking his sweet time, maddening me, and I couldn't wait that long.

When I was done with the buttons, revealing his pale chest, I slipped my hands inside and caressed his chest and back, then finally went further down until finding the waistband of his pants. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped the pants.

I wasn't surprised when my hand touched something hard underneath his boxer. With the intention of teasing him back, I caressed the hardness up and down, slowly first, and faster later. I heard a groan from his busy mouth and I smiled inwardly.

He suddenly stopped all movements and gazed at me with heavy eyes.

"You're deliberately torturing me," he commented, but his tone hinted that he actually didn't mind.

Instead of answering, I only gave him a playful smile, while my hand moved inside his boxer to take his length out. I unconsciously gulped when the corner of my eye registered his center. I couldn't believe someone so angelic-looking could be this manly.

"You look surprised," he commented plainly.

"No I'm not!" I defended.

"I'll show you something good then," he chuckled.

While I only raised an eyebrow in confusion, he bowed sideward and started taking my boots off. When he was finished, he asked me to stand in front of him, and I obliged. When I did, he unzipped my pants and took it off along with my panties. Then he took his own shoes and stripped off of his shirt, pants and boxer, leaving us both naked. Everything was done in sitting position and slowly.

Afterwards, he took my hand and motioned me to sit on his laps again, but this time facing him, so I opened my legs and rested them beside his.

He smiled again, his usual angelic smile, before leaning forward and started another tongue-war. Meanwhile a hand traveled south to my center until finding the opening. He first caressed it, and when he heard me moan again, he plunged a finger inside, and slowly started to thrust. All the while, his other hand busied itself with my breast.

I cried in ecstasy, but he covered my mouth with his again.

I found my way to his length and started stroking it from top to bottom, along and about. And as he plunged another finger inside of me, caressing along the hardened pebble down there, my movements on his hardened length also grew faster. And above, we still devoured each other despite the already short breaths.

"Please... Keiichi... I can't anymore...," I panted when I felt something was about to explode inside.

He pulled his hand out of me and stopped kissing, then gave me a playful smile. "As you wish."

With that, I positioned myself above him. As I moved down, he helped penetrating his length inside of me. I gasped when the process took place.

When he was fully inside, I started moving my hips to thrust. He held my waist and helped pushing from underneath in sync.

From the first slower thrusts, it grew faster later. It felt extremely good, moreover when his free hand grabbed my breast to give me more stimulation. In between, he kissed my mouth, my neck, and finally down to my breast. This time, he sucked and bit them lustfully in between, totally different from the gentle manner before.

I cried and moaned endlessly with my back arched backwards, and my hands sustaining my equilibrium around his neck. Sex had never felt this good, where every single thrust and every enhancing touch was absolutely amazing.

"Faster... I'm coming now...," he panted heavily as his mouth left my breast, and he held me tighter.

"Keiichi... Oh my God...," I answered while increasing the speed of thrusts with him.

More... more... and it finally went loose. We cried in unison as we reached the very peak of satisfaction. Holding each other, we trembled as the amazing sensation came.

We stayed immovable holding each other until it cooled down. I was convinced that this was the best love-making I'd ever had. Not that I'd had that many, but well...

"Are you going to leave it inside?" Keiichi asked suddenly beside my face with a chuckle.

I turned my head and looked at him in confusion. He laughed, then pointed downwards, and I realized that I was still holding his manliness inside of me.

I laughed sheepishly, then moved my hips backward to release it.

"If that was what you meant with 'something good'," I whispered then while looking directly into his eyes. "Then you were right."

He chuckled, then held me in his warm arms again.

"You weren't bad yourself. I've never felt that good," he answered earnestly.

I beamed inside, then gave him a peck on his lips.

"May I ask for a repetition later?" he asked innocently.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned forward until our forehead touched.

"Ask, and you shall be rewarded," I whispered coquettishly, making him clear his throat and me chuckle in response.

"By the way, what did you wish for this year?" he tried to change the topic, making me smile.

"It just came true," I continued my act, then sealed it with a kiss.

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(End of Shimizu's Melody)

A/N: Well, how was it? *blinks in hope*

Hot? Any of you hyperventilating, dehydrating or suffering from major loss of blood? Or maybe a mixture of all? xD

Do tell us what you think, OK? And thank you for reading =)