I don't really own anything of value - so I can't really own Ouran, can I?
2. Piano
It was utterly powerless. It could not create music alone. This was why it needed him. Without him, all it was was a useless thing. Perhaps, to those strange humans, it was beautiful in itself, but to it, there was little beauty in anything without function. Purpose, it thought, is key to beauty. And its purpose was to create music with a human's aid. And the purpose of the music was…. Well, that escaped it. But what did a simple being such as it need to think of such matters? It knew its own purpose. This was enough.
Every time his fingers, so slender and pale and soft, stroked its ebony-and-white keys, it was happy. It was beyond happy. If it had tear ducts, it would cry from sheer joy every time he played it – one tear for every note. It fulfilled its purpose, and this satisfied it.
In time, it came to appreciate more than just what his fingers could do. It came to love just the feel of his fingers, even if they simply rested atop its keys – something that had once made it impatient, greedy for more music. It came to appreciate him in himself, not just his potential.
It began to find music beautiful.
One day, it realized it. It was just as the human boy turned to go, leaving it alone. I love you, it thought as the lights were turned off and the door closed. Under its cover in Music Room #3, it did not know when the boy would lift the cover and begin to play it again. It did not know where it had gone. All it knew was that they would make music together, and be beautiful in themselves, all at once – it with its keys, and him with his fingers.