Engage Me.

A/N: This chapter is just a lot of Kyoya and Sakura but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways. I took off like two sections because I didn't really like it and added in the rest recently, sigh. Probably as to why it took awhile.
Not a lot of mafia stuff so far though I'm not sure if people are even looking forward to it...? But soon, soon.

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CHAPTER 4

First person; Nanase Sakura

"Which one?" I asked to no one in particular. I turned to a few angles to look at the dress. It was sadly the day that we decided to go look for wedding apparel.

"Just. Pick. One," Hibari grumbled after placing his phone back into his pocket. Busy people are so impatient, I deemed. But I supposed I wanted to get out of here soon too. The overpowering smell of lavender, or some sort of flower, was starting to make me feel nauseous.

I narrowed my eyes at him, fists at my hips. "You-" Almost forgetting that Akane was in the room. And apparently he did too because we both turned to her at the same time, tensing up as she spoke up.

"Now, Kyoya. You can't be impatient. This is for an important day," Akane lectured gently.

We returned our gaze to each other and his facial expression softened reluctantly with a lot of effort. He placed a(n unneeded) hand onto my waist and eyed the dress for a moment, making me feel rather self conscious.

"I like this one," he muttered with a strained tone.

"Liar, you just want to get this over with," I mumbled. "And you're probably just saying this one because you don't remember anything previously, huh?" Not like he paid attention.

He sighed. "Herbivorous women are so troublesome," he grumbled under his breath. "The first had that way too gigantic flower, the second had weird sleeves, the third had that unnecessary intricate ribbon- …...What?"

He must have stopped because I was probably staring at him with a very stunned expression. Entirely speechless.

He paid attention? Not to mention- he remembered?

I wasn't even sure what to say until Akane laughed softly in the background. I felt my face warming up all of a sudden. "So this one?" I glanced away, unable to look at him in the eyes.

"Hn." And after all these years, I learned to take it as a 'yes'. He let me go and I realized I could finally breathe properly.

"I like that one too," Akane chimed in. "It makes you look absolutely beautiful."

'Thank you," I smiled.

"My! You look stunning!" The employee gushed as she entered the room. "Would you like to look at more, similar to that one-"

"No." Hibari answered for me. Rude.

I gave him a quick glare but I turned to her with a smile. "No thank you. My fiancee means that it's perfect. Thank you." It was his turn to give me a quick glare but I ignored it.

Hibari grumbled something unheard before striding into the changing room, probably wanting nothing more than to get the white tux off of him as soon as possible. He didn't look bad in it though.

"Sakura-chan. You didn't want your company to design you a dress?" Akane asked.

"Hm? Oh. No, it'd probably be too… weird. I like fashion but not like the-next-big-style kind of thing and I'm pretty sure they'd aim for that," I laughed softly.

Only a moment later, he came back out in his usual dark purple dress shirt, black tie, and black slacks.

The Namimori middle ringtone came up and the employees eyed him awkwardly- at least they had another way of looking at him instead of obviously drooling over him. I mean I was his fiancee- but not by love. And if I was- even if I wasn't, that was terribly rude though I didn't really care.

"Hibari," he answered. "...What?" He glanced at the two of us before exiting the store of many white dresses and flowers. Lucky him, being able to breathe.

All the pearls and the jewels, sparkling and glistening under the sunrays that basked the room from the wide windows were making my impending doom seem so much more realistic. At least the soft classical music playing in the background was a bit relaxing. Only a bit.

Akane wheeled herself over to me before grabbing my hand, pulling me closer. "He acts like that but he really does like that dress the most."

"How do you know?" I asked with true curiosity.

She shrugged. "He was on his phone less and eyed that one- you, for quite awhile."

I felt my face warm up and the blush that I discovered on my cheeks when I glanced away accidentally into the mirror was not an effect done on purpose.

As he exited, another person entered and triggered the bell over the entrance- What? What was he doing here?

The guy, wearing a light blue dress shirt tucked in with black jeans, scanned the room for a short moment before his almond brown eyes rested upon me.

"Nanase-san," he smiled sheepishly as he walked closer. "You uh- wow. You look.. You look amazing."

"Thank you..?" I returned an appreciative smile. "Um. Any reason why you're looking for me, Daisuke-kun?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Ah, that's right. M.M asked me to hand the project to you," he muttered as he reached into his bag and pulled out a folder, extending it to me. Emu! What is she trying to do?

I wasn't dense. And so I at least realized that the guy liked me. But it was all too obvious anyways, the compliments and the flirting. Not to mention the many times he asked me out on dates, only for me to friendzone him to the best of my ability.

"Thanks," I spoke after I received the folder and looked through it. She could have given it to me herself. Then again Emu sometimes had… quite some ways with entertaining herself. Even if she wouldn't be there to see it.

"So… You're really getting married, huh?" Daisuke muttered as he ruffled the back of his light brown hair.

"Um. Yeah."

"Y-Your fiancee must be really lucky."

Lucky? I almost scoffed. Hibari would not consider himself lucky to be marrying me.

"And you are?" A voice from behind caught our attention and I almost forgot Akane was there.

The guy's eyes widened for a moment before recollecting himself into a bow. "Hanamura Daisuke," he answered.

"That's a coworker of mine," I added before extended a hand out to introduce her. "This is my soon to be mother in law." Daisuke's lips parted in a small shock.

"I'm Hibari Akane," she stated with a smile yet more threatening than it was warm.

The cladded footsteps drew our attention as Hibari re-entered the school, shoving his phone and his hand into his pocket. His eyes roamed from me over to the male in front of me, lips curving into a frown.

I could tell that Daisuke tensed up a bit, squaring his shoulders immediately under the steely gaze of the taller man. "I-I'm-"

Though a quick glare from Hibari shut him up. "You." His gaze rested upon me before strolling over in quick strides.

"What-" I gasped as he gripped my chin, leaning in swiftly. Instinctively I held my breath as my eyes widened, wondering what-

His breath tickled my ear as he whispered sharpy, "You better get changed or you're going to be wasting more of my time."

"...Okay..?" I muttered as he straightened up, watching me.

"Now," he reinforced, almost like a hiss. I knew he was impatient about things like this. But what was the big rush?

I sighed before turning to Akane and excusing myself.

I felt a lot lighter in my normal clothes without the gigantic wedding gown draped over me. I could actually walk normally now that I'm back into my cream colored lacey dress that was more casual than it would be formal. Semi-formal-ish, I concluded.

Hibari and Akane were standing off to one side once I returned while Daisuke seemed randomly in the middle of the room. No offense, but why was he still here?

"You took your time," Hibari grumbled lowly as he stepped in front of me.

"It was a bit over five minutes," I frowned. My attention shifted over to my very uncomfortable coworker. "Thank you again for the project. And if that was all…?" I murmured to Daisuke who was standing awkwardly, almost blocked by my ever so magnificent view of Hibari who was rudely in between us.

Daisuke's head tilted from behind Hibari. "I… Uh.. If you're not busy after.."

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm not-" But my fiancee's eyes narrowed significantly as he glared at me with a silent death threat. What is his problem?

"Sweetie, Kyoya wants to go eat after," Akane smiled as she placed a hand on mine.

"Is that so?" Why didn't he just say so? "Well then, there you have it Daisuke-kun. Sorry. Did you need me for something else?"

"N-No. W-Well then if you'll excuse me," he stammered before giving quick bows. The poor kid was stuttering more than usual. It must be Hibari's intimidation.

...

"Sit in the front, Sakura," Akane smiled encouragingly as we both awkwardly stood in front of the back doors of the black car.

"Um, but-"

"Don't worry about me. I rather you sit by his side," Akane insisted as she pushed me gently to shotgun. Sitting next to Hibari Kyoya, joy!

...

I realized now that I never really seen Hibari Kyoya drive.

I glanced over to him as he drove, he seemed rather focused- as well he should be. One hand was on the top of the steering wheel while the other supported his head as his elbow was propped up on the window's ledge.

He.. He didn't look so bad from the side profile. I mean- His steel blue eyes interrupted my thoughts as our gaze met.

"E-Eyes on the road!" I muttered before glancing away to the front. I could hear a scoff and from the corner of my eyes, I saw him shaking his head with what seemed to be a small smirk.

The car was silent and it was starting to make me feel a bit fidgety. "Can I… turn on the music?" I muttered.

He glanced over at me for a moment, neutral expression. "Hn."

I leaned in and pressed the biggest button. 'Track 1' appeared after reading and soon the car was engulfed in soft, peaceful piano playing.

My lips parted for a moment. I realized I never really knew what kind of music Hibari listened to...and now that I think of it, I supposed I couldn't really imagine.

But piano music? And… it was actually very, very beautiful. I must of stared very blankly at the radio because it was enough for him to grumble a "what".

"It sounds..really nice," I answered honestly. "I didn't know you listen to piano music."

"Hn." Then again, I didn't know a lot of things about him- still.

A soft laughter from behind was heard and I realized I almost forgot his mother was in the car. "What kind of music did you expect?"

"I'm not sure," I replied truthfully. "I don't know… Namimori middle and high's anthems?"

At that, another laughter was emitted from the woman. "Ah that wouldn't be a shock."

From my right, Hibari scoffed again.

"Is it.. on a different CD?" I dared to ask.

The man stared at me for a few seconds, in which I allowed because the car was stopped at a red light. "Yes," he answered with a raised eyebrow. But of course he saw nothing wrong with that.

"...I see."

I eased more comfortably into my seat, gripping the seat belt for no apparent reason. Just wanted something to hold in my hand. Idly, my eyes trailed down to his which was now one positioned on the gear stick and the other was on the wheel.

Don't couples… stack their hands over each other? Vaguely, I wondered how much larger his hand was than mine.

"What are you doing?"

My lips parted, very much confused as much as he probably was. I didn't really know what I was doing when I absentmindedly reached out and placed a hand on his. "Ah-"

"You don't have to be so reserved around me," Akane pitched in from behind. I started to believe I have a habit of forgetting that she was around.

And now, I feel forced to keep my hand on his. This was starting to feel really uncomfortable. I was unsure what to say, now under two sets of steel blue eyes. His and hers.

I forced my eyes to be fixated to the front as I tried to forget myself in the music. And I supposed it was working.

How long had we been driving for? How much longer? ...

"What's the name of this song?" I asked, turning over only to slightly look at him as I spoke. Only to make it appeared that I was looking at him. Common courtesy, manners.

"Qi," he stated. "By Phildel."

I nodded slowly. I could imagine fingers dancing over one another as it played the song, hands overlapping, skittering down one way before flowing down back the direction it came from.

I made a mental note to myself to find the sheet music for this and to learn it on my spare time. Qi by Phildel.

By the time the song ended, his need to put the car into park had me realizing my hand was still on his. And I quickly retracted my own, feeling rather awkward now- again, I mean. The man got out to open the door for his mother but I knew better than to wait for my own.

...

Twenty minutes wait. Not so bad.

The small giggles in front of us caught my attention as my eyes flitted over to the group of girls whispering, their eyes clearly on Hibari. I frowned at the distastefulness, having never really liked groups of giggly girls.

Without thinking, I stepped closer to my fiancee, only to silence the few. But perhaps a bit too close. "Sorry," I muttered upon bumping into his arm.

His eyes narrowed down towards me as he frowned. "You're a real idiot."

"And now I formally take back my apology," I sighed.

"You've got to be more of an idiot than I thought, bumping into something or someone even when it's not moving."

What's his problem? I made sure to glare at him before taking a step back, giving him the space he treasured so much-

My eyes widened as I crashed into his chest. "What-" In a short moment, his hand circled around my wrist and pulled me into him.

"Tcht," was a low noise I heard from him. I looked up right when he glared down at me with a magnificent scowl. "You are such a pain to take care of."

"No one asked you to," I muttered, still trying to recollect myself. But the faint scent of his cologne was making me a bit dizzy and frankly difficult to clear my mind.

"It would have been even more trouble if you knocked into that waiter," he retorted before letting me go.

It took every ounce of what little pride I had to produce a 'thanks' to the arrogant guy, but I kind of did owe it to him. I tried to remind myself that no matter what he says, sometimes...sometimes he means well. Sometimes. Rarely. But those times did exist.

It was a pretty dimly lit restaurant with each table lit romantically with a candle and a fancy holder in the middle. Figures, for a fancy restaurant. I wasn't sure who picked this place, if it was Akane or Hibari Kyoya but I didn't question it.

The round tables were draped in a beautiful red, the walls were a rich brown with interesting paintings that were nicely framed. There was a black grand piano in the middle upon a stage of other instruments, probably preparing to be played. Though for now, the soft music was classical and I was starting to think today was blessed with nice, tranquil songs.

We were seated in the corner, far from most people as to probably what Hibari demanded from them. But that was fine. I wasn't too fond of eating around people since I always felt uncomfortable in case someone were to be watching me dine.

The food came at an efficient time which was good because there was only small talk between Akane and myself, Hibari of course just sat there and probably frowned at everything but I wouldn't know because I didn't look.

It wasn't until she excused herself from the table to use the restroom that he spoke up.

"I'm leaving out of country next week. For some days."

"What?" I had to actually place my fork down and stop eating to make my tone and reaction portray the correct level of incredulousness.

"It's unavoidable," he frowned and it seemed like he found it even difficult to have said that.

"There were some things that even Hibari Kyoya can't control? Amazing," I pretended to muse out loud but there was some true shock in there somewhere. Business meeting?

The man's steel blue eyes narrowed. "Make yourself useful if possible and actually do a good job on taking care of her."

I had the urge to stab the fork I was holding into the back of his hand. But manners, manners. I didn't entertain the thought that he would only dodge it then murder me for trying. "You don't have to tell me," I grumbled.

"And call me right away if something happens," he demanded.

"Oh don't worry, anata. I'll call you every night," I smiled sweetly. "I can't go a day without hearing your voice." Ugh.

His eye twitched at the sound of 'anata' (dear) or everything else as well, actually. "Don't spoil my food." Mental note to self: do it more often.

"Then don't spoil my mood," I retorted before taking a bite of the steak. And everything at the table fell silent until Akane came back.

"Have some more salad," Akane offered as she pushed the bowl closer to me.

"No thanks, I'm quite full," I gave an apologetic smile.

"You say that now," she teased.

"What do you mean-"

"How is the food?" The waiter interrupted with a smile.

"It's great," replied Akane. I only nodded because I was chewing.

"Is there anything else I can get you? Desserts?"

"Desserts?" I piped up excitedly, a reaction out of my control.

The waiter chuckled and Akane pitched in. "Would you like to see the menu?"

"Yes!- Um…." And then I realized I wasn't the one paying the bill. "It's-"

"A menu then, please," Akane interjected. "You'd buy her desert, wouldn't you?" She smiled towards her son, who was frowning but didn't say anything.

"Then here's the menu," the waiter politely placed one in front of all of us. "Just call me over when you have something decided."

Wow, these are so fancy desserts- Eep! Creme brulee! Oh but the cheesecake sounds good too. But I love creme brulee.

Akane laughed from my side. "See? I told you."

"Um.." What did she mean again?

"You always have room for desserts," she grinned before patting my hand.

I pouted but didn't object. She was right. And I loved desserts, so very much. But… I glanced over to the male on my right of the round table.

He frowned from over the menu as our eyes met. "You seemed like a dog wagging its tail."

My lips parted only for I wasn't sure how to reply to that. Hibari leaned in towards me. "But sure, I don't mind giving a treat to my pet once in awhile." Pet?!

"You're-" Wait. Pride or desserts. Desserts or pride. "Then," I smiled sweetly before waving over the waiter. "I'll take a creme brulee, white chocolate raspberry cheesecake, and…" I continued to grin from the waiter, to Hibari, to the menu, then back at the waiter- "Green tea icecream."

Well I had to make the asshole's money worth it. Right?

I'm kidding. I wasn't the type of person to do so. But desserts came first.

Hibari was watching me as if he couldn't decide whether to frown or smirk from amusement. I supposed he decided to frown first while Akane only laughed.

"I'll have a creme brulee too, please," she chimed.

The waiter nodded as he jotted these things down before turning to Hibari. "And you, sir?"

"No," he answered before giving the waiter his menu as the guy collected all of it. Hibari's attention returned to me. "You know that I don't tolerate wasted food."

"I do know. But you don't know me very well," I challenged. My cute little fiancee only scoffed.

...

At first, he was amused. I was pretty sure. At me still being able to eat more. But only desserts, of course.

"You're…" His lips fell into a straight pressed line, not even bothering to finish the sentence.

"What?" I smiled sweetly. "Would you like some, Kyoya?" I forked a piece of the cheesecake and held it up to him.

His eye twitched before pushing my hand away.

"How cute," Akane chimed. Yes, Kyoya, how cute.

I raised an eyebrow to challenge him, shoving the fork closer. "Say ahhh-" I couldn't help but bursted out in laughter. Oh this is too funny. He gave me this 'I am so going to bite you to death later' look. But even with a purely annoyed expression, furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes, he parted his lips-

...

I forced a rolling of my eyes but placed the piece of cake in his mouth anyways. Though I had to glance away for a second or so.

He frowned as he chewed it reluctantly. "It's too sweet," he grumbled before taking swigs of his sake.

"Is it?" I murmured before forking another piece and eating- And suddenly it didn't taste so great. Mostly because I just realized this was an indirect kiss. I wasn't immature, most of the time anyways, and so it wasn't….. It was just weird.

Apparently he didn't seem to notice or perhaps he didn't seem to care. But I supposed I didn't all that much either so I continued to finish the food.

"Ah, now I'm full," I muttered.

"You finished three," Hibari reminded.

"I can count," I retorted. "Thanks for paying, anata," I grinned, returning a reminder.

"Why don't you two dance?" Oh no.

We both shifted our attention over to the woman. I was starting to become pretty sure that she was enjoying this. But then again, why wouldn't she? She was the one that wanted this anyways, though half heartedly but the whole 'I always thought you two were a good couple' statement still lingered in my mind, unforgotten.

"Um, I don't think…" I looked nervously over to my fiancee.

"All the other couples are dancing," she smiled while my gaze turned to the middle of the restaurant where indeed people were dancing.

"I don't think Kyoya knows how to dance," I mused teasingly for fun. Though actually it was me that didn't know how to dance.

That seemed to have perked his attention. "Wao," he muttered before standing up. Oh how he was so easily convinced if you just say the right thing…...But I realized I made a terrible mistake.

I didn't want to dance. Curse me- Actually curse him. Always getting under my skin, making it hard for me to control what I say and do- But it was my fault.

Now staring at the hand outreached to me that was threatening upon waiting... oh it was really my fault. "Is that so?" His smirk was devious and full of malicious intent.

"Actually, I'm still full-" Yanked. He didn't even give me the time to actually grab his hand- but of course not.

Third Person (Limited) ; Hibari Kyoya

Kyoya smirked as he hauled her over to the dance floor. Clearly it was her who didn't know to dance, written obviously on her face. He, on the other hand, had watched over a lot of gatherings for missions. It wasn't the same as dancing, but he was confident in his ability to mimic.

"W-Wait."

"I'm only proving you wrong," he stated casually before stationing them near the corner of the dance floor, away from the crowd as possible. It was a slow song and people were waltzing.

"I was kidding! Let's just.. go sit back down," she muttered with an awkward smile. Idiot.

But he grabbed her forcefully and the other hand gripped her waist, causing the little herbivore to yelp quietly. Reluctantly, she placed a hand onto his shoulder.

As they stepped, and swayed- and for her, stumbled and muttered incomprehensible things- he realized this wasn't so bad. Well, her embarrassed and blushing expression as she stammered for excuses. It was all very...entertaining, he supposed.

"Where'd all your confidence go?" Hibari scoffed.

"I never said I knew how to dance," she mumbled as she glanced away.

He would have had more fun watching her struggle and be miserable- if she weren't stepping onto his foot every other step. If she weren't stumbling and tripping, he might have assumed she was doing it on purpose.

Though perhaps the strength and weight she put it into it were purposeful. A particular stomp had him growling lowly.

"Sorry," she smiled happily.

That was the thing that he was sure Nanase Sakura was at least capable of doing. The act of getting used to something, understanding it, and getting a hang of it after awhile. And this time? She wasn't. At least on purpose.

Kyoya leaned in towards her ear as they swayed. "I'm going to bite you to death for every time you stomp on my foot."

That made her tense up and straighten up immediately. His threats would never cease to be effective, he thought proudly to himself.

She seemed to be more fluid now and not so much stumbling, especially not trying to murder his foot. "You've suddenly improved," he grunted.

"Sometimes a little encouragement helps," she rolled her eyes. "Remember that one time when I told you that you should run after the track team with your tonfas, yelling threats?"

He scoffed. But Kyoya did remember. It was in the middle years of high school- for her. And he remembered threatening her to do finish the paperwork faster once he saw she was growing lazy. In which it worked and she replied with 'you know, you should really run after the track team while threatening them. You would improve some good times'. He recalled with a threat of 'should I start with you?'.

"I wasn't kidding. You should've done it. Namimori High would have broken a new record," she mumbled but a smile that she was trying to keep under control had him reminscing more than he planned.

He also remembered her being very entertained by the thought of him yelling and running after people on the tracks with tonfas 'like a lunatic'. But then he shut her annoying laughter up quickly right after saying something about how 'your tears are not going to be the result of laughing after I am done biting you to death'.

"Hn," was the last of the conversation for awhile. Instead he closed his eyes for a moment, kind of forgetting where he was. And if he stopped to think about it, he wondered why he was here. Here on some stupid dance floor with an equally dumb woman. Herbivorous girl.

The music lulled to a stop and the movements from both of them came to a halt. Once he opened his eyes, back to the bothersome reality, he found her brown orbs staring into his.

For awhile, for a moment, for some time, he vaguely wondered what they were looking at. What was he really looking at? When looking at her?

Her that became a rather, though unwanted, familiar sight. Her that was the annoying student council president that tried to butt heads with him only to have failed. Her that was sassy and was just waiting to get bitten to death, though her that never really had to experience that- only due to circumstances. Her that bothered him, pestering him until he realized it was too troublesome to keep denying her of treating his wounds.

But he supposed she was the same person he had always looked at. Idiotic little herbivore of a woman.

Her gaze finally broke the contact first as she took a step back. "Um."

But he let her go with not another word and strolled off, not bothering to wait for her to follow though he already knew she was.

The rest of the car ride was pretty silent. From the rear view mirror, he saw that his mother was now leaned against the window and had fallen asleep. It had been a pretty long day probably for her.

For him, a day like this was a break. Well, in a sense. A break as in he wasn't infiltrating areas, finding out information, or biting enemies to death. A break as in he wasn't swamped with paperwork and business factors to go over for the company his father left for him.

But a break not in a sense that he had to spend it with this annoying herbivore. "Can I turn on the music again?"

He glanced over to the pink haired girl, already reaching for the button. So he didn't bother to reply and she pressed it anyways.

His attention remained on the road and sometimes at the speed. It was a highway but he was nearing eighty five mph. He enjoyed driving fast, though he drove safely. Most of the time anyways.

When he wasn't on a mission, when he wasn't on a chase- though never technically a run because Hibari Kyoya doesn't run.

He sighed as he shifted his hand onto the gear shift and the other onto the wheel. But upon remembering the evening, he placed the one hand that was on the shift onto his lap. Hibari wasn't being herbivorous, he reasoned, it was just a stupid memory and one he would not like to repeat. Though he was sure she wouldn't bother, now that mother was asleep.

"And this song?" The girl muttered.

He glanced at the track number on the radio but he knew the song was anyways, it was just out of habit. "The Approaching Night." Does she like these songs that much?

"How appropriate," she mumbled. Kyoya raised an eyebrow as his attention flitted to her for only a short moment, eyes back on the road in the next. Did she mean today, or did she mean…. He frowned.

But nothing preceded the conversation after.

They went through Ambre and also Nuvole Bianche, both in which she asked for the titles, before reaching her apartment. He realized then that they had a pretty far drive.

"Thank you," she replied as she got out and made sure she got everything. "Goodnight, Akane-san," the girl whispered before smiling to the asleep woman and closing the door.

He didn't bother to wait for her to enter her apartment or watch her wave, only driving off as soon as he actually made sure to note that he wouldn't run over her foot.

This was the last time he'll see her annoying face for awhile. Thankfully. Now he was going off to Italy for almost a week. He wondered if she'll still be in one piece by the time he was back. Though he was going off into a more dangerous mission, he still had the higher chances of being in one piece than she was.

Kyoya was now replaying The Approaching Night but he supposed it no longer sounded the same.

A/N: Thanks for reading! And.. Reviews are always appreciated. c:
I've actually been listening to a few piano songs as I wrote this and was probably the reason I inserted it into the chapter. It's become..a really nice playlist actually. You guys should take a look at it if you're interested. :)

Qi - Phidel.
Ambre - Nils Frahm
Nuvole Bianche - Ludovico Einaudi
The Approaching Night - Philip Wesley