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Odile X Brendan: 1

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Question:

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Characters: Ebaz X Red, for Ebaz.

Summary: I hope you like this, Ebaz! I tried my best.

Fantaisie-Impromptu

Her fingers danced across the keys, wringing an intricate and lively rhythm from the piano. The music soared before coasting back down again, and repeated the motion until it plateaued into a steadier D-flat major. Her ditto, Duplica, was perched on the top of the instrument, twisting in time to the beat.

"What song is that, Ebaz?"

The notes careened off course at the sound of his voice, and she whirled, her fingers flying from the keys. The purple pokemon stopped as well, frowning at being interrupted.

"Oh, Red!" Heat stole onto her face, her dark eyes growing large in surprise. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you." He took off his cap to shake the twigs out his hair, and Pika leapt off his shoulder to join Duplica on top of the piano. The two pokemon smiled at each other in greeting before Duplica transformed into a pikachu, and Pika began tugging at her ears and tail experimentally. "You asked if I wanted to hang out after training today, so I thought I'd let myself in…"

She waved him down, a small smile tugging at her mouth. "No, it's okay, really."

"So what were you playing?" he asked, moving to sit beside her on the piano bench. Her blush intensified at the proximity, and in front of them Pika and Duplica circled each other, their tails wagging.

"Oh, just this piece I'm practicing. It's called 'Fantaisie- Impromptu' by Chopin."

"It was really nice." His lashes hung low over his burgundy eyes, spiderwebs of black against the red. "Can you play more of it?"

She blinked, thrown off course. "Sure." Rolling her shoulders, she turned back to the piano, her hands hovering above the keys. Then she repeated the beginning tempo, the notes bouncing off the walls at dizzying speeds.

"That's amazing." He had one hand cupping his chin as he watched her. "How do you play so well?"

"It's really not such a big deal." She offered him a pleased, sheepish smile. "It just takes some practice."

He gazed at her for a moment in quiet. "Can you teach me?"

Again, the notes went sour in reaction to her surprise. "Um…"

"Come on," he coaxed, flashing her a crooked grin. "I'll be a good student."

Her face flamed all over again. "I-I don't know if I'll be a good teacher…"

"Yes, you will," he said with certainty.

"Alright," she sighed. Pika leaned over to take Red's cap between his teeth and darted off with it, Duplica in hot pursuit. "To make it easier, I'll teach you the ending. First, put your fingers there." She pointed.

His forehead crumpled. "Where?"

"Um…there." Hesitantly, she reached over, guiding his fingers to the right keys. "Press down."

He did.

"Now, move your hands over to this side." To get a better angle, she stood to move behind him, leaning over his shoulder to steer his hands. His hair brushed against her cheek. "Press down again. Good. Now, repeat those notes until you think you've got them."

The two pokemon stopped passing Red's hat back and forth, and looked over at their trainers. Duplica made kissing noises, and Pika nodded with a snicker.

"Okay." Ebaz's hand was shaking intensely over his, blood boiling under her skin. "Next, play this key here while still pressing down on this other one…"

After a few minutes of practicing, he managed to complete the short section without flaw, and she cheered. "I told you all it took was some practice," she said with a smile, summoning enough courage to squeeze his hand lightly.

He turned his head to face her, claret eyes staring into dark brown ones. She froze, her arms still around his, their lips millimetres apart. "Ebaz?"

"Yes?" Her voice came out high-pitched.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You're a great teacher." His arm snaked around her, and the next thing she knew she was sitting down beside him, pressed into his side. "Can you play the song again for me?"

She tilted her head up to stare at him, her cheeks hot to the touch as she tried not to get lost in his eyes.

Then, ignoring the suggestive noises their pokemon were making, she gladly did.