Morg: Heyo! This title was submitted by KyGazer! Enjoy!

~The Boy of the Violin~

Amu looked over the fire towards the other section of the camp. There was a boy amongst the older people. He didn't look to be too much older than she was. Amu wanted to talk to him but she knew that she wouldn't be allowed to.

"What are you looking at, girl?"

Snapping her eyes back, Amu looked up at the man before her. He wasn't someone that she knew all that well. He was just an elder within her own camp. One that passed down his knowledge to the younger people. "No one, sir."

Grunting, the old man looked to where she'd been looking before letting out a sigh. "You know that you'll never even talk to that boy, don't you? It is only once a year that our two groups even mingles. He's a boy of the Violin. You're a girl of the Dance. You don't belong together."

Amu decided that the best thing for her to do was to say nothing. A lecture like the one that she knew was hanging off the old man's lips could last for hours. They weren't allowed to mingle. Those that played music and those that danced to it. They weren't allowed to mingle and so she never would get to talk to the boy with the blue hair.

Slipping away from the fireside without the elder noticing, Amu made her way towards her wagon. It was one that she shared with her parents still. Though within a year or so she'd be old enough to get her own.

She was almost there when someone tugged on her wrist and pulled her off to the side. Looking up after she stumbled, Amu found herself connecting her eyes with a pair of dark blue ones. "It's you!"

Her words were whispered and he was thankful for that. Sneaking into this area of camp was dangerous. "My name is Ikuto. I would very much like to play for you."

Amu felt her cheeks heat up. Those words were ancient. Ancient in the way that there was an old tale that everyone knew but no one spoke about. There once was a girl that danced so beautifully. But no one was able to play the music for her. She always danced without it. Then she met a man. One that was equally handsome and a wonderful player, but he wouldn't allow for anyone to dance while he played. He was too good for just anyone. They met. He played and she danced and they fell in love. But their love was forbidden. In order to be together, they were forced to leave their groups. Never to play or dance again.

Swallowing hard, Amu looked away before looking back at the boy. He was the one she'd been watching before she was caught. It was obvious now that he'd been watching her, too. "I would love to dance for you."

Smiling, Ikuto leaned down to kiss the girl before him. She was beautiful and he knew that he would always love her. "There's a but in your words though you have not said it yet."

Amu felt hot. One kiss from Ikuto and her neck was redder than her cheeks. "I am not yet old enough to leave my parents. I have one year left with them before I am able to make my own path."

Groaning, Ikuto touched his head to hers. "Then in one year. In one year our two groups will meet again. I will be waiting for you in one year."

Amu could hardly believe it. She was kissed once more before he snuck back out of their side of camp and into his own. She watched him go. A year was a long time. It was plenty of time for him to change his mind, but Amu knew.

In one year, she would come back to this place and take his hand. He would play and she would dance and then they would leave their groups together to form their own.

A year was a long time, but Amu knew that it wouldn't last forever. And she was very much looking forward to the end of it.

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Morg: Think of your own ending for this one! I believe that Ikuto would definitely be waiting for her!

P.S. I picture this set in like the 1700s. Back in the renaissance period!