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Fingers; poised on the fingerboard of a violin, moving effortlessly. Moving up and down the neck of the violin with ease; caressing each and every string. Delicate hands holding the bow lightly and lovingly, as if it were a beloved’s cheek. Moving back and forth effortlessly, to fill ones ears with a melody of found love. Eyes close, lips slightly turned up, and brows furrowed. His head moved side to side following the flow of the music. It all looked serene, like he was in his own world. Just him, the music and his violin. It was mesmerizing.
Across from the violinist sat a cellist completely hypnotized by those perfect long fingers. He watched as his fingers moved lightly, moving back and forth quickly. It was all he watched. Those beautiful hands. So infatuated by those hands he hadn’t even noticed that he missed his cue to start playing. Having to wait until the next measure to catch on, luckily no one noticed. Yet he kept staring at those hands. He was glad that the violinist played with his eyes closed. It meant he could stare at those hands without getting caught. None of the other orchestra members noticed his staring, too focused on the music in front of them or at the conductor to look around. Sousuke Yamazaki, cellist for the Free Orchestra had a slight problem. That problem being Makoto Tachibana, the violinist with the hypnotic hands that sat across from him.
It had been a month since he joined the orchestra and every day he grew more infatuated by Makoto’s hands. The way his music sounded caring and enveloped you with love. A whole month and he hasn’t even said hello to him. Just staring, like the creepy fool he is. But today was the day he would at least make eye contact. Baby steps, Sousuke. However how things are now Sousuke doesn’t think he’ll be making eye contact. Makoto almost always plays with his eyes closed and when his eyes aren’t closed he’s looking at the conductor. Never looks at the other sections of the orchestra. When practice is over Makoto puts away his violin and walks straight to the piano, where his best friend is seated. An exasperated sigh leaves Sousuke's mouth; this is going to be a lot harder than he thought. As he is packing up his cello, his best friend Rin walks up to him with a smirk on his face and his flute case in hand.
“So any progress yet or are you still staring at him like a stalker?” Rin asked in a mocking voice.
Sousuke frowned and looked away. “No.”
“Really man this is getting ridiculous, just go up to him and say hi like a normal person.”
Sousuke rolled his eyes in response. Rin makes it sounds so easy. It’s not. They have nothing in common except for the fact they both play string instruments. And anyways all he knows about him is his name and that he has gorgeous hands. He might blurt out something about how pretty his hands are and sound like a total and complete idiot. He refused to let that happen. His eyes glance up towards the piano and watch as Makoto leaves with the pianist and some other musicians.
“Aaaand there goes your chance, again. So what are you going to do since you won’t just talk to the guy?” Rin asked as he watched the group leave the room.
“Nothing, keep staring I guess.”
“You’re fucking creepy.” Rin says walking away.
Sousuke looks down as he shuts his case closed. He knows he’s an idiot. He knows it just so much simpler to just go up to him but he can’t bring himself to do it. So he waits until next practice to try again.
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Day two of Sousuke’s not so brilliant plan to do nothing but stare at Makoto, in hopes of making eye contact. The orchestra is chatting while they tune their instruments and pull out their sheet music for the day. Sousuke is tuning his cello but still stealing glances at Makoto while he tunes his violin and adjusts the chinrest. Makoto's eyes never once looking up. Sousuke thought that by sitting in the front of the cello section, right across from the first violins Makoto was bound to make eye contact. But it never happened and he was getting impatient and frustrated. His thoughts were interrupted by the conductors tapping to ready their instruments. Sousuke’s frown only got deeper knowing that once Makoto started playing he’d never look up.
The conductor raised his baton and started the piece, the flutes went first. Rin leading them, with a soft airy melody. Following the flutes entered the rest of the wind instruments, followed by the brass. Next would be the strings, coming in all at once. But Sousuke was so distracted by the way Makoto delicately placed the violin between his chin and shoulder that Sousuke's bow slipped from his hand and dragged across the strings creating a deep screeching sound that made everyone stop abruptly. Sousuke finally got what he wanted, in the worst possible way. Makoto looked up to the origin of the screech and locked eyes with Sousuke. Sousuke had never noticed how green his eyes were until now. He noticed how they shone like an emerald in the sun, the picture of spring in those green eyes. He was so lost in those eyes that a fellow cellist had to nudge his arm for him to pry his eyes away to look at the conductor who looked at him with a confused look.
“Something wrong Yamazaki?”
“No sir.”
“Good, then pay attention and play correctly.”
“Yes sir.”
Sousuke could hear snickers from different sections but none of that mattered because he finally locked eyes with Makoto. Looking away from the conductor to his music he could feel a pair of eyes on him. He looked up and his teal eyes met again with green ones. Makoto was still looking at him, with those spring filled eyes. Sousuke felt a slight blush flush his face but he didn’t break eye contact. That is until Makoto smiled at him and Sousuke’s heart could’ve stopped in that moment. He looked away quickly and jumped back into the music. Glancing up he saw that for the first time since joining the orchestra Makoto Tachibana had his eyes open and focused towards Sousuke.