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As rin stands, he’s surrounded by a vast, clear, land. It seems as if he’s in a different realm. The floor so reflective it could be a mirror, the sky not blue, but a beautiful light sunset. This is Rin’s realm after laying his eyes upon the other boy who’s meters away from him. He gazes from afar, his attention struck because of the boy. He recognizes the boy, it’s… Isagi. Rin stares mesmerized.
Isagi is on a stage. He’s sitting at a piano, his back slightly arched and his neck tilted as he stares down at the notes. His fingers press and glide with grace. The notes he presses make a wonderful tune that could capture a crowd the size of 4 theater rooms.
Unbeknownst to Isagi, Rin is in the huge practice room with him. He’s too enveloped in perfection and accuracy to notice. The notes echo throughout the room, bouncing off the walls. Rin finds this very calming. It seems like forever that Rin stays in the practice room with Isagi, simply watching him play. The music eventually makes him dreary. He sits down. His eyes start to close and sleep takes over him.
When he wakes up, he finds a sticky note on his arm. He hastily looks up, Isagi is gone. It's like the wind. He passes through and leaves, the only trace of him being the empty piano.
Rin stands up. He leaves the room feeling disappointed; missing the captivating music and the boys' relaxing atmosphere.