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Your hand firmly holding a pen, pressing the ink on the notebook. The sound of the pen grazing against the thin paper floating beside your ears accompanied by the loud noise of baseball hitting bats coming from the outside.
Reverberating against the stall walls and engulfing the whole facility. The windows with no curtains let through the sun rays shining bright upon the earth and piercing the heavens, sunbathing your skin as you sat close to them, caressed by the warmth emanating from the glass.
The repeated vibrations of the paper being marked stops abruptly as you were done writing down the stuff you needed. The empty room filled itself with your heavy and long sigh, emptying your lungs and blowing air on the notebook beneath you, relieved to have gotten this done before the end of the hour.
Picking up your phone hastily to look at the time, only for your eyelids to soften upon realizing how much time you had left. You had the entire classroom just for yourself so you thought that maybe you could kill some time.
Time that passed at a leisurely pace.
You look up and glance at the Grand Piano laying before your eyes. It’s black and plain color was appealing as it fit well with the entire room of brown color, decorated with bookcases that held novels from the 90’s and many detective stories that you had already examined thoughtfully.
Eyeing one last time your notebook, your eyes then deviates onto the other instruments, especially on the one you started learning not long ago; Violin.
You were never a violinist, nor did you ever think of becoming one as you were already a pianist with great potential. You get up and stand erect, your body brushing past the the many tables placed orderly in the room to reach the object that you covet.
“Might as well start giving it a try…”
You were sure to not get disturbed during your improvised practice session as it was still lunch time for most of your classmates. You pick up the wooden light instrument as well with the bow, tucking the bottom of the violin on your left clavicle while your fingers envelopes the thin strings, readying yourself to play as the bow lied in your other hand.
You start brushing the strings with the bow, a certain melody in mind, you mind strewn with what you recently learned as the sounds coming from the brushed threads were soft. Trying to accent them into a more harmonious tone, your eyes shut as rhythm starts flowing all over your body, letting it sink into sea of inspiration and resonance.
Although, it practically sounded alike the music you tried to hit, something was definitely off and you noticed it. A problem surfaced, you were alone, no one was there to guide you and tell you what you were doing wrong, leaving you in the cold of being incapable of fixing your wrong doings and thus, irritating yourself at the wrong notes.
Opening your sealed eyes to catch a note spreadsheet and display it on the stand.
Taking steps back to snap into composure, standing straight determined to at least get one thing done within the thirty minutes left of your free time. The bow back on the violin strings, brushing it back more carefully as you follow the music notes.
The melody continues smoothly, this time more appealing to your liking, a minute burns and your rhythm dies down, struggling bits with the placement of your fingers on the instrument. Your attention glides on it, your surroundings becoming unknown to your ears and brain as you focused solely on the light violin laying on your clavicle.
Taking a moment to realize that something had intruded your space, on your right arm, an unpleasant feeling you could unfortunately distinguish well because of your fear for these creatures. The feeling of a eight legged critter crawling on your clear and soft skin made goosebumps grow on it.
A gasp escaped your throat through your sealed lips, turning your head to your right, ready to confirm your suspicions and fight it off of you.
Your eyes widen as you were stopped in your momentum, the unpleasant feeling had vanished as you met with amethyst colored orbs, starring deep at your soul. Above your shoulder, her nose almost touching yours as a grin rides up her lips. The spider you thought was crawling on your arm was only her fingertips you failed to discern.
“I hear you’re hitting the wrong notes Y/N.” she announces, breaking the ice that formed during the awkward silence. Her voice near your ear sounded heavenly, softening your tensed up body from the fear, your lips part and you finally manage to gather your guts to answer.
“K-Kafka… you scared me…” You retort while slowly getting both the bow and violin down, turning to her and scanning her face.
“Oh now, did I?” She chuckles in her breath, smiling heartily at you flushed, the blood rushing beneath your flesh had made its way up to your face and flame it up. “I knocked first, but you probably didn’t hear me.”
Your body slightly jolts at her words and your eyes deviates from her face as if to hide your visible embarrassment.
“Yeah, It’s my bad, I was too focused” You say, still avoiding eye contact with her, shamefully.
“It’s fine, I’m so happy I got you interested in my favorite instrument!” Leaning her body down to force your eyes on her, the smirk on her face gets wider after you start staring back at her.
“I’m not able to be as good as you tho, It’s a bit… complicated.” Answering with ease, complimenting her as you recall the many times she played for you, and how good it sounded.
“Hey, don’t go and drag yourself down like this, you were doing good so far and besides…” Closing the distance between her and you, her right hand slides down to meet yours, her warm touch soothe your skin as the feeling feels pleasant, walking behind you and raising your hand up. “…I can teach you one or two things.”
You let your arms get controlled by Kafka who easily managed to get you back into posture. Her head lands on your right shoulder as her fingers caresses yours on the instrument. The birds’ singing echoes through the walls before disrupted by the sound of the bow brushing the strings of the violin, you let yourself getting guided by her. Her hand enveloping the hand holding the bow entirely, as if she was the one holding it.
You start to sink in her flow, caught into her rhythm, both of your bodies start to move in sync, dancing with her… No, more like a valse, a smooth and balanced valse. The music overflows, setting a weight upon your eyelid as they shut, sealing your eyes and lips, all you could do now was waltz and perform with her in the empty room as the notes chased each other. Your fingers on the top strings were matching perfectly with Kafka’s brushes on the bottom row, making a perfect duo.
After a brief moment of pleasant melody ringing in your ears, it reached an end. Playing a whole piece of charming song with the red wine hair colored girl allowed you to cool down the pressure and lift your confidence up.
“See, you’re doing great!” Her energetic voice creeps up to your ears, an unbidden smile tugs on your lips as you liked those kind words. As she was about to propose you something, your bodies part ways, separating yourself from her, you turn around and watch her lips move.
“We should play together but… in another way”
“What do you mean?” You inquire inquisitively as you were all ears to hear her idea.
“You’re more of a Pianist Y/N, right?” You nod, “We still have some time left, why don’t we try to play a small thing together?” she smiles heartily at you as you hand the violin and the bow to her gently.
“…I’m in.” you retort assured, the piano was an instrument you were much more familiar and comfortable with, bold enough to assume you’d have no problems following along with Kafka’s violin.
She give back a smile before you head to the black piano you had your eyes on for the past hour. Sitting at it, you let out a harsh breath fly from your mouth, your fingers on top of the keys, ready and eager to press on them. Followed your the soothing sound of a key being pressed, your eyelids feels heavy, slowly falling to a closure, your fingers all follow after each other to start the melody.
Kafka’s eyes were locked on you, patiently waiting for the right timing to get in the rhythm alongside you. She was lost in your passionate devotion for the instrument you were playing, lost in how it felt like you were connected to the core of the piano as you continue to play.
She gets back her lost composure, the bow ready to brush the strings and so it did. You two played well an amazing melody as the piano keys rings perfectly with the noise of her violin. So much into the same rhythm, Kafka starts to find her joy, she starts to valse around, getting closer to where you sat, her dancing was slow but wistful, alone with only the music surrounding her and alone with you.
Her eyes hasn’t stopped waltzing on you, you could feel it through the darkness engulfing your eyes, through the music that loudly played in the lonely room.
You’ve never had thoughts that controlled you till today. “Keep playing and amaze her.”, your body instinctively obeyed to your mind, something was different about you playing today.
You were always skilled at it, but today felt different, not in a bad way, you thought. Kafka was already loving playing alongside you even if it was only the first time, so much that she’d even make you her partner, forging a deeper bond with you through the melody that flowed in you two’s ears.
“Open your eyes, Darling”, she spoke, piercing amidst the thoughts and your soul, you opened your pretty eyes to a blithely waltzing red wine colored hair girl.
“Get a glimpse of me before we end this tune.” a smile tugging on her lips as she locks sights with you, almost making you lose your focus as her orbs were beautiful. Losing to her pink glistened lips and light red and pink eyes, nothing else mattered.
The final press and the final brush were pushed, the melody stopped and the sound of the tears from the clouds took over.
You intensely gazed upon each other, scrutinized each other’s facial characteristics before Kafka broke the eye contact, dropping the Violin and the bow to the side, she walks towards you.
“Oh dear, we can’t end this here now…” She mentioned the end of your precious time together, it was about time the bell starts ringing and all the other students stepping in.
She lay her hands to you, inviting you somewhere.
“Kafka… I promised March 7th to stay until-“
She abruptly cuts you off, her finger on your lips, she bends over to your level.
“-You won’t remember a thing but me after this Y/N, come with me, and forget about what you supposedly promised her.” Her face getting closer to yours, she could tell how flustered you were.
Face turning bring red, your eyes darts to the clock before they soften, looking back at her, you take her hand and stand up.
“Let’s just get back before six~ wooaaah~” Kakfka pulls on your weight, getting you up as she starts to run hand in hand with you, out of the class as the bell finally rang as it should’ve.
You two run through the entire facility, reaching out for the exit, you brush past the other students and Himeko had seen you from above the stairs.
“Hmpf, well… let them have some fun~” she purrs before turning back.
The rain soaking you both, she continues to run, both skipping school but didn’t have the time to care for this. Your bodies kiss the crowded street, you get pass the mass and she slows down the pace as you kept calling out her name, confused as to where she was taking you.
“Y’know Y/N, you gotta learn to have some fun.” She spoke through the whispers of the rain.
“Then…” Your hand tightened around hers and her lips parted ways as she was surprised.
“…teach me how to.” The rain kept pouring down on the land, both of your visages were wet and her hair was falling before her face, hair strings in beautiful wave forms.
No words comes out of her mouth, she simply turns to you wearing a relieved expression, she takes few steps to close the distance between her and you. Your eyes widen as it was not what you were expecting, her lips against yours felt soft, wet still because of the rain, she doesn’t let go of your hand as you do the same, kissing underneath the unsatisfying weather that left a melancholic feeling in your stomach.
“You just have to ask.” She parts ways with your lips to speak, dragging you again in her direction, walking through the crowd.
“Let’s go catch an umbrella then, shall we?” You ask, an honest grin on your face after the kiss felt like lifting a weight off of your shoulders.
You then share the umbrella with the gorgeous girl besides you, walking in the rain like lovers coming back from an honeymoon. You enjoy the clicking of the raindrops against the fabric of the umbrella as you walk in rhythm with the one who made you forget about everything else.