[YamaChii] Between Sound and Photographs ~Composition of the Heart~
Title: Between Sound and Photographs ~Composition of the Heart~
Author: Ai no Messeji
Pairings: YamaChii, InooBu, ChiiTaro, YamaJima, HikaNoo
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life
Summary: A photographer who expresses his feelings by capturing moments within his camera lenses and a pianist who speaks to the world with his compositions and music. Both are brothers. Both are full of dreams. Both are content and happy, but one tragic moment changed their lives forever. That one moment, it shattered their dreams, broke their hearts and left them with nothing but the feel of abandonment, loneliness and depression. Well not until-not until fate changed it all and rekindled the once dying flame of life.
Between Sound and Photographs ~Composition of the Heart~
Prologue - From the Pianist’s Eyes
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Thump Dump, Thump Dump…
His heart…
It is beating fast…
Although, whatever he does-breathe in, breathe out, he can’t control it. His palms are perspiring; his body is shivering, trembling and anticipating something-something good, something bad. He doesn’t know. He is just very nervous. But nonetheless if ever he’ll be honest with himself, he shouldn’t be this fidgety and this disarray. After all, this is not the first time that he’ll perform on this stage. Yet still, the expectation, the judgment, the demoralization and the pressure that these people-his fans-his very own critique, brings to him. It’s killing him softly.
God, bless me and my performance.
Please, let them appreciate and hear my heart.
Thump Dump, Thump Dump…
“It is almost my time,” he mused as he watches from the backstage with quivering feet and teary eyes. He just couldn’t stay put. For half an hour or so, he has been looking. More blatantly speaking, staring at those crimson curtains as it slowly open and close for end and introduction. While as he does so, the orchestra-his companion, they all looked at him with encouraging eyes before they started to play Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5, like choir of angels singing and like birds whistling along the green lands.
“Beautiful…” he whispered as he listens, “…so very beautiful.” He gently closed his eyes. It is the perfect tune. Moreover, it is the kind of music he loves. String, Percussion, Wind and Bass- the blending of music are like colors to the ears. Bursting with life, screaming with ignited passion, it was a splendid show-a soul-searing performance and that left people speechless and in awe. Yet, even after that great-play, the crowd is still not satisfied. They still roar for more. They cry for an encore. They cry for his name. They wanted to see him. They wanted to hear his music. And that made his heart beat faster… more in a rush-a fluid rush of fear and excitement.
Thump Dump, Thump Dump…
His heart beating so loud…
Thump Dump, Thump Dump…
“Kei-kun, it’s your turn now.” One of his colleague called out to him and that made him smile, “Un, please, guide me okay? I’ll be counting on everyone,” He bowed at the staffs and his band-mates before he positioned himself on the seat facing his grand piano. Breathing in, breathing out-he slowly closes his eyes and let the spirit of the stage eat his soul. “I’m ready,” he said with confidence, and that made everyone smile at him and started to turn off the lights of the stage for his grand entrance.
Thump Dump… Thump Dump…
It was still.
The once noisy crowd became so quiet.
It is as if they are anticipating and waiting… waiting for him.
Thump Dump…
“It’s time.”
The lights started to turn dim. While the place, it suddenly grew quieter as all went into a state of bliss, before slowly, they heard music. It was slow and alluring and so divine. Yet as the people in the room got captured by a single sound, slowly-like magic, a famous tune started playing. Whilst a spotlight, it suddenly appeared on a beautiful man on the stage, sitting in front of the grand piano as he plays.
“Feel my soul…please, hear my music…” he stared at the crowd with his piercing eyes, before he closed it again, just to feel more, to express more of his feelings to everyone that is here with him now. “…Please everyone, please dear Heavens…hear me…” silent sobs, somber heart aches “…hear my woe and cries for him-” And slowly as he plays more, docile hands stroked each key with precision and love. He has taken his audience within the world of fantasy. Beethoven’s Fur Elise never sounded this heavenly before. It never sounded this heart-shattering and filled with longing. Never has this tune sounded so lonely-never. Not until he played it. “Can you hear this, Hikaru?” he played with his all as tears, broken tears, started to run down like rain into his beautiful face. “Can you?” he questioned to the wind as he keeps on stroking each piece with love and dedication.
Kei, he just wanted this music to reach him.
He just wanted this music to serve as his way back to him.
Because Kei, he just wanted to…
He simply just wanted to…
…be held and be loved by his Hikaru again.
That’s why, every sharp and every flat he plays it with pure perfection. This music…this little call, it’s his dedication. It is his prayer. It is for him-his Hikaru.
“Please wake up, Hikaru…please come back to me soon…”
Thump Dump… Thump Dump…
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…a straight line…
To be continued.
Next Chapter
Chapter 1 - When Angels Fall from Heaven
Author’s Note: I’ve edited this as well. Douzo~