[Thread] Melody of Friendship

[dark_friendship]

Characters: Ishida Yamato, OPEN
Where: The park
When: Afternoon
Summary: Yamato's feeling kind of down, so like he always does, he's decided to express it with his music.
Warnings: None, except for sad harmonica music played very well.

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[ned_piemaker]

As his days in this place stretched on, the Piemaker was becoming more and more depressed by increments.

He missed Chuck. He missed Digby. He missed his comfortable little life solving crime and selling baked goods. It was not that he had not made friends here, but he couldn't seem to settle in. Not without one single thing about the place that he could love.

So when he heard the music it seemed to tug him forward by an invisible thread in his chest, drawing him through the snowy park and to its source. When Ned came into view of the boy playing the harmonica he said nothing, just listening. Red-cheeked from the cold with his arms crossed over his chest, he allowed himself to listen and brood.

[dark_friendship]

Yamato glanced up when he caught sight of someone moving in his vicinity. The person wasn't the first or the last to cross his line of sight, but this one stuck around, unlike most of the others. He nodded again; his usual response when someone he didn't know stopped to listen, and played more.

Guess it's just not most people's day today. Usually people seemed to be drawn to his sadder music when they were feeling down. Too bad the harmonica wasn't always suited to playing happier things. Oh, well. If he wanted to meet happy people, he would be out here with his guitar instead.

[ned_piemaker]

When Yamato finished that next song, the Piemaker plucked up his voice to speak in the interval of silence.

"You're very good at that." His voice was a little cracked from the cold, but he sounded quite genuine. He took a few steps closer, tightening his scarf. "Who taught you?"

[dark_friendship]

"My dad, when I was little." Before the divorce, before everything had begun to fall apart with the Ishida family, then. "After that, I picked up a lot of it on my own." Piemon had helped him some, but mostly by encouraging him not to stop practicing. It was those memories that had encouraged Yamato not to give up on the Digimon. There had been something good in there back then...now he knew about it more certainly.

[ned_piemaker]

The Piemaker shivered involuntarily, a flicker of a frown touching his face, as it always did when fathers came up in conversation. He covered it quickly, clearing his throat and introducing himself, "I'm Ned, by the way."

Ned had always had a special appreciation for people who were good at subjects where he had no aptitude. People who had a lot of friends, people who fit in, people who knew more than one language, people who played musical instruments, etc. At the Longborough school for boys, choir was required - except for Ned. He had been so tone-deaf that the director had strongly recommended he stop coming.

[dark_friendship]

"Yamato." Yamato had seen that quick moment of a frown, but chose not to say anything about it. He doubted it was his business at all. "Ishida Yamato."

[ned_piemaker]

"Hi," Ned said again, waving one gloved hand in greeting before stuffing it into his pocket again. He scuffed one foot in the snow, trying to think of something more to say. There were the usual stock questions, of course - how long have you been here, what was your world like, how on earth are we going to get away - but they seemed to stop up in his throat. What good did it do getting to know people very well, when all he wanted was to leave.

With an awkward sort of half-shrug, the Piemaker began on his way again, leaving the boy to his music.