"Yes, your Majesty. I'll inform the others ( Read more... )

Among a crowd of commoners, a certain young man stands there. He's leaning against a wall as he has his eyes closed. His hands are motioning as if playing a piano in his mind. Anyone who came near him would probably hear the melody as well. If there was magic, to it, there was little. No, it was just a melody.

Yes, Zoisite was performing his mental ( Read more... )

Strangely, guitar music fills the nexus. It's from a studio much like that of the past life, and yet it's not of the past life. It isn't of the Dark Kingdom either. If one were to enter the room further to find the source of the music, they would see a familiar white-haired man sitting in a chair. He has a normal acoustic guitar in his hands, ( Read more... )

Zoisite gazed at the thirteenth essay about the the philosopher of the students' choosing. He dropped the data PADD on his desk and rubbed his eyes. He was tired, still had at least 20 more essays to grade as well as making sure that he had everything ready for the next test which would be in about three classes. It was a lot to do in a little time ( Read more... )

The door to the room slid open automatically. Zoisite, clad in a dark grey uniform enters the room. A data PADD is in his hand, he walks over to his desk and sits down. He presses a few things on a nearby screen and a bit of soft music begins to play. As starts to work on the PADD with one hand, the other seems to be playing an unseen piano, as if ( Read more... )

The air sizzles and crackles around Kino Makoto, raising a steady noise. There's a sharp crack ( Read more... )

In a room there is piano being played. It's a calm piece, quiet but distinct none the less. The one playing the music is none other than Zoisite. As the song moves forward he can feel every note within him, every chord made. It's as if he's been drawn into the music, every measure and bar filled with a magical sense of emotion and presence ( Read more... )