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[bielynozhshliub]

The concert had been a blasting success, the fans were delirious and satisfied, if not wanting more. Although most of their focus were usually on the lead singer, and perhaps the other guitarist, rather than on him, the bassist. But Nikita didn't mind not being in the spotlight, preferring to contribute in other ways possible, and leave it all to

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[theheartofmusic]

She'd heard his voice and had been impressed. His bass guitar had sung loud and clear throughout each performance, and when he'd taken the microphone to sing, Madoka found herself drawn to his music.

Perhaps one would be surprised to see that a blind, world-famous violinist would be interested in rock music. However, Madoka, despite a preference for classical music, was also a child of music in itself. As a performer for the music festival, she'd enjoyed herself not just on stage but off it as well. She loved all of its forms, and had come to praise Nikita for his prowess, both on bass guitar and on vocals.

The sightless girl made her way backstage, aided by her faithful guide dog, Mozart. When she felt that she was near him, Mozart sat down and let out a bark. She tapped Nikita's shoulder (at least she assumed that that's what it was) and gave him a smile.

"Hello," she said. She didn't expect that he would recognize her--she was modest about her own fame.

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita was immensely surprised by the sight of a dog, and especially more when he recognised Madoka as he turned around. "Madoka." Her name was said in a low whisper, a little in amazement to be greeted by the young lady.

Otawa Madoka. Famous in her own ways, her musical talents in the violin that tugged on his heartstrings, mournful sometimes yet powerful and filled with a kind of emotions that often brought tears to his eyes whenever he heard her play.

He admired her greatly, in her skill and determination to not allow herself to be weighed down by her disability. "Hello." Nikita greeted back properly this time, and even if she couldn't see his smile, he was certain she was able to hear it in his voice. "And you too, Mozart." He bend down slightly to give the dog a pat on its head.

[theheartofmusic]

Mozart barked happily and wagged his tail, while Madoka laughed and sank down into a curtsy, greeting him properly. In truth, she was surprised that he knew her name--she really thought he wouldn't be interested in her music! But then, she knew his as well . . . she supposed it was only fair.

"Good evening," she said, smiling up at him. She could hear his own smile in his words, and she was glad. "I came to congratulate you on your performance," Madoka continued, linking her hands before her. "I thought that you sounded wonderful tonight, not just on base but also when you sang. You have a very nice voice." She blushed, obviously still remembering his song and pleased by it.

"I hope to listen to you more sometime," Madoka concluded earnestly, her cheeks flushed all the while.

[bielynozhshliub]

His interest in violin was partly due to his older sister, who occasionally played it when he was younger, though not as often these days. Besides, he did enjoy her pieces and would find the chance to attend any of her performances whenever he could.

Getting compliments was something Nikita had been used to, thrown at him by the many female fans who clamoured around him when he was on stage, professing their undying love for him. But to be complimented by Madoka was something else entirely, and he wasn't sure why it affected him so. "Ah... Thank you." He nearly dropped his bass guitar at her honest words. "I do not have a nice voice. Only sung what I felt."

He caught the colour on her cheeks, and suddenly felt awkward about it. Nikita wasn't entirely accustomed to be on the receiving end of praises and affections, all the more when he thought he didn't deserve it. "I do not know when I will sing again." He admitted honestly; tonight was just a special treat, an exception for him.

[theheartofmusic]

Perhaps it was because she knew and understood music--felt what it was like to have it come from one's heart and soul. That was why her praise meant so much--because it came from someone who understood. Maybe some girls looked at him because he was handsome. Maybe some girls appreciated his music for the catchy and edgy melodies. That wasn't to say that they didn't fathom his music, but . . . Madoka knew that music was an extension of one's self, and she felt privileged to have heard him so intimately

[bielynozhshliub]

Probably because it was Madoka that it made the difference, to have his songs appreciated by someone such as her. Nikita knew what it was like, as performing artists who put their all into their music, and to pour their soul and heart out for all to hear. It wasn't easy to put himself in that position, but the moment he sang was also the definite point when he was able to let loose and allow his music to do the talking.

"I will." He replied as he chuckled softly at Mozart's antics, giving the dog the much needed attention as he knelt and scratched the back of his ears. Dogs were one of his favourite, again because his older sister had them when they were kids. Her words snapped him out of his daze as he looked up at her, his hand pausing as he stood back up and blinked at her.

Nikita glanced toward where his band mates were still busy with the fans, half wondering if he should let them know his whereabouts, but then decided against it as he returned his attention back at her. "Tea would be good, da. I know of a good shop here."

[theheartofmusic]

Mozart panted happily, circling around and allowing the bassist to scratch his ears, very pleased with the attention. Madoka laughed softly, listening to the dog's happy barks and the thump of his tail against the floor. "He likes you," she said with a quiet peal of laughter, her eyes crinkling with mirth. Mozart was a friendly dog, but he was also a good judge of character, and if he was comfortable, so was she.

She nodded, blushing with delight as he agreed to her invitation. "I'm glad," she said, linking her hands in front of her and giving him a radiant smile. "Ah, in that case . . . lead the way."

She reached over to touch her hand to Mozart's harness, and moved to slip her other hand into his.

[bielynozhshliub]

Mozart was definitely a good and loyal dog, and Nikita was certain that the cheerful dog had served his master well thus far, especially with how pleased Madoka was when Mozart was around by her side. He could hear it in her laughter, her voice sounding so sweet to his ears, soothing and uplifting for the soul

[theheartofmusic]

Madoka felt the shift of his hand as his fingers tightened around her own, and she gave him a smile, her cheeks also growing rosier with each passing moment. She could feel how strong and protective he was--that was something that she hadn't known about him before. But then, it seemed that Nikita always preferred to keep to himself when it came to the public eye. Madoka herself had never really experienced what it was like to be surrounded by hoards of screaming fans--with that in consideration, she understood the need for privacy.

She stepped closer to him, her hand clasped firmly in his, her shoulder brushing against his arm as Nikita and Mozart both led her along. She could feel them moving through the hallways, and then out into open air, to a shop where they could have some tea together.

"Thank you," Madoka murmured, following his advice as he guided her along. He felt solid and warm beside her . . . she blushed again, breathing in the scent of him. "You're very kind, Nikita-san."

Stopping, she reached out to touch his face.

[bielynozhshliub]

There were many sides to Nikita that he wasn't yet ready to reveal to Madoka, his darker and more violent past, his one-sided and obsessive affection for his older sister; all those he preferred to be kept within him, buried in the deepest depths of his heart. He rather be viewed in a good light in front of Madoka, to at least show a side of himself that was rarely revealed.

However, all those he brushed aside as he stayed close by her, keeping watch over each and every steps. He tried to ignore the occasional touch of their shoulders, concentrating instead on making sure that they were well hidden from the prying eyes of the fans, lest they were spotted and ruin all the plans.

Nikita only made a sound of understanding, grunting softly in place of You are welcome. Though the moment when she touched his face, he couldn't help but suck in a quick breath, startled by her her sudden gesture. "Mado...ka."

A pause. "...is there... something you need?" His own voice sounded uncertain, confusion barely kept below.

[theheartofmusic]

Frankly, Madoka didn't care whatever he had done in his past. Mozart liked him, and his music spoke more deeply to her than he could have imagined, telling her that he was a good man. She had spent more than ample time with criminals and fugitives of the law, and she knew that not all of them were as evil as the law portrayed them to be. Perhaps that was one of the good things about being blind--the world couldn't be black and white.

She had to reach up high to touch his cheek, and she could feel his breath wafting across her fingertips, his confusion resonating through her. "I just want to 'see' you," she whispered, the very pads of her fingertips brushing across his cheek, the curve of his nose, his lips. This was how she "saw" him, recognizing his features and imprinting it into memory.

"Now I know how you look," she murmured, smiling up at him. "Elegant and handsome."

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita had no idea how it was like to be blind, and was quite sure that it wouldn't feel the same between those naturally sightless and artificially with his eyes covered or to that sense. Which was why he believed that Madoka had a kind of sixth sense to her, to be able to 'see' matters beyond the naked eye, to view the world from a different perspective

[theheartofmusic]

She felt everything--the smoothness of his skin and the quiver of his breathing as he held still for her, her fingers smoothing over his face. She smiled to herself, slipping her hand back into his. She was now certain that he was blushing too. Many people were flustered when she chose to "look" at them that way, but this was different. She didn't touch just to see. She touched because she wanted to feel closer to him

[bielynozhshliub]

He made a sound of agreement as he guide them to an empty table, Mozart leading the way while he made sure she sat down properly. Indeed this shop was a nice place, with the many types of tea that should suit Madoka just fine. It was a small quaint little place, mostly unknown to others but a few people.

Nikita blinked for a moment when Madoka still held onto his arm, and was going to untangle himself from her to take the seat opposite her when she spoke up. He hesitate for a moment, but then decided that they wouldn't be easily spotted by either of their fans, so he heeded her request and sat beside her while being mindful not to take too much of her seat.

Soon a waiter dropped by their place and held out the menus to them, leaving them to make their choices before he return to get their orders. "What would you like?" He read out a few selection of teas and pastries, recommending a few delicacies that were the shop's specialities. "Their red tea is a popular choice."

[theheartofmusic]

Madoka was accustomed to sitting alone, drinking alone, eating alone. She had spent many a day in solitude--she didn't receive many guests in her large and often empty estate. Thus, she treasured each moment in which she was able to have company. She felt the seat and the air beside her shift as Nikita settled in beside her, and she slipped a little closer--not to crowd him, but just so that she could feel her shoulder against his arm. It felt nice and intimate, and she blushed, her head laying against his shoulder

[bielynozhshliub]

In some aspects, Nikita and Madoka shared the same qualities. He himself too kept more to himself, and only expanded his social circles due to his band mates. Otherwise, he would be living every day by himself. Of course he had his older sister and older brother visiting him occasionally, but that wasn't enough. It was when he was with the band that made him feel wanted and appreciated