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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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[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

[bielynozhshliub]

A thrill ran up his spine the moment Madoka agreed, feeling the sense of excitement building up in him, a humming buzz coursing through his body. He chuckled softly at Mozart's antics, quickly finishing his tea and cake. "Good."

He too stood to pay for his meals, chatting idly for a brief while with the owner; a nice old chap who inherited the shop from his father, passing through several generations. Once that was done, he glanced toward Madoka, reaching out to hold her hand as he led them out this time, Mozart leading happily with a bark.

"Where are you residing?" He figured that it was best they went to her room, or to wherever her violin was.

[theheartofmusic]

Mozart stood obediently beside his charge, holding his harness up for her to grasp. With one hand on the metal guide bar at his back and one within Nikita's, Madoka felt very safe and secure. She was eagerly looking forward to playing the violin for him! She really wanted him to hear what was on her mind--things that she couldn't say with words.

She too said her thanks to the owner, curtsying and laughing gaily, before Nikita led her away.

"I have a hotel room here . . . I'm just staying briefly for the music festival, and I'll be returning to Japan tomorrow evening." The thought seemed to make her sad, and she turned to him, worry on her face. "May I still call you and see you?"

Mozart tugged them along, guiding both Nikita and Madoka to the hotel where she resided. It was, of course, a five-star hotel. Madoka's maids and butlers resided with her there, but she had escaped them (as always).

[bielynozhshliub]

His heart sank at the thought of Madoka leaving, and so soon too. He understood that neither of them would stay long at one place, usually for no more than five days, before heading off to their next destination. "I see." There was a silent sigh along with it, keeping his gaze ahead while Mozart effortlessly led them through the throngs of people. "Of course. Whenever you want." And he meant that with a smile, a genuine heartfelt one. It made him delirious to know that Madoka still wanted to see him.

A five-star hotel was no surprise to him these days, quickly adjusting to his band's new-found popularity and recognition as they climbed the ladder of the music chart. But the sight of the many butlers and maids at the hotel's entrance gave him a start. He had heard stories about them, but to be a witness to it was rather overwhelming.

"Are they yours?" He didn't need to say who they were for Madoka to know what exactly he meant by it. Should he enter? Was there a specific ritual to be done before stepping in?

[theheartofmusic]

She immediately cheered up when he said that he and she could visit each other at their behest. With such friends and company so rare, Madoka truly wanted to ensure that she could keep his friendship, just as he would always have hers. It was a joy not just of a musician friends with another, but simply of two people getting to know one another

[bielynozhshliub]

He was glad that she was pleased, for he too would be thrilled to visit each other, and to take pleasure in their meetings. And though Nikita was looking already looking forward to the next time they would meet, he wasn't as prepared to be under the scrutiny of the maids and butlers. Being in the spotlight while performing was one thing, but to be eyed by people who weren't his fans was a little disconcerting

[theheartofmusic]

Madoka could not see her surroundings, so of course, it made no never mind to her at all. What was important was that she and Nikita-san were comfortable, and thankfully, all five-star hotels' suites lived up to that expectation. Mozart guided her happily to her violin, which was rested upon the coffee table, beside a vase of flowers

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita was still taking in the surroundings of her suite when he heard the first lull of the violin. He turned toward Madoka, and his eyes automatically closed, opening his ears and heart instead to her music as he leaned against the back of one of the couches

[theheartofmusic]

"Thank you for listening and inspiring it," she murmured in return, her eyes also shut as she allowed her shoulders and arms to relax. She carefully placed her beloved Stradivarius back in its velvet-lined case and shut the lid with obvious familiarity and love.

"What shall we call the song?" she asked, smiling, her hand stroking closed lid of her violin's home before rising up once more. "Nikita-san's Song, perhaps. What do you think?" Madoka laughed softly, coming closer to him, feeling her way around the sofas and the table that decorated the opulent reception room. Mozart seemed to bark his agreement, and she stroked his head.

Carefully, she made her way back to Nikita-san, the melody still fresh within her memory. Allowing it to guide her, she stretched a hand out to him, her hand alighting gently upon his chest.

[bielynozhshliub]

He thought for a moment on the name, before he decided on something simpler. "Nika. It will be called 'Nika'." It warmed his heart and made him blush slightly when she decided to use his name, the inspiration for her song. He chose a shorter title not because he didn't like Madoka's choice, but the fact that the shorter name was very close to his heart. It was his pet name, and not many were allowed to call him by that except for his siblings and the selected few.

Nikita reached out to her outstretched hand, letting her palm rest right over his heart, as if to pass his feelings over to her. His other hand moved to the back of her waist, pulling her closer to him as he rest his forehead against hers and smiled lightly. "Thank you, for playing the song."

[theheartofmusic]

Her whole face lit up, and she nodded, smiling radiantly. "Nika," she repeated, as if savoring it, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of it once more. "It's perfectShe could feel his heart beating beneath her palm, and she came even closer as he wrapped an arm about her waist, tugging her closer to him. Madoka almost seemed to know as she tipped her head back so that he could press his forehead to hers, feeling closer than ever. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a smile tugged upon her lips, cheeks pink. "You're welcome," she whispered, even if in truth, she was the one thankful

[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita felt heat creeping up his neck, lightly colouring his cheeks even as his ears turned a slight pinkish colour at the way Madoka said his name. It was different from the way his siblings called him, or when his band mates used it to tease him.

In that large suite now, it was just the both of them, and Mozart. As if time had stopped and there were only two people in the world, being so close together and revelling in each other's presence. For all that Madoka wished for him to do, he surely would, just like she did to him with her songs and her very being.

When her hands slipped up to his shoulders, Nikita slowly pulled back, and then just as slowly, leaned in to place a lingering chaste kiss at where their foreheads had touched earlier. There was no need for words to be exchanged.

[theheartofmusic]

Madoka let out a small sigh as his lips alighted upon her forehead, the very touch seeming to make her stomach explode with butterflies and her heart leap up with joy. It was exhilarating . . . but at the same time, she came closer, allowing herself to press into him, as if molding herself to his form. Her arms went about his neck, and she lifted herself up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek . . . just as chastely as he kissed her forehead.

She could feel how close he was--the heat of him through their clothes. Madoka vaguely wondered if he could feel her heart beating, because it certainly seemed like it! Her lips alighted upon his skin, and then she moved to his other cheek, brushing another gentle kiss there.

[bielynozhshliub]

This time, Nikita received her kisses with an uncharacteristically shy smile, pulling her closer as she pressed up against him. Madoka seemed to fit within his arms perfectly, her soft curves against his hard muscles, complementing beautifully like works of art.

Her heart wasn't the only one beating wildly, his own was pounding against his chest, acutely aware of both their heart beats. Heat rose up his neck and to his cheeks at the places her lips touched, and then when she pulled back, he closed the distance and captured her lovely lips in his.

[theheartofmusic]

She could feel the heat of his skin, of his flush against her own, and Madoka drew a deep breath. She felt skittish, restless, her stomach twisting and fit to burst with butterflies. She didn't know how Nikita-san would react to all of this . . .

But her questions were answered when she shifted in his arms, and before her mind could tell her that he was moving closer, his lips captured hers. She let out a soft gasp, both caught by surprise and completely expecting it. Her head swam, and her hands clenched on his shoulders as she kissed back . . . slowly at first, as though she was uncertain of how to kiss him back properly (she wanted it to be nice!), but finally instinct took over and her lips parted warmly, her kiss soft as she returned the press of his mouth on hers.

"Nika-san," she breathed, smiling against his lips, kissing his chin before she tiptoed once more to kiss his mouth heatedly.

[bielynozhshliub]

He didn't know what exactly prompted him to do that, to react that way and follow his heart. But it made his heart swell when Madoka responded back to him, his arms pulling her against him even more.

"Madoka." He whispered in return, a slight smile on his lips when she pressed her lips to his chin. When she kissed him again, this time more passionately, Nikita was ready to welcome it, slipping his tongue in to taste her. One of his hand reached up along her spine to tangle in her long hair as teeth lightly nipped her lower lip.

When he broke the kiss, he was panting lightly, but pleased and a little giddy with what they just did. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he smiled at Madoka, the hand in her hair moving to cup her cheek.