The Piano

[Ken Otoomi]

I sat, eyes closed, in a darkened room. A blue backlighting from the pale curtains and sun giving me a blackened shadow. I wore simple shoes, black denim jeans and a plain grey button up shirt. My fingers roamed the piano keys, searching for the right notes of Mozarts symphony. The music rolled out gently as I played for my own relaxation. On the piano I could not create, so Moazart and Tchaikovsky were my mine muses.

I stopped at the creschendo, a loud ending. I tossed my head back as I gave a large exhale. My white bandana around my neck at the time, allowing my hair to fling backwards. A beaded necklace lay around my neck, a wooden tribal design as its pendant. I opened my eyes and put my hands beside me. I spoke, my words soft but forceful, the presence was a slight feeling, but the smell, the smell was strong.

"Whos there!"

[soreku]

((Intrude!!))

A convenient bit of shadow covered the limb figure of the girl's body as she stands still by the wall in this larger room in the school, a second day for exploration, a second day for mischief, a second day for a second chance. She knows not where she stands now, besides of course by a single sheet of wall, a music room maybe? Soreku had had the opportunity to listen to some of the soft notes the boy had played on the piece of work called a Piano, but then it seemed as if he had sensed her and felt much disturbed by her presence, maybe it had been effecting his ability to play.

She swallows a dab of saliva as she then walks forth from the black emptiness she recently occupied but does no longer, she stands a few feet behind him now, a weary look on her face. Peaceful yet scared... Soreku moves her hands deeper into the pockets of the zippered sweatshirt, the gray material is worn over a flimsy white tank top which it hides bitterly behind the connecting pieces of cloth held together by a string of metal called a zipper. Those same faded jeans with the torn knees and panda bear pattern on the hip hug her legs as she inhales some breath before risking a reply, not a very social person is she.

Soreku closes her eyes only to open them once again a moment later as she then says carefully, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt." She says, feeling her hands sink deeper into the pockets, hopeful that she hadn't and would be able to retreat back to her previous position and listen some more. It was a calming sound that had come from the piano and she hadn't wanted it to stop.

[Ken Otoomi]

I knew it smelled fleshy. I looked at the girl and smiled, she was scared. I relaxed the tension in my shoulders as I looked at her. My tongue bar clicked against the bar in between my lip and chin.

"Its ok, this is a public place...you just caught me off guard that is all."

I motioned for her to come closer, a warm smile on my face. I flicked some of my reddish brown hair out of my eyes and awaited to see what she would do. I placed my hands back on the keys and began to play a soft tune. It was asweet tune that you would hear in romance and drama movies. It was there to ease her stress, for it was not a good thing to be so shy. I was outgoing, talkative, bar the times I wanted solace to train or play the piano.

"Come, lets talk, shall we?"

[soreku]

Soreku frets the possibility of a conversation, not someone who is too comfortable with talking openly with strangers. She pushes her hands yet deeper, chewing on her tongue as she takes half a step closer but then stops and makes a face. The music he plays after speaking to her gives Soreku a nice feeling, a peaceful feeling, and she tries to smile but it only turns into something silly and mistaken.

"W-what are we talking about?"

She asks, standing ground, not wanting to come closer, completely comfortable with staying in her place while they "talked" about whatever. She was nervous and probably even frightened but she managed a few feet forward, she was eager to talk to someone since she hadn't had the honor to do so ever willingly yet but at the same time she was desperate to keep her personal space tidy and open for herself. She stands still, a timid look fully visible even behind the blue lenses pulled over her iris', she inhales and exhales softly.

[Ken Otoomi]

"Hmm~ anything really"

I stopped playing suddenly, reached besides the piano and dragged the spare piano chair around. I placed it besides my own chair, with room and offered for her to sit. She really seemed to timid for me but oh well. I was bored. I began to play the music again, trying to calm her nerves.

"Come, sit...I wont bite I promise"

I looked at her, gave a cheeky smile then began to play again whilst toying with my tongue bar.

[soreku]

So anything was the subject! The blue-haired girl nibbled onto her bottom lip, a bit of white bubbles appeared but she licked them away quickly as she then approached a reply. Soreku was shy, she didn't like being around people, or at least she wasn't used to being around people, she hadn't any experience in just sitting down and doing whatever with a stranger, she wanted to but wasn't sure she was able to.

"N-no, I'm not afraid of you ... " She explained, it was the truth, Soreku wasn't scared of much people she stumbled upon, she wasn't scared of a lot of things, at the moment though there was a hint of fear circulating around the muscles beneath her skin, throughout the blood running through her veins. When he had resumed to playing the music Soreku had thought maybe it wouldn't hurt after all to just sit down, she took another step but then the fear rushed through her again, she grabbed the other chair he had pulled up beside his and pulled it backward to where she had been standing a moment or two ago and then she sat.

Soreku isn't a slob, ne, she knows her manners very well but in this spur of the moment when she sat down she had pulled up her feet onto the chair also and wrapped her arms around her knees as if she was trying to make sure her skin wasn't being stripped off by some sort of sword. She looked at the boy's back and exhaled roughly, biting on her lip, she spoke again,

"I r-really don't like ... sitting next to people. I like your music though, please don't stop your music." She said shyly and then didn't move.

[Ken Otoomi]

"Oh~ you sure seem like you are scared of me, your body language gives it away"

I smiled but this time I did not stop playing. The slow motions of my hands, the slight taps on the fake ivory causing a lovely meoldy, a soothing melody. The only one I had ever created for the Piano. It was soft and would be perfect to be played with an acoustic guitar.

"So...may I have the pleasure of the knowledge of the name of such a beautiful flower?"

I smiled softly, my eyes still closed as I played with the music. I knew every key. The music was what was my normal rythym, my lifes way of living. Was played, it was easy to listen to, carefree and flowed well with many different things. It could be interpreted into many different things as well.

[soreku]

Soreku didn't liked being called the things you'd hear someone call any other girl when trying to either make friends, be nice, or get into her pants; such as pretty or cute or beautiful. But in the spur of the moment she didn't think to comment on that, she licked her lips a second time as if wiping away the trace of speech left on them like a nasty fingerprint, and now the blue-haired girl sits in her chair quietly thinking whether or not to answer.

"I d-don't ... "

In her little stumble over words Soreku had almost said "I don't know" but to her own fortune she had brought herself to a calm before embarrassing herself too much, she was in one of those moods when everything was slippery and she was desperate to be around people but at the same time desperate to be with herself, she exhaled again and then began to work through the words she hadn't exactly gotten out on the first try.

"W-what's your name?"
A question countered by a question, Soreku was nervous but a glimpse of happiness pressed her lips and kept them sterile and attractive, she didn't know why she had accepted the chair even so pulling it over a distance, she didn't know why she was talking to this boy, she didn't know why she was being so nice ... but the music he played was so calming, so serene, so beautiful and it made her want to stay and it made all her worries settle in a dark part of herself that she couldn't reach. The music...

[Ken Otoomi]

~ Heh, she is nervous around me...well thats that test done with ~

I looked at her, she did not give me her name...shame, but she stumbled severely. I gave her a disconcerning laugh to try and get her to calm down. I continued to play because whilst the music was there the tension in her body seemed to be relieved if only slightly. YAY FOR KNOWING THE SIGNS OF MUSCLE TENSION.

"How does this sound, I will give you my name, if you give me yours...since it is common courtesy to give ones name, when asked in what I thought was a polite manner"

I stopped playing, and swung around in my chair. Doing a complete 360 before turning to look at her. I looked directly at her with warm eyes and smooth smile. I really did not know what the problem was.

[soreku]

"O-okay..."

Soreku said, taken aback on how quickly he had been able to do that turn on the chair, it was impressive, she still felt incapable of speaking freely just yet. Taking a more aggressive and tighter grip onto her legs, the blue-haired girl winced, she didn't want to go first. Going first was better in some categories, but in this one it was worse, for her, at least. She didn't really favor the little bit he added about manners but she had not said anything, still sitting in this chair, Soreku searches for a reply and tries to sum up the strength to speak. Funny, the strength to fight, the strength to argue, the strength to hide... it all came to her quite simply, but when it came down to speech and so and so she didn't quite seem to have that certain strength.

"M-my name is ... "

She started to speak, a twinkle of uncertainty in her voice, she then exhaled as if rethinking her words and picking different ones more carefully, thus in the end all she ended up saying was something familiar, yes, and completely different. Soreku bit her lip but then let what she wanted to say out,

"What's your name?"

[Ken Otoomi]

"eh?!...no fair...but fine, as long as I get your, my fair maidens, name in response"

I gave it time, I would allow my words to sink in before standing up. I gave a sigh, gave a low before my fair maiden and stood up again. A cheeky grin on my face as I began to fix my hair. As I did this I spoke, in a soft, disconcerning voice attempting to make her relax.

"I...I am Ken Otoomi, Freshman, Maestro of the Piano and Guitar, and now May I please have the pleasure of such a lovely girl like yourself, giving me her name"

[soreku]

Soreku stares at him. That was a nice name, thou when he had asked for hers in return the blue-haired didn't look so calm anymore, not that she was very calm to begin with. She squeezed tightly onto herself as if she wasn't comfortable with Ken standing up,

"I-I'm ... Soreku ... "

She said, and then bit down on her tongue hard as if a ton of guilt had been bestowed upon her after she spoke. Soreku sits still, speechless.

((Short.))

[Ken Otoomi]

"Hmm~ what a beautiful na-...whats wrong?"

I was about to compliment her when she suddenly stopped talking. I looked at her quizzically as I sat down, since she seemed really nervous around me...I mean I knew I was handsome but seriously, this was beyond the point of normal!

"Are you ok?!"

[sorry bout my length, i dont post big anymore ^^;]

[soreku]

"I'm f-fine... I'm r-really f-fine, and it's nice, I l-like being fine..."

Soreku clutches herself, feeling as if the only thing she wants to do is run somewhere and curl up under a blanket or two until she's twenty, she swallows some wet moist in her mouth and then takes the chance to wipe some hair off of her face.

She was scared now to be honest, of herself, she didn't usually act like this and now she was scaring herself. Soreku fumbled something out but it was very quiet, she cleared her throat and sat upright, still though her feet remained on the chair. she nibbled on her lip some more until she felt so fit to speak furthermore.

"So... is this like your school? Do you like it here or ... do you like the piano? Or..."

[Ken Otoomi]

I gave a laugh as I stood up again and knelt in front of Soreku. I gave her a charming smile, looked up at her. Maybe if she felt taller than me, she may feel more comfortable was my way of thinking. I clicked my metal tongue bar and began to speak.

"Soreku was it? Yes this is my school, I do like it her since I have a position of authority, I love the piano and my guitar, which if you look to your left you can see it"

I reached up with my hand to brush some stray hands away from her face. My eyes were soft and warm, I meant no harm and I was hoping she would notice that. I smiled, my unbuttoned shirt revealing my olive skin, and tattoo across my left side of my abdomen and under my left arm. It was a beautiful design, bluish green ink aswell. I stood up and offered her my hand.

"Would you care to play with me?"