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honou_no_izumi) wrote2009-03-30 05:43 pm
honou_no_izumi) wrote2009-03-30 05:43 pm
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Melodies of the Heart
Title: Melodies of the heart
Series: Kamen Rider Kiva
Genre: General
Characters: Kurenai Wataru, Maya and mentions of Kurenai Otoya
Rating: G
A/N: Written astoku100 drabble challenge on the prompt #5, Sound
Summary: Wataru started to muse about Otoya, as Maya played Otoya's two compositions before him.
Word count: 300
crossposted intoku100 and FF.net
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When mother had asked me to play the violin, I had complied with the request. It has been a while, since I have played that piece; much less made any progress on my violin-making. But then mother had stopped me, and started playing father’s melody on Bloody Rose instead. “This was how it was truly played.” she said as the melody filled every corners of the house.
It was the same melody, but the playing was even more complicated than what I used to play. Father’s melody had always have that intricate style that I could never properly reproduce. Still, it had that complicated mix of feeling when one heard its melody in full. I used to ask mother about it, but mother never talked about it. Saying that the melody was part of a painful past of father’s that he would never want to remember again. She never explain more than that though, and I guess nobody would ever found out about it any more. Since father was already gone.
But then mother started playing another melody. It surprised me, she never played this one before. The melody was more graceful, soft... and full of love. There was a sad tinge of emotion in the melody, yet it also had that beautiful grace in it. I asked about it as mother said it was father’s etude. The second composition that father had created, out of love for mother. Somehow, for a moment... the admiration that I had for father had increased tenfold. Father was indeed a great man, not just as a warrior or human; but as weaver of sound.
I wonder... could someday I be able to compose something as wonderful as these melodies?
“Certainly,” mother had said, “... you are after all, your father’s child.”
Somehow, I believe I can do it.
Series: Kamen Rider Kiva
Genre: General
Characters: Kurenai Wataru, Maya and mentions of Kurenai Otoya
Rating: G
A/N: Written as
toku100 drabble challenge on the prompt #5, SoundSummary: Wataru started to muse about Otoya, as Maya played Otoya's two compositions before him.
Word count: 300
crossposted in
toku100 and FF.net-----
When mother had asked me to play the violin, I had complied with the request. It has been a while, since I have played that piece; much less made any progress on my violin-making. But then mother had stopped me, and started playing father’s melody on Bloody Rose instead. “This was how it was truly played.” she said as the melody filled every corners of the house.
It was the same melody, but the playing was even more complicated than what I used to play. Father’s melody had always have that intricate style that I could never properly reproduce. Still, it had that complicated mix of feeling when one heard its melody in full. I used to ask mother about it, but mother never talked about it. Saying that the melody was part of a painful past of father’s that he would never want to remember again. She never explain more than that though, and I guess nobody would ever found out about it any more. Since father was already gone.
But then mother started playing another melody. It surprised me, she never played this one before. The melody was more graceful, soft... and full of love. There was a sad tinge of emotion in the melody, yet it also had that beautiful grace in it. I asked about it as mother said it was father’s etude. The second composition that father had created, out of love for mother. Somehow, for a moment... the admiration that I had for father had increased tenfold. Father was indeed a great man, not just as a warrior or human; but as weaver of sound.
I wonder... could someday I be able to compose something as wonderful as these melodies?
“Certainly,” mother had said, “... you are after all, your father’s child.”
Somehow, I believe I can do it.