a large shriek before the door to the music room slides open & with it in comes the hurricane minako rushing by & comically moving to hide in the cabinet at the far end of the room. she's fit herself in & closed the door only for a second later to crack one of the doors open & wave over to the fortune, ๏ผpssst, ryoji-kun i'm not here okay you totally did not see me--๏ผ her words cut off as a loud call of her name comes from down the hall that sounds somewhat like her brother's voice if it weren't how uncharacteristically angry he sounded. ๏ผ---youdidntseemeokayididntbreakanythingokaybye !๏ผ
&& with that the door closes !
yet another intriguing and eventful day passes by in the halls of gekkouhan high, sunlight slowly dying. before it declares its departure, it illuminates and encompasses its entire surroundings as it bestows its soft and familiar golden glow. it has not been long at all since a quartet of transfer students had settled in, or rather, conjured such chaos with their opportune arrivals. there is never a day named as mundane as they continue to walk the path of life together, hand in hand. loneliness is a fervent and poignant emotion that oft resonates in his own heart. it is strange. it is almost as if no pulse lingers within vessel. listen for but a moment, and allow it to be the natural metronome that guides hands toward the universal love that is deeply shared. truly, brother and sister have taught him extremely well in how music is capable of translating exactly what the voice is unable to speak aloud.
one, two, thr โ a turbulent force !!! there is no pressing of keys as lithe, yet rapid footsteps approach with a sudden wail, the previously peaceful atmosphere of the room shaken. eyes widen in shock in time with quick turn of head to see what has happened. rising from where he was previously seated on plush ebony seating, few steps were taken before the door swings open with haste. a mischievous and playful glint meets with the curiosity of his own. an operation of stealth and reconnaissance. ( akin to those routinely practised within the labyrinthine structure of tartarus. )
this was to be knowledge obscured and withheld. not a word was to be spoken, the location of miss minako to be undisclosed to anyone. it was now time to think of a distraction tactic. with both charm and guile at oneโs disposal, that would be not be a difficult feat. ( thereโs a new cd release complete with exclusive merchandise ! if i recall, it was that band you really liked ! it would be a perfect addition to your song collection ! ) she waves closer to him, pleading for him to keep her well guarded secret as she conceals herself perfectly behind an empty cabinet that is perfectly placed in a shadowed corner. it is a minor presence that makes itself profoundly known to those who are extremely perceptive.
her request is cut short by another voice that calls after her in upset. there was no time at all to ask what had happened. taking hold of the midnight โ blue tarpaulin that swathes the piano, he lightly drapes it over her selected hiding spot whilst ensuring that there was ample breathing space. a few fixtures to assume natural placement, a tuck here and there. how very reminiscent of attempting to work with different fabrics to create scarves. a comical motion of pretending to zip oneโs mouth shut before he resumes previous position as if nothing at all had occurred, quickly making his way towards beloved instrument. a satisfying click signals the closure of the door.
a book of various compositions, classical and contemporary, lingers close at hand. the pages are adorned with a multitude of colours. those with blue spots were minatoโs favourite songs. pink was only indicative of the soul that sought refuge in this mellifluous sanctuary. aqua for fuuka, rose โ red for mitsuru and even a pale yellow for aigis. effortlessly sifting through curated collection was a melody that evoked the tranquillity of the sea and perpetual freedom that heaven promises.
a quick glance where she is settled. are you alright ?
