(AdamsApple Version Murder Drones/ Relationship Established)
An uninhabited planet, covered in the ruins of ancient civilizations, stretched its infinite slumber before the eyes of Adam and Lucifer. The atmosphere was dense and cold, the wind whispering incomplete melodies through the cracks of an abandoned mansion. Their footsteps echoed on the dusty floor, breaking the stillness as they explored a place seemingly frozen in time.
Lucifer led the way, his characteristic curiosity shining in his red eyes like lanterns in the darkness. Adam, on the other hand, trailed behind with the occasional grumble, kicking pieces of wood that broke off the floor as he walked.
"This is stupid," Adam muttered, crossing his arms. "There’s nothing here—just dust, cobwebs, and cursed air."
Lucifer didn’t respond; he seemed enchanted by the place. He came to a sudden halt upon reaching a vast hall, its walls adorned with worn tapestries and furniture ravaged by time. But at the center, like an abandoned treasure, stood an ancient piano in perfect silence, its surface stained and worn yet still imposing.
"Seriously? A piano? This place just keeps getting weirder."
Lucifer approached the instrument, his fingers trembling slightly as he rested them on the aged wood. He leaned in carefully, as if the slightest movement might cause it to crumble.
"Do you think it works?" Lucifer asked, a childlike gleam in his eyes.
"Who cares? We’re not staying here for a concert," Adam scoffed, though he watched, intrigued despite himself.
Lucifer smirked, ignoring his companion’s complaint. He sat on the rickety stool in front of the piano, stretched his fingers, and pressed a key. The sound was a low groan, slightly out of tune but alive.
"It works," Lucifer whispered, enchanted.
He leaned forward, his movements delicate, as if the piano might wake up from centuries of silence at any moment. With a contained breath, he pressed another key. The sound that emerged was a low, torn moan, so full of time and neglect it echoed through the empty hall. A second note, then another, and soon Lucifer began to improvise with cautious hands.
What began as scattered, clumsy sounds reverberating through the walls soon transformed. Lucifer closed his eyes, tilting his head, and from his fingers emerged a melody as ancient as the piano itself. It felt as if it were coming from the very soul of the mansion. At first, it was soft—each note trembling and delicate, like the brush of a feather against the air.
Adam watched in silence, frowning. There was something both enchanting and unsettling about the moment. The gentle melody filled the space, creeping into every dusty corner, reclaiming the mansion as its own. The dim light filtering through the windows seemed to tremble with each note.
Suddenly, the rhythm shifted. The sweetness fractured. The melody, once a tranquil whisper, grew louder, more chaotic. Lucifer opened and closed his eyes, his expression alternating between concentration and something deeper—something wild. His fingers raced over the keys as though possessed by the music itself, as if he were trying to extract every emotion the piano had kept locked away for centuries.
The notes struck with force, one after another, like hammers on molten metal. They were cries of love and hatred, laments and accusations encapsulated in sound. A chill ran up Adam’s spine, freezing him in place. It was impossible to look away. Each strike of Lucifer’s hands on the keys reverberated like a heartbeat—furious and raw.
The entire hall seemed to tremble under the weight of the melody. The music roared, growing more violent with each passing moment. Adam felt as though the room itself was holding its breath. Love and hate danced within the notes, blending into something impossible to distinguish. It was the voice of a shattered heart, a cry that had never been heard—until now.
Lucifer tilted his head back, his hands still moving with precision and ferocity. His golden hair swayed slightly, tousled by his movements and lit faintly by the dim light seeping through the torn curtains. He looked like a living specter, consumed by a frenzy Adam had never seen in him before.
Suddenly, the music stopped. The final note lingered, its echo stretching out like an open wound refusing to heal. Silence returned to the room, but now it was filled with something new—tangible and heavy.
Adam swallowed hard, his body stiff. There were no words to describe what he had just heard. The music still vibrated in his chest, tormenting him.
"What the hell was that?" he finally murmured, crossing his arms with a scowl.
Lucifer turned his head slightly, his gaze sparkling with amusement.
"Didn't you like it?" he asked with a sly smile. "I'd say it was a love song... to hate."
Adam frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the intensity of the moment.
"Well, it sounded more like a lunatic's song," he finally muttered, his voice a low growl. "Like someone who wants to kill and kiss at the same time."
Lucifer chuckled softly, his laugh echoing through the empty mansion.
"Sounds like us, doesn't it? Though it was the other way around, wouldn't you say? We went from hate to love."
Adam felt heat rise to his face. He scowled, twisting his mouth as he looked away in evident discomfort.
"Can you stop with the cheesy lines? You’ve already got enough with your ridiculous phrases..."
"Cheesy?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow, patting the seat beside him. "Come here, Adam."
"What? No. Not a chance."
"Don’t make me drag you, because I will," Lucifer threatened with a playful smile.
Adam huffed, but his feet betrayed him, slowly bringing him closer until he reluctantly sat beside Lucifer on the worn bench. Their shoulders brushed lightly, and Adam felt an odd nervousness creep over him.
Lucifer took Adam’s hands, guiding them toward the cold piano keys. Adam tried to pull away, but Lucifer’s grip was firm yet calm.
"Relax. Maybe together we can create something beautiful," Lucifer whispered with a serene smile.
Adam grumbled something unintelligible but didn’t resist further.
Lucifer, still with that provocative smile, didn’t let go of Adam’s hands. Guiding them over the keys, he moved their fingers with the intent to produce something simple—yet, with Lucifer, even simplicity carried weight.
"Focus," he murmured, leaning in a little closer, his deep voice brushing against Adam’s ear. "Don’t bite the keys, just touch them gently."
"I’m not an idiot," Adam growled, though his clumsy movements on the keys made his retort less convincing.
The first note rang out alone, disjointed, like an audible stumble. Lucifer let out a low laugh, and Adam shot him a withering glare.
"Don’t laugh, you egotistical bastard," Adam snapped, his scowl pure wounded pride.
"Sorry, sorry..." Lucifer replied between chuckles, though he clearly wasn’t sorry at all.
Then, moving their hands together, Lucifer pressed other keys gently, guiding Adam into a more harmonious sequence. The melody began to take shape, awkward at first, like a newborn struggling to find balance, but it grew with each mistake and correction. Lucifer nodded his head to the rhythm, tilting it side to side, until Adam started to find his own flow.
"Come on, don’t fall behind, Adam," Lucifer said, his voice teasing and playful. "Music doesn’t wait for anyone."
Adam growled, his tongue peeking slightly between his lips as he concentrated. But Lucifer, unable to keep the moment entirely serious, began to play erratic notes, creating a chaotic and lively rhythm. He played with exaggerated flair, like a rebellious child defying the rules.
"What are you doing?" Adam asked, blinking as he tried to follow the mess Lucifer was creating.
"Improvise!" Lucifer shouted with enthusiasm, his fingers dancing wildly over the keys.
Adam couldn’t help but snort with laughter. "You’re insufferable, you know that?"
"And you’re boring if you don’t keep up!" Lucifer shot back, leaning even closer to the piano, a mischievous spark in his golden eyes.
What followed was a disjointed but vibrant duet. Adam began to match Lucifer’s energy, striking the keys with his own abrupt and challenging rhythms. What should have been a harmonious piano piece turned into a wild, chaotic melody—fast and clashing notes colliding in a way that somehow fit perfectly.
The music soared like a shouted conversation between two friends who thrive in chaos. Adam played with growing energy, a lopsided smile creeping onto his face despite himself. The unexpected fun had caught him off guard, and for the first time, he was truly enjoying himself.
Lucifer couldn’t stop staring at him. At first, his gaze held that spark of teasing provocation, but slowly, his expression shifted. Adam, with his relaxed brow and that genuine smile lighting up his face, was too rare a sight to ignore. Lucifer’s fingers trembled slightly over the keys, though he didn’t stop playing.
“What?” Adam asked, his eyes still on the piano, savoring the chaotic piece they were creating.
Lucifer didn’t answer. His heart pounded wildly, erratically, as if it, too, wanted to join the disorder of the music. A faint blush rose to his pale cheeks—a rarity, and deeply uncomfortable because he was never out of control like this. And yet, there he was, utterly captivated.
Adam’s smile grew wider when he noticed Lucifer’s sudden silence. “What’s wrong? Can’t keep up with my rhythm, huh?”
Lucifer let out a soft, slightly shaky laugh, his gaze still fixed on him. The melody, though still clumsy, flowed between them like an invisible bridge connecting more than just the notes. For once, Lucifer smiled genuinely—a broad, rare, vulnerable smile that seemed to speak everything he dared not say aloud.
“Nothing...” he finally murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s just... you look happy.”
Adam’s head whipped around, and for a brief moment, he stopped playing. His smile faltered slightly, replaced by a faintly uncomfortable frown.
“And why does that matter?” he muttered, turning back to strike the keys harder, as if trying to deflect the attention.
Lucifer chuckled lightly, leaning closer to Adam without missing a note. “It matters more than you think, Adam.”
For a moment, the music softened. The notes, still messy and unpolished, began to feel warmer, more intimate. Adam kept playing, trying to ignore Lucifer’s intense gaze, but he couldn’t shake the familiar shiver running up his spine—a strange mix of nerves and something like warmth.
“Will you stop looking at me like that?” Adam growled, refusing to meet his eyes.
Lucifer didn’t answer. He just kept smiling, his smile now softer and trembling slightly, as if he’d just uncovered something precious. Finally, his fingers slid down to the piano’s lower keys, letting the echo of the final note fill the room.
Silence enveloped them, but it was a companionable silence, heavy with everything the music hadn’t said.
Adam remained still for a moment, his hands resting on the keys. Finally, he glanced at Lucifer out of the corner of his eye. “Why are you smiling like an idiot?”
Lucifer let out a low laugh, tilting his head back slightly. “You know, in this broken mansion, I think I just found something perfect.”
Adam flushed slightly and turned his head away sharply. “Shut up, you sap.”
Lucifer leaned in closer, his voice low and whispering. “I’m just telling the truth, Adam. You’re a chaotic melody, but in the end... you sound beautiful.”
Adam growled, but his smile betrayed him, creeping back onto his face as if the music was still vibrating between them.
Lucifer turned his face toward Adam, observing him closely. There was something in his gaze—a warmth that shattered any defenses Adam tried to raise.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Adam tried to sound annoyed, but his voice wavered with a shaky laugh.
Without answering, Lucifer tilted his head, leaning in slowly. Before Adam could react, he felt Lucifer’s lips on his, soft yet firm. The kiss was slow, deliberate, carrying the calm that the music had brought. Adam stopped thinking, closing his eyes as his heart pounded erratically.
Lucifer’s fingers left the keys, moving up slowly to trace the line of Adam’s jaw. The world outside vanished entirely, leaving them both immersed in that perfect moment. The music had stopped, but their breaths carried on the rhythm it had created.
Lucifer pulled back only slightly, his lips still brushing against Adam’s as he smiled softly.
“See... I told you we could make something beautiful.”
Adam, his cheeks burning, pulled away abruptly, trying to regain his composure.
“And what kind of piano teacher kisses their student?” he muttered, crossing his arms in embarrassment.
Lucifer laughed, a sound both tender and teasing.
“The kind of teacher who has a student as stubborn as you.”
Adam opened his mouth to retort but ended up letting out an honest laugh instead. The piano fell silent once again, but the walls seemed to hold onto the melody, etched into their memory. The mansion, as old and broken as its inhabitants, now held a new memory—one born from an ancient piano and two hearts learning to beat in harmony.
When they finally stood to leave, Adam lingered, glancing at the piano one last time.
“Do you think anyone will ever hear it again?”
Lucifer smiled, intertwining his fingers with Adam’s as they walked toward the door.
“Maybe not. But today, it was enough.”
In the quiet of the abandoned world, the mansion stood still, though if anyone listened closely, they might still hear the final note of a song born of love and hate.
The piece Lucifer plays is "Cordelia" by Juan Arenosa.
The duet they play together is KNIVES's piano - Trigun Stampede OST.
I loved writing this (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶).ᐟ.ᐟ
