One Wrong Note

By: deceivingpurplehimesama

All who listens to the music he plays on those strings are left to a trance,

He tells a story no one would want to end,

Painting a picture far more interesting than any work of art,

And when he stops, the magic doesn't stop, it lingers

His music is enchanting, out of the ordinary,

And yet when you look at him, you'd see nothing but a normal human.

Icy sky blue hair,

Cold golden orbs,

Elegant slender hands a violinist has

Nope, there was nothing really that special in him.

And yet when he stands you know you can't just compare him to a regular human.

And immediately, you'd know, the virtuoso, Tsukimori Len is an epitome of perfection,

No, he is perfection himself.

No blemishes.

No stains.

Absolutely not tainted at all,

Or so what many people thought.

He has his one wrong not that never left him,

Always haunting him.

And every time, he closes his eyes, that's the only thing would play.

Hino Kahoko.

He sees her,

Her long red hair,

Those warm golden orbs that made him look into the world in a whole lot different view.

And that bright warm smile, which actually brings back bitter sweet memories.

He smells her scent and it lingers, tormenting him all the more.

That sweet scent together with that sultry smell of blood.

"Len…" He'd even hear her call out his name, that name which he forbade most people to

These images didn't stop there, constantly playing the scenes that reminded him of how he had her and how he lost her because of that one wrong note.

It never fails to bring back those bitter sweet feelings,

Love and Hate.

Guilt and Regret.

Happiness and Sorrow.

By the time, Len opens his eyes, he realizes he was on stage with an audience, the song was done and they were still in trance.

His eyes traveled around, hoping he'd see that red-haired girl in the audience.

However, he knows that's never going to happen.

Disheartened once more, Len bowed down.

People clapped at how great he performed.

"It was perfect…" He heard one comment.

'Or so they thought…' he uttered in his thoughts.

Because, tonight he missed a note yet again, that certain part he used to play perfectly.

"Len-kun, are you coming with us tonight?" It was Hihara.

"Tonight…" He looked at Hihara passively. He knew where they were going.

"Yes, tonight." Hihara said, debating to himself how he will say it to Len, "Uhmm… It's been a year, remember?" Len didn't have to be reminded, he could remember it clearly. How can he ever forget?

Author's note: I'm back! Finally, found some inspiration. I hope you enjoyed the first part and be excited for the next. This is another Len X Kaho fanfic. Keep your loving comments and critics coming. I would really love to hear from you, people. Thanks for taking the time reading this.

Love lots

Keep me inspired, mina!

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