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If Only For A Day
a fanfic by Ekai Ungson (Hikari_Sakura)
Prologue I: Melody for Forever
The music played only during the wee hours of the night in that house. A lot of people who walked past at around near midnight and heard the beautiful chords pour out believed that there was both magic and mystery at work in the large mansion where a young man and a slightly older woman lived. And they would be right.
But, as beautiful as the melody was, it could not stand alone. There was always something missing in the compositions. It lacked... completion.
He knew this, and was immensely frustrated, that his masterpieces were with void and his most precious work lacking something he could not provide, because his genius did not extend to those lengths. He could find no words to merge with the music to give it proper respect.
So the songs remained symphonies, because there were no lyrics.
Music, he could make, and in abundance, all hauntingly beautiful. Inspiration he could find in any object, grand or inanimate. Chords he could produce with little or no trouble at all.
But words to complete them, he could not find.
Frustrating, really, that fifteen out of every twenty compositions were mere notes playing and not songs as he wanted them to be.
And they just kept piling and piling up as each inspiration claimed recognition. Hundreds upon hundreds of them.
But solace he could not find, and peace he had so little, as each symphony he created called forth to be completed.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Violent crescendos rang out one after the other at the house that night.
The woman sighed. "I think the work today got to him," she whispered.
A hovering black cat perched itself on her shoulder. "No, he's just very angry at himself right now."
"Whatever for?"
"The songs are still not _SONGS_."
"Oh. That."
Suddenly, the music stopped, and they froze in response.
"Come out from there, you two," a deep male voice called out.
Akizuki Nakuru and Spinel Sun steeped forward sheepishly. "Sorry to disturb, Eriol-sama," Nakuru apologized.
Hiiragizawa Eriol smiled. "No, it's all right. In fact, I should be the one apologizing. I've been keeping you awake, haven't I?"
Two guardians shook their heads violently, but Eriol knew the truth. "Gomen. I know you can't sleep when I react like this on piano, bashing away like a madman. Right?"
That was exactly what they were thinking, but of course they wouldn't let him know that particular tidbit of information.
"No, no, Eriol-sama," Spinel was quick to reply. Nakuru was nodding furiously.
Eriol pulled the cover back on the piano. "I'll stop."
"Don't do it on account of us!" Nakuru wailed.
"It's all right. I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. I think you should, too," Eriol answered. He left the music room and went upstairs.
Music. after all, had been created to please.
But what was the point if he couldn't please himself?
He closed his eyes. There was always tomorrow, and the day after.
There was always forever.
If Only For A Day
a fanfic by Ekai Ungson (Hikari_Sakura)
Prologue I: Melody for Forever
The music played only during the wee hours of the night in that house. A lot of people who walked past at around near midnight and heard the beautiful chords pour out believed that there was both magic and mystery at work in the large mansion where a young man and a slightly older woman lived. And they would be right.
But, as beautiful as the melody was, it could not stand alone. There was always something missing in the compositions. It lacked... completion.
He knew this, and was immensely frustrated, that his masterpieces were with void and his most precious work lacking something he could not provide, because his genius did not extend to those lengths. He could find no words to merge with the music to give it proper respect.
So the songs remained symphonies, because there were no lyrics.
Music, he could make, and in abundance, all hauntingly beautiful. Inspiration he could find in any object, grand or inanimate. Chords he could produce with little or no trouble at all.
But words to complete them, he could not find.
Frustrating, really, that fifteen out of every twenty compositions were mere notes playing and not songs as he wanted them to be.
And they just kept piling and piling up as each inspiration claimed recognition. Hundreds upon hundreds of them.
But solace he could not find, and peace he had so little, as each symphony he created called forth to be completed.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Violent crescendos rang out one after the other at the house that night.
The woman sighed. "I think the work today got to him," she whispered.
A hovering black cat perched itself on her shoulder. "No, he's just very angry at himself right now."
"Whatever for?"
"The songs are still not _SONGS_."
"Oh. That."
Suddenly, the music stopped, and they froze in response.
"Come out from there, you two," a deep male voice called out.
Akizuki Nakuru and Spinel Sun steeped forward sheepishly. "Sorry to disturb, Eriol-sama," Nakuru apologized.
Hiiragizawa Eriol smiled. "No, it's all right. In fact, I should be the one apologizing. I've been keeping you awake, haven't I?"
Two guardians shook their heads violently, but Eriol knew the truth. "Gomen. I know you can't sleep when I react like this on piano, bashing away like a madman. Right?"
That was exactly what they were thinking, but of course they wouldn't let him know that particular tidbit of information.
"No, no, Eriol-sama," Spinel was quick to reply. Nakuru was nodding furiously.
Eriol pulled the cover back on the piano. "I'll stop."
"Don't do it on account of us!" Nakuru wailed.
"It's all right. I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. I think you should, too," Eriol answered. He left the music room and went upstairs.
Music. after all, had been created to please.
But what was the point if he couldn't please himself?
He closed his eyes. There was always tomorrow, and the day after.
There was always forever.