Masato Hijirikawa (
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a song from the spring of youth
Who: Masato Hijirikawa [
pianosongs] & Haruka Nanami [
heartandsong]
Where: Vermilion City
When: 9/24, evening
Summary: Hijirikawa hasn't touched a piano since he broke his hand and his plagued with a growing fear that he's lost everything.
Rating: G for gushiness
Log:
It was a pleasant surprise that the quaint little inn they had chosen in Vermilion had a piano sitting in the back den. It was open and available to play, and for two musicians as guests, it was a surprise that there was no sound other than soft breathing and delicate movements. Masato just stood near the piano, fingers staring at the neat row of ivory keys. He yearned to play them, craving the sensation of plucking against a key and hearing the vibrant, rich sounds melodically respond to his movements.
But he wouldn't play. Each time he thought of it, he stretched his fingers and frowned at how stiff they felt. He hadn't played in... months. If Jinguji or Nanami knew... they'd surely be disappointed. At Saotome Academy, becoming stellar at being a musician was the only way he'd be allowed to stay at the school. He practiced daily, almost like clockwork. Class, music, meditation, and calligraphy... his life was on a consistent, simple cycle.
Huh. He hadn't done calligraphy in a while, either. An afterthought.
But just remembering how little he had played had him returning to the little back room that housed the piano, standing in the doorway as he admired the grand, slick wood with longing. Oh, he wished to play... But what if he had lost his skills? Was it... all over?
He'd live the most solitary of lifestyles, married to a woman he merely knew by name, while running his father's company. Masato didn't want that lifestyle, but it seemed like that was all there was left, if he couldn't play. He hadn't tried... He was actually, truly scared. Unmoving, he just stood at the doorway, left hand carefully gripping the door frame as the worst case scenarios plagued his mind, distracting enough that he didn't notice the approaching company.
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Where: Vermilion City
When: 9/24, evening
Summary: Hijirikawa hasn't touched a piano since he broke his hand and his plagued with a growing fear that he's lost everything.
Rating: G for gushiness
Log:
It was a pleasant surprise that the quaint little inn they had chosen in Vermilion had a piano sitting in the back den. It was open and available to play, and for two musicians as guests, it was a surprise that there was no sound other than soft breathing and delicate movements. Masato just stood near the piano, fingers staring at the neat row of ivory keys. He yearned to play them, craving the sensation of plucking against a key and hearing the vibrant, rich sounds melodically respond to his movements.
But he wouldn't play. Each time he thought of it, he stretched his fingers and frowned at how stiff they felt. He hadn't played in... months. If Jinguji or Nanami knew... they'd surely be disappointed. At Saotome Academy, becoming stellar at being a musician was the only way he'd be allowed to stay at the school. He practiced daily, almost like clockwork. Class, music, meditation, and calligraphy... his life was on a consistent, simple cycle.
Huh. He hadn't done calligraphy in a while, either. An afterthought.
But just remembering how little he had played had him returning to the little back room that housed the piano, standing in the doorway as he admired the grand, slick wood with longing. Oh, he wished to play... But what if he had lost his skills? Was it... all over?
He'd live the most solitary of lifestyles, married to a woman he merely knew by name, while running his father's company. Masato didn't want that lifestyle, but it seemed like that was all there was left, if he couldn't play. He hadn't tried... He was actually, truly scared. Unmoving, he just stood at the doorway, left hand carefully gripping the door frame as the worst case scenarios plagued his mind, distracting enough that he didn't notice the approaching company.
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He didn't want to take a break. Regaining his skills meant working more, playing more, and now that he could... he didn't want to stop after just the first duet. He had gone from playing hours upon hours in a row, and it hadn't even been half an hour yet before his hand protested. He stretched his fingers gently.
"Nanami-san... Thank you."
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At his thanks, she blinked up at her friend.
"E-eh? Ah...um...w-what are friends for, right?" Smile!!
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"Nanami-san... Would you like to accompany me for a walk?"
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"I'd love to!" She stood up, straightening out her skirt as she did, "Is it alright if I bring Akaihi with us? He's been a little restless lately."
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He was starting to feel a little antsy being unable to play without potentially straining his hand, but the fresh air would do some good. As would being in Haruka's company a little longer.
"I should probably let November roam free a little as well. It's... been a while."
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"I'll just go grab him, I left them all in my room today. I'll meet you out front?"
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And as she hurried away, he headed towards the door, reaching for the pokéball clipped to his belt. In the wait, he summoned out November, letting the little Woobat free. She was quick to snuggle against his shoulder, and he just pet her calmly, anything to fidget in his wait for Haruka to return.
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"S-sorry, he's very excited."
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"It seems they're both quite eager. This should do them some good."
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"A-ah! Wait for us!"
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He just stuck close to Haruka, but mentally told himself he'd run after their pokémon if they hurried off too far.
"It's a nice day outside; no wonder they're excited."
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"Yeah. I should let him out more often." She was keeping her eyes on the pokémon ahead, not wanting to lose sight of them.