Misora

Chapter 13

A week has past, and Misora has been practicing her skills.

"No, not good enough. You are still not using your emotions! I need emotions, feelings! You are dead as my wife," A very old man says to Misora, "This piano piece is being in love, act like it."

Misora takes her hands off the piano, listening to his rant. She yawned, but someone sat next to her. That person was Vincent, "Try thinking of someone instead of the notes, imagine yourself with them." Vincent said, Misora stares at him. "T-that's what I do, m-most of the time." He says, standing up. The old man nodded, "Yes, yes, good advice."

Misora looks at the two men, "I'll try." As she plays the piano, she closes her eyes. Her fingerings pressing every note gently. Instead of being stiff, she was enjoying herself. The piano finally went through her and she imagines herself with someone. They were both holding hands, glazing at the stars.

Not realizing it, that was the end of the music. Misora opens her eyes, looking over at the old man opinions and waiting for his criticism. But instead, the old man was in tears. "Reminds me of my wife."

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"5, 6, 7, 8." The lady says, watching her every move. Misora leaps in the air, her legs straight but her feet wasn't pointed. "Stop," Misora lands on her two feet. "Your feet weren't pointed, you are improving. But not as much, your body is still frozen. Why don't you melt a little? Be free,"

Misora sighs, she brushes off her dress. "How can I? This is boring," Misora told her dancer, "You can't just say that, this is a family tradition. Every year you have done this, why suddenly give up?" The dance teacher told her, "Because, your always yelling at me. Let me do what I have too, let me get in the mood." Misora finally says, turning away.

"S-she's right," A male voice says, the two ladies looks behind them. It was Vincent, he was holding a book. He pushes his glasses up, "Um, Misora can do it. She just, she's to be herself. Y-you know? I get that your trying to get her motivated, but yelling really won't help."

Misora smiles at Vincent, the lady crosses her arms, "Such ridiculous rule."

-

"Brilliant Misora, your getting there." Eric says, proud of his daughter. "Now, why don't you heal Vincent's arm?" He says, Vincent stares at Misora. "You guys could've done that before?" He said, Eric laughs, "Yes, but I had plans."

"Like I told you before, Misora. Relaxes, don't tense, breathe in. Focus on that main part." Eric retells her, Misora nods. She held her hand above Vincent broken arm. Vincent arm started to glow a bright color. Then the bright went away, Vincent held up his arm. He moved it left to right, "It's, it's healed!"

Misora wipes her sweat off her forehead, "I was worried I would ruin it more." She says, Vincent wraps her arms around her. "You could never ruin anything." Vincent said, confidently. He quickly pulls away after hugging her, "S-sorry, um, my apologies."

Misora stood there, her face flustered.

-

Misora held her air shield, her arms were shaking. Sweats were dripping from her head. A lady kept throwing rocks constantly at her, "You improved over the last week. I'm impressed,"

Misora smiles, "Yeah, I have." She let's go of the shield.

Then the lady throws an air ball towards her. Misora reaches her hand out, wiping it away with her own powers. "We can move on to the next lesson." The lady says.

-

Misora flew high in the sky with her teacher. They both stare at each other, "Try making it rain all over town."

Misora held her hands high up, her head went back. Her eyes were shut tight. She focused hard and thought about her powers. Soon after, the clouds were no longer white and bright. They were gray and dark.

The clouds were puffy, then soon was pouring rain. The rain felt nice against Misora's skin. She smiles, opening her eyes. Her arms flopped against her sides.

-

"Your mother, Queen Kyouko. She gave us a new test dummy." An old lady says, "Really? Is it a new manikin?" Misora says, sitting up.

"Nope," the old lady pulls in Vincent. Misora stood up quickly. "What why him? What if I hurt him?" She said, "Then who's fault is that really?" The old lady says.

Vincent pushes his glasses up, "Misora, if you hurt me. I'll be okay," He told her, Misora shakes her head. She was worried she'll hurt him, but why does she care for him so much? Why all of sudden she felt something more towards him.

"Make your powers to protect him, use the nature."

The old lady walks far away from the two teenagers. The old lady turns back towards them, her eyes were no longer green. They were pure white, she extended her hand.

A huge rush of vines came flying at Vincent.

Vincent eyes widen, he drops down to his knees, covering his head. He was waiting for impact to smack him down. Misora goes on the ground as well, she wasn't covering herself like Vincent.

She held the grass tightly, then moving her arms up to Vincent. She was yelling and screaming. Both of her hands were towards Vincent and she raises them to the sky. The grass suddenly jumped up from the ground. Forming a huge dirt wall in front of Vincent.  The vines smacked into the dirt, instantly broke into pieces.

Misora breathes in and out quickly, she was relieved. She fell back, her arm covering her eyes. "That took so much work."

Vincent was still shocked, his hands were still on his head.