Lap Pillow at Ten Part 3--CDEFGAB

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by CarmenSandiegoRed

by CarmenSandiegoRed

so I decided to settle the CarmIvy story finally with an ending (maybe it's short)

*A/N* I love classical music, to me, the best piano piece I've heard is Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

*aah sorry it took so long*

IVY'S POV, SINGAPORE, 12 A.M.

A fortnight. Two weeks. Two weeks of pure torture, and Carmen finally got better. Well, a bit would be a necessary keyword but it's still better than nothing.

It's midnight now, and I'm beginning to wonder when this will be over. It's been a month already, and we've been moving hotels in Singapore, now in Bedok, a more residential area so V.I.L.E will less likely be able to find us.

The air conditioner is blasting at 23 degrees Celsius, and Zack's out on a shopping spree, which leaves me and Shadowsan to Carmen. It's as if there is a miracle that V.I.L.E doesn't have a caper for Shadowsan to stop, and I'm happy about it.

Carmen shifts slightly in the blanket, snuggling into it, and I affectionately run my fingers through her long auburn hair, looking over to the samurai next to me who is patting her back. I rub my bleary eyes; this is the tenth night I've been pulling an all-nighter for, but it's all worth it when I don't need to send Carmen Sandiego to the hospital. Silence looms in the air, everything I want to say held back like sand particles left behind as the residue after being filtered--barely noticed, useless and unseen unless you take a closer look.

"I see Carmen is getting better," Shadowsan breaks the silence, stroking Carmen's head gingerly, and a small smile unconsciously creeps up my face as I give a soft nod in agreement, "Though she's been very tired recently, like, you've seen, haven't you?"

"I agree."

My phone rings, and I pick it up to see a call from Player, "Hello Player,"

"Hey Ivy, how's Red?"

I hesitate for a while, "She's asleep now, but slowly getting better,"

5 HOURS LATER

I'm scrolling through Instagram and flinching at this video of a chicken falling into a drain in the rain. Shadowsan's on his Carmen-shift, and I'm finally getting a break, the first one after ten anxiety-induced all-nighters.

I let out a sigh, leaning back onto the chair as I shut my phone off. It feels like living in paradise to just enjoy a second like this.

There's the sound of music coming from Carmen's room. The keys of a piano being pressed down, perhaps. Listening to the melody of the keys, I realize that someone's playing Nocturne in E Flat Major Op. 9 No. 2 by Chopin. Curious, I get up from the chair and walk over to the room, sneakily peeking through the door to see and hear Carmen softly humming the tune, fingers gliding and pressing against the black and white keys on the musical instrument. It's pretty graceful and delicate, much a sight for sore eyes. The piece ends, and no sooner do I realise I'm leaning heavily against the door than that the girl is looking at me.

CARMEN'S POV

"Ivy? Ivy? Don't scare me," I look up from the grand piano at Ivy who has a cheesy grin slapped on her face as if she's drunk, the door almost going to move over towards the wall, "You're going to fall over if you continue exerting so much force on the door,"

She doesn't answer, so I play the first portion of Für Elise not even looking at the piano, reciting all the notes in my head, from Eb, C, E and A to B.

"You're good, Sandiego,"

"Thanks for the compliment, muscles," I give her a smirk. Ivy moves closer, sitting on the piano stool, squashing her body next to mine, cornflower-blue eyes shining with happiness, "How do you feel, Carm?"

"Never been better."

Ivy's fingers hover over the keys before pressing down on the G key, then down on the B, D and F sharp keys at the same time.

IVY'S POV

"Wow, you're good, Ives," Carmen says, and I switch the piece from Gymnopédie No. 1 to 12 Variations On Ah, Vous Dirai-Je, Maman (Twinkle Twinkle Little Star).

I feel something on my left shoulder, and I look to my left to see Carmen asleep on my shoulder.

Cute.

So I leave her be, continuing the piece as if it is a lullaby.

Me: keeping the ending short and sweet (sorry if it's bad)