"Mom?" The young Seijuurou called as he opened the door, his father trailing behind him. The seven year old pushed the door slightly, creating a creaking sound Seijuurou no longer found amusing and walked to his mother who was in a sitting position on her bed, a book that was entitled 'Tales of the Violinist and her accompaniment' in her hands. Seeing the two males she loved from the bottom of her heart, she set the book down and lifted the grade schooler up and made him sit beside her. "Look, look! Sei-chan drew Mom and Dad for art class today!" He opened his bag and took out a messy drawing any kid would make using crayons. Shiori smiled, then took the drawing block from his hands and stared at it for a while before running her fingers through the younger's red strands.
"It's beautiful, Sei-chan," she pulled him to a tight embrace, and her shoulders began to shake. Glancing at her husband, Masaomi gave a small smile to his sick wife. "Mom? Are you crying?" Seijuurou shifted to look at her and true to his words, his beloved mother was crying. He raised his small palms to wipe away the tears, surprising the patient. "Pain, pain, go away!" He chanted.
Shiori chuckled, then hugged him once more before releasing the other. "Sei-chan, could you play the violin for me?"
"Sure thing!"
But for some reason, deep in his heart, he wished it wasn't the last time he'd play for his sick mother.
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Our Waltz
FanfictionSeijuro Akashi is a prodigy in the violin. However, after the tragic demise of his mother, he lost his reason to play the instrument and stopped playing altogether, locking it in a room he thought he'd never go in again. Eight years later, a boy kno...
