Sakurai Bloom

Chapter 2

I got home that day with two things on my mind, the piano and the girl under the cherry blossom, as I chose to recall her as. I brought out my note pad and a pen and wrote down the date of that day 27th April 2014. And underneath I wrote the cherry blossom girl. Kauru Touma. As much as I wanted not to believe I was sure that girl along with the piano had a major role to play in who I once was. I drifted into a deep sleep thinking of all that had happened that day, the cherry blossom girl and the piano... and the piano...the piano...piano! I woke from sleep hard. A minor headache was kicking in at the back of my head. The piano I thought to myself. A black oak polished Stephen sons grand piano. That description was all too familiar. Black polished oak, Stephen son. I pondered for a while then I realized. That was something that was all too familiar to me something I always held close.

I ran to my wardrobe and tore down the clothing searching for something I wasn't exactly sure of. I found nothing then I went to my drawers, nothing. I tore all the way down to the kitchen into the living room then back to my room but still nothing. Then it caught my eye under the wardrobe amidst the messed up clothes, a drawer I hadn't checked I could only wish. I walked to the drawer deliberately taking my time. I placed my hand on the knob closed my eyes and said a silent prayer as I opened it. Slowly I peered into the wooden case... empty! I kicked hard against the drawer and as if it wanted to return the pain I inflicted on it a heavy box from the top of the wardrobe fell and struck me at the center of my head and the last thing I remembered was total darkness. Then I saw it a black Stephen sons piano, a man sat on it playing that piece I was all too familiar with, loves sorrow. A boy lay on the floor beside him rocking his head slowly to the tune. It was all a blur but the one thing I could see clearly was the black wooden box with gold markings sitting in the top of the piano with tiny engravings on it. Stephen sons were what were carved out on the box. And the gold key with a black top that hung around the boys' neck.

Just as I was about to reach for the boy an d turn him to see his face, a bright light burst into the room and all I could see was white, blinding white. As light seeped through my eye lashes they fluttered open furiously. Now my headache had fully kicked in. the whole room seemed to turn as my as my eyes tried to adjust to the lighting of the room around. I ran my hand to and fro across the carpet trying to look for what had dropped me, then I felt it. My eyes came to rest on a black square figure, with my vision still blur I couldn't make out exactly what it was. From the feel of it, it was a wooden medium sized box. After a few seconds my vision stabilized, and there it was again, like a ghost constantly haunting me Stephen sons. It was written in gold on the cover of black wooden box. From the way the box smelled it was oak. The piano was once again messing with me. My trembling hands lifted the lid off the box. And inside it was a gold key with a black top. "My dream!" I exclaimed to myself this was the key that hung round the boy's neck, and the box that sat on the piano.

Now my headache only started getting worse. Being an energy conserving person it was too much of a waste of energy to think of this now, so I was going to get back to it, plus I was late for school. Shit! School. I went through my regular freshen up routine, had my regular breakfast, took my regular way to school, but something at the back of my head kept telling me that nothing would be the same again.

And just as that thought came to my mind, once again something out of the regular, her. There she was the cherry blossom girl. Standing facedown by the walk way.

"G-g-good morning"

She looked up, and for some reason her eyes widened with excitement and her face lit with a beautiful knowing grin that couldn't be out shone by the sun even if it tried. I followed her gaze to the key that hung round my neck and rested on my chest. Now I was almost too sure the key had something to do with her.