Victor, Scarlet and Nemo.

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 Thank you TokisgaarWarelf and ChrisBing for the names Scarlet and Victor :) Uh... I used Victor in another story as well so I'll dedicate that to Chris and this to Tokisgarararwowo.

 You musttttttt play the melody to the right while reading!

     Victor could feel his spine shiver from bottom to top as his fingers caressed the four strings, his guitar echoing each one of his ginger touches. The boy's waist length blonde strands of hair leaked like silk on the polished wood, their clear, bright colour like rivers along the scarlet of the instrument.

     Upon passing the intro, the bruised tips of his fingers quickly tapped the guitar's neck, his right hand pinching the strings, each gesture accompanied by slight twitches of his eyebrows as he felt the guitar vibrate against his lean stomach.

     As the song got louder and the notes got graver, his breath left in puffs and his Adam's apple kept bobbing, but his fingers maintained their delicacy throughout the complexity of notes blindly made, for his strands were in the way, but his ears were there to stay.

     He let a low hum as he continued, a smile tugging at his thin lips dreamily when the song reached a happy, bright pace, as if the strings were giggling teasingly in his ears. His body started rocking left and right and his head rolled backwards, letting the sound wash over his heated body, and he, as well, chuckled along with the instrument.

     Victor then started nodding, bright blue eyes opening to reflect the romantic red of the guitar he watched lovingly, his long and slim fingers continuing to tickle it. He felt the end of the melody approach, and his lips formed a small pout, dimples disappearing along with his grin. He hugged the beauty to his chest as he continued playing, pressing his ear against it to feel the wood vibrate passionately as if to peck his sharp cheekbones, gesture which he returned with his lips.

     Each pinch of the 1st string, the highest pitched one, brought a small jump of his shoulders and a crooked grin, eyes closing for a few seconds until he touched the string again. He could feel wind from the open window of his room leak in to steal his notes and carry them outside to shower the passing citizens in them, distant murmurs and admiring hums spoiling him affectionately.

     And then he ended the melody with a high whisper, moment in which his chest flattened in lack of air.

     The young man gently laid the guitar on his couch, hand under its neck as if holding a lover. His long, slim torso curved like a tom's above it when he leaned to peck its headstock, nose rubbing against the smooth wood.

     Then, Victor reached a hand to the coffee table, retreating a small pair of scissors. He placed it next to his guitar and tugged at the waist of his briefs, pulling them down from underneath his large shirt. He let the underwear fall to the ground and then placed his knees on both sides of the guitar's voluminous dips between the upper bout and lower bout.

     He straddled it and picked the scissors, pressing his chest against the guitar's neck and reaching a hand behind him.

     He pressed the scissors on the sixth string, the thickest one, and slowly slid it, biting his lip and squinting his eyes.

     The moment it broke he yelped and pressed his forehead against the arm of the couch, feeling the pain slowly sink in the skin of his thigh.

     "Scarlet..." he gasped, slowly grinding against it and placing the scissors to the next string.

     Victor gasped as it added a fiery hot line just next to the other, tears slowly flooding his blue eyes as he panted. With another plain note, the third and last thick string pinched at his skin, sending his body forwards in shock.

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