Secrets She Never Knew (OnePiece Fanfiction)

06 | Secret Friend

Previously...

The place was like a secret garden to her, full of unheard mysterious and an enchanting atmosphere. Ivy crept it's way along the walls, adding its own unique touch to the place. The sun's rays shine through gaps in the roof, lighting the place with its golden rays. In the middle of it all, sat a grand piano. Its jet black coat reflected the sun's rays, the soft cushioned seat made with pure black leather.

That was what she loved most of all. The piano. Along with Cheshire. And her secret friend~

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Moonlight seeped through gaps in the roof, reflecting off the smooth surface of the piano that sat abandoned and alone. Until someone came along, to bring its old rusty self back to life. She would come soon, the time was near.

The voice of a little girl echoed throughout the empty space, "Brook-san, are you here?" Silence was all she got as an answer before a male voice responded, "I am indeed, my friend. Yohohoho... Would you like to play a song?"

The girl smiled, pleased, sea-green eyes gleaming in the moonlight, "It would be my pleasure."

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Sayeko quickly got up and gently pulled the blanket off her, taking care not to wake up those snoring next to her. Her feet made no sound as the door creaked ever so slightly when she pushed it open, disappearing into the night.

It had become routine for her as it had been for several nights now, ever since she found the old run down mansion when she had been exploring on her own. She never slept, only pretended to. She didn't need to, and she never did, either way. Her body didn't need sleep to function normally.

The cool night breeze caressed her cheeks as she strolled through the forest, pink transparent flute in hand. The creatures of the night had only just begun to rise, making slight noises here and there, but she didn't mind.

The mansion, or rather, its remains, stood tall in the moonlight despite its battered appearance. It was as it had always been. Sayeko smiled as she stepped inside the place, "Brook-san, are you still here?"

Brook replied as he always did, "I am most certainly. Yohoho... Shall we?"

"I would indeed."

*Play the video now.*

The piano's clear crisp notes echoed throughout the great hall that had been abandoned, its keys moving on its own. If you looked closely, you could see the faint outline of his bony fingers running across the keys. She could barely see him, but she could hear his voice. The voice of her friend. The smooth relaxing sound of the flute joined in soon after, providing the simple, yet elegant, melody. They were different, yet one in the same.

When raindrops fall on me, maybe
They'll wash away the memory of you and me
When raindrops fall on me, maybe
They'll wash away the memory of you and me
When sunlight shines on me, maybe

They'll dry the tears I cry and you can't save me
Because it's been too long and I can't hold on
To a thread, in a midst, where I don't belong
I wonder if you cry when the radio plays our song.

How can I forget the time
when you whispered forever
It was so,
So sweet.
It would've been sweeter if you meant it.

You held my hand and you told me,
"Maybe you'd like to dance with me?
But there's a storm cloud coming in
Then would you dance in the rain with me?"