Frozen Keys | Magic Kyun! Renaissance Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2 ✿ Melancholic Melody

As Sakurai roamed the slightly-deserted halls of Hoshinomori, the cherry-haired pianist felt a shiver run down her spine as she, once more, recalled the events that happened in her dorm room with her new, and terrifyingly touchy, upperclassman, Isako.

Without even realizing it, the 15 year-old first-year had wandered into an empty classroom, bumping into a hard entity. Looking up, Sakurai's eyes widened a fraction as small stars seemed to twinkle in her habitually melancholic-looking eyes.

The gorgeous grand piano was pristine and unbelievably shiny, as if it were newly bought, and made out of a charming-looking wood. 'Dark oak, most likely.' She thought, thoughtfully. (A/N : Lol, thought thoughtfully. gg no re.)

Looking around the quiet, spacious room, void of any life-forms, Sakurai hesitantly sat down on the piano bench, scooting the wide seat closer to the large instrument. Then, the pinkette carefully lifted the moderately-heavy cover, sliding it back into a small nook used to hold the piece of wood. With the cover out of the way, Sakurai could clearly see the white and black keys of the piano, forming a perfect line on her beloved instrument.

With slightly-shaking hands, (due to uncontrollable excitement) the young pianist pressed down softly on the pianoforte's keys, starting a near-silent tune that turned into a loud, and sorrowful performance that reflected her feelings like a mirror.

What the pinkette didn't notice, however, was the swiftly forming crowd of people who had been meaning to pass by the music room or had come to practice their own instruments. Too mesmerized by the captivating sound of music, the students just formed a cluster in the spacious room, watching as oddly shaped sparkles shimmered in the bright, morning light. Though, in the midst of all the adoration and enthralled stares, two particular students were especially entranced by the heart-aching melody.

One an abnormally tall first-year with fiery red hair, and the second a ginger second-year who had been passing by the room's window until she was pulled by the music towards the classroom.

Suddenly, as the song's tune got became rougher (though still holding its graceful personality) snowflake sparkles of every shape and design, glistened through the room, making Music Room 7 look like a Winter Wonderland in the summer.

The snowflake shaped sparkles were littered on the newly waxed floors, creating piles of white, shining clusters until Sakurai's woeful piece came to an end and the last snowflake-sparkle fell to the floor.

Getting up from the piano bench, the  cherry-haired pianist's eyes jolted open when a deafening array of cheers erupted from the large hoard of students, ultimately shattering her focus causing her snowflakes to crumble to dust and become swept away in a subtle breeze.

With a troubled expression evident on her face, Sakurai thanked the portion of the student body that had heard her play before snatching up her messenger bag and darting out of the room before she had to go through anymore human-contact.