The Afterlife Sonata (Your Lie in April fanfic)

8-Atonal Impressionists

"What nonsense, Hiroko..." Mr. Gibson said.

"What nonsense, Mitsuya..."

"I hate you."

"I shouldn't have married you."

"Then Koharu had never existed!"

"No!" Miss Hiroko was enraged, "Then we should have not consummated our relationship long before the incident happened!

"It's all your fault!" Mr. Gibson replied, "Fine! Call me Mr. Seto whenever you like!"

"But call me Miss Yamazaki!"

"Such nonsense is against the law!"

"Don't deprive me of the rights you hold right now!"

Kousei was walking down the hallway. That afternoon, he must be meeting Mr. Gibson. But the door was shut.
Meanwhile, Koharu passed the same corridor with the flute. Today, it is her birthday. Tomorrow, she's already six.

"Sensei..." Koharu tapped Kousei, "What's going on?"

Her tiny, childish voice woke up the napping Kousei.

"I'll play Liszt! See, I know a hundred and one compositions!"

"I know five hundred and three..." Kousei said, fixing his glasses. "Wait, what? Is all that you and I hear true?"

"Maybe?"

Kousei knocked at the door. Opening it, he was at a great shock, and Koharu, being a sensitive child, cried out loud calling her mother.

"Mama! Please stop fighting!"

"I'll blame you for making your child cry, Mr. Seto!" Miss Hiroko shouted, "But remember that "I'll come back, Miss Hiroko! And Tsubaki, one day I'll give you a gallon of ice cream, flavored cookies and cream!"

"I hate cookies and cream!" Tsubaki replied. "I hate you, dummy Kousei!"

"At least I did a little heroic act for you, Tsubaki! I thought you're dead!" Kousei replied, and he left the room. hate you!"

Koharu ran up to her mother and cried.

"Mama! Is there anything wrong?"

"Koharu... I mean... please get outside."

"Is this my little Koharu?!" Mr. Gibson remarked, "How..."

"Then you are going to ask me how you left the two of us!"

"Daddy?" Koharu murmured.

Miss Hiroko was left speechless. Mr. Seto (not Gibson anymore!) was revealed to use a pen name after many students passed on the same corridor.

"Can I play something for all of you?"

Kousei directed Koharu into the piano. He adjusted the pedals, and the little wunderkind began to play Liszt's Liebesträume No. 3.

Some music students who hapoened to pass by the room entered upon seeing Koharu play a Liszt composition. Long unnoticed, the virtuoso's warm style is yet to be popular again from the students who 'knew Chopin' all around.

...

"Hey, a little kid!"

"Aww, so cute!"

"Look at how her fingers dance!"

...

When Koharu had finished, all the students of Mr. Seto (they knew as Mr. Gibson) are already crowded inside. Miss Hiroko was still frozen; Mr. Seto was really amazed at Koharu.

Everyone clapped. They knew their Mr. Gibson's hidden stuff, and he hosted an emergency meeting due to it.

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"Tsubaki, aren't you going to buy new sheet music?"

"Hmm?" Tsubaki said as she turned to see Nao. "Sure, we can."

"I guess you meant to say, go Chopin with a Liszt."

"Eh, Chop-in? And Lizzt?!" Tsubaki asked, scratching her head.

"Kyaa!" Nao said, "You are saying it in the wrong way!!!"

"HAA?!" Tsubaki freaked out back, "I'll back out!"

"You mean, you'll Bach out?!"

"NO!!!" Tsubaki replied, "How shall I pronounce them?!"

"Sho-pan... And the other one, List. Literally, it's a silent sort of crap."

"Eh?!"

"Yeah!" Nao replied, with sparkling eyes. "Tume to get some Mozart cheese from the supermarket as well!"

"Huh?!"

"Mozzarella! You add some sort of 't' in the double 'z'" Nao replied.

"God, Nao!" Tsubaki replied, scratching her head. "You meant to say 'punology'?!"

"Shh... Nevermind, they're corny. Let's go buy our needs."

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Many students crowded on Koharu, the little prodigy that played sonatas, fugues, rondos, and even caprices. They were simply speechlees whenever she played, until Kousei went back.

"Oh, classmates!"

"Sensei!" Koharu replied, "How's my playing?"

"Wonderful, my student..."

Every classmate of Kousei were in disbelief. No one among them had a tutoring experience, and the left-behind Kousei had.

"Kousei!"

Kousei looked to where the sound came from. He raised his neck to see a girl, his classmate, blushing.

"Yes, Marie?"

"Ah..."

Kousei knew he hated this. He disliked the girl for many reasons, yet he had to keep stead, as his classmates would be disappointed.

"Let's play Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Waltz... if you please."

The school festival threw an ice bucket from atop his head. He walked away and pushed the girl while shutting the door close.