Fireheart (ohshc story)

Chapter 1

The notes began softly at first, gradually rising to a crescendo. With each sound, I felt myself fall deeper into a trance--Daiki's violin soothing all my worries. Every time he performed the world fell away; it felt as if we were the only people alive, with his tune giving me oxygen. I shivered as I watched Daiki's carefree expression, before focusing on the slope of his hands as his bow swept across the violin. My obsession was unhealthy. With a single stroke, Daiki distracted me from my surroundings as my world narrowed down to only music and him.

Various violinists sat near Daiki in his first chair, the orchestra rehearsing Paganini Caprice No. 1. Daiki's performance was the gentle spring breeze greeting after a harsh winter, while in comparison the other violinist sounded choppy and unhinged like a storm breaking out at sea. Although I was likely biased. Ouran highschool's orchestra hosted students of elite backgrounds with classical music training, each talented in their own way. However, I found it hard to focus on others when Daiki practiced.

The music seemed to last a mere moment before the song came to a close. The music overload finished and I breathed in--strings and bows no longer my tether to reality. I smiled, feeling a sense of giddiness. Watching Daiki play always made me happy. I started clapping enthusiastically as a reflex from the private sessions I watched Daiki perform, before slowly realizing the room had grown completely silent.

I knew my normally pallid complexion was brimming red.

"I didn't know you like Paganini's music that much Mizu." Daiki's words were light and teasing, a smile dancing on his lips as he put his violin away. A few boys sniggered and I felt my cheeks redden further.

"Be quiet," my words were accompanied by a few awkward shuffles as I futilely tried to hide, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daiki laugh. That jerk.

After the orchestra had packed up I heard Daiki approach while I stared resolutely at the wall."Hey walk with me to class? I need to talk to you about something later." Daiki casually laid his arm around my shoulder, and my mind instantly narrowed to a single thought.

His arm, he wrapped his arm around me. "I'm sorry what?"

"I said, Mizu, that I wanted to tell you something." His hand went up and lightly ruffled my hair. "Pay more attention."

I nodded shyly as we walked across the hall.

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My hand slowly trailed the shape of flower petals—the garden in our school empty at this hour."I have been meaning to ask you, but do you know them, the host club?" His voice came out rushed, his eagerness directed towards me as he shuffled to sit next to me.

"Of course I know them," my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. I struggled to understand the possible connection between the host club and the eagerness Daiki displayed. He did not seem the type to partake in those activities as far as I knew.

"Everyone knows them...but Daiki..." I trailed off, unable to collect my thoughts coherently.

Daiki just laughed as he set his eyes on me. "I guess you're probably confused. Why would a guy ask about the host club?" His voice got quiet, a blush rising on his cheeks.

"The thing is...Yuni has been going to their club lately, and she's obsessed with one of them. I think she called him Haruhi—all I know is she's always talking about him."

As soon as Daiki said her name I felt my heart clench. My hand clutched the side of the bench we were sitting on—my breath hitching.

Yuni was a second-year in Ouran, and famed model—she was known world-wide--and Daiki was infatuated with her. Of course this was about her, everything was always about her. Recently, whenever Daiki wanted to talk it was about Yuni. How great Yuni was. How pretty Yuni was. How kind Yuni was.