Play Me a Sonata

Prologue: Coincidence and Cliche

   The grating winter storm struck upon Old Vexernio city on December 16th. The dark blue in the sky played centrifuge to the clouds as snow and rain spilled to the earth below. As the heavens cried shallowly, the wind howled trying to comfort them. The smoke from fireplaces near and far swirled and mixed with the tempest.. The building of Sacred Heart University had smoke billowing from the furnace as usual to compensate for the subzero temperatures.
        
       The sky was being torn by the massive buildings, skyscrapers essentially. The streets were crowded by lightly packed in snow and cars attempting to travel around. The buildings were all grey-scale with few windows to peer out of. Lights were lively among the particle brimmed firmament ranging from white to blue to yellow. The chilling oxygen and nitrogen mix encompassed the entire country.     
        
       Emilia Vichi- or Emmy, as she preferred- indulged herself to the beautiful Castavonian city. Her breath fogged the windows of the bus as she lost herself to the scenery; her ruby colored eye caught on to everything around it. Emmy had always thought that she'd been the curious type. More than anything, she wanted to know why the town had such large war factory buildings. Right next to her school, there was a missile production plant that was called the MPP for short. Why was it in such close vicinity to a university?
    
        Emmy moved towns frequently due to her father's service in the nations' expanding navy. This was the 3rd high school she'd be attending within her freshmen year. She took another heavy breath that moved her dark black hair like leaves picked up in the wind. Her all black attire laden with thick padding provided extra warmth, but still she shook from chills. She grabbed the single piece of colored clothing she had- an orange scarf that adorned her outfit.
  
    Her bus came to one more stop before going to its destination. Several of the huge gremlins rushed into the vehicle. Emmy watched them from the corner of her dull sapphire's gaze and realized that the seat she was in could fit one more person. She'd desperately wanted to sit alone, so she'd pushed her bag to take up the empty space. One more person got in, and before long their eyes had met. Emilia hissed under her breath. 'Great', she thought, 'there are no other seats left. He's going to sit next to me, isn't he?' She put an ear bud into her left ear.

    "I'm sorry, there are no other seats left. Do you mind if I sit here, madam?" the older male asked.

   Emmy's eyes narrowed as her hand swiped her bag back onto her lap. She glanced back to the window.
    
    "There..." she muttered. Emmy immediately grimaced and became flushed as the boy chuckled.

  "Say, what's your name, madam?" his soft green eyes focused on her facial features.

     He went to speak once more. "I'm Rain. Rain Knott, with a hard 'K'." His sight became drawn expeditiously to her two differently colored eyes.
 
    "I'm Emilia Vichi, nickname's Emmy. Why?"

     Rain was perplexed, "What do you mean 'why'? You seem interesting enough, I assume you've got some good friends to keep you company... Am I wrong?" Nervously, he went to brush the stray auburn hairs from his face.

    "I'm in a military family. We move a lot. I never get attached to any person or place."
  
     Rain cringed upon hearing that and went to take off his heather-gray glove. "That was insensitive of me, I apologize. How about those vision orbs of yours, why are they different colors?"

    "The ruby is my good eye, the sapphire's near blind. As for that, genetics is responsible, I think." Emmy's voice was very soft. "Is this a game of 20 questions?"
 
     Rain gave a toothy grin in response. "I want to know you. I guess it might as well be...So, what are you listening to?"

     "Ah... It's Scarlatti's Sonata in D Minor K.517..." She noticed how the male's interest had been peeked.
   
   "You enjoy piano music?" he asked sincerely.