Melophobia | (Kousei Arima x Reader)

1 | The First Meeting

The click of shoes against the cold, washed, tiles.

The gentle swish of a dress against a pair of ankles.

The roaring screaming of crowds.

The way time seems to slow down to this moment, everything you've worked for comes down to this, you feel like nothing else matters.

The sound of a voice filling many ears.

The gentle hum of a piano, begging you to dance hand in hand with it in song.

The spotlight shining on you, and only you.

Preforming. It can cause a rush of anxiety for some, a rush of blood splashing through your veins for others. Preforming was in me, it cause that rush to come spiralling through me, for me to look into the crowd, and step into the magical world of song.

I loved the sound of music, the angelic sound filling my ears and begging, pleading, for my voice to run with it hand-in-hand. The sight of a hand gliding across piano keys was enough to roll my 4-year-old self into a bundle of excitement.

Then, just as if it never happened, my entire life was snatched away, and thrown into the dirt.

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August 31st, Wednesday, 20:40

Cherry blossoms fluttered through the August breeze, the bright orange and yellow sun beaming over-head. The sky was a brilliant, baby blue, sprinkled with white, fluffy clouds. Screeches erupted the beautiful silence, the scent of cigarette smoke and train smoke filling the atmosphere, taking over the cherry blossom one. Footsteps pattered onto the pavements, men in suits, women in dresses, students, and small children scattered all over the train stop, waving hello's and goodbye's to one another.

The young, (h/c) female glanced over to the man seated beside her, his bright red tousled hair dug deep into the newspaper, small grunts and snorts passing through the man's mouth. The young girl's hand grasped her father's shoulders, shaking the man's body a little.

"Father, we have arrived." His daughter whispered softly, swinging her backpack over her slim, shallow arm. Hearing his formal greeting, the red haired man rolled up his newspaper, stretching up his arms and passing a yawn through his mouth.

"Ah, ah, (f/n) I very much appreciate you telling me about our arrival. What time is it actually?" The man asked his daughter, whom replied,

"Eight forty-five father. Shouldn't we head home, it is getting late and rather chilly out." After hearing her sentence, the man nodded, following his daughter on the way to their humble abode.

As the two people walked the streets to their apartment, everything around them showed the signs of August coming to an end. The birds began caving into their nests, the leaves began to crumple up and fade into different oranges, browns and yellows, the wind took a ghastly turn for the cold. The sun up above began to sink downwards, the sky above being painted with a beautiful, navy blue.

The young female, (f/n) was fourteen years old, with cascading (h/c) locks, and bright (e/c) orbs that shone like the sun on a bright July day. The youthful girl was the daughter of the famous surgeon, Satoshi Sanaki, who had recently resorted to Japan hence to various job opportunities. His daughter, (f/n) Sanaki, attended the local junior school.

As the young man stumbled into his home, the phone placed upon the beige wall began to burst out with various rings and dings, rattling a little as it went. (f/n) flinched from the sudden outburst, hauling her bag to the ground as she pressed the item up against her ear.