『 Mistake 』

『 Bad Feeling 』

01.02.19

3400 words

『 Bad Feeling 』

Klavier Rukas had to admit that he had his fair share of wrongs and rights; but never in his life would he think that he'd be afraid of his coming death. Ever since his son had passed away, he knew this day would eventually come, but neither did he expect to feel such sadness nor agony of dying in his own kin's hands. Though the fated day had come, he wanted to cross over to the other side with his beloved treasure.

Moving into Konoha was a hassle, but moving AND maintaining a grand piano was a lot harder than crossing through borders and climbing through mountains. It was, in fact, a bit of his fault for refusing to place the damned piano in a storage seal because that's how he dearly loved the piano.

And, it wasn't just an ordinary piano.

Though dwelling in the past is not good, Klavier recalled the events that occurred hours before; meeting kind shinobis who accepted his small request to move the piano in an open field and for them to witness his last performance just to reminiscence his old days with his kin, and meeting someone who loves music as much as he does.

Sure, the old man might've had rusty senses, but the one thing he's really good at-looking into people's eyes to learn who they are-definitely made him discover someone that he thought he'd never see again in his timeline. The young silver-haired child was beyond his expectations.

Klavier's keen eyes didn't ignore this.

The seemingly innocent face pasted on the young boy's head truly hid the way how his eyes had looked like. The young boy was pitying the piano. The piano. Moreover, those eyes do tell otherwise of how innocent he might've looked; again, those eyes shouldn't look like they've went through hell and back.

The old man really wanted to approach the young boy, but doing that right now would be a bit inconvenient. He hesitated at that moment. He didn't want to linger in a child's memory knowing that this would be his final day.

But it was too good to pass up. So, when opportunity came, he approached the child when their group decided to come with them... and he was right; the child have a heart for western instruments. It's rather comforting to know than other than his old clan, another person admires the unusual piece of instrument.

When he invited the young child to be with him, he couldn't shake off the fact that the child reminded him of his own son. Though they differ in looks, their passion with music is definitely through the roof. He didn't think twice and played, preferably his last play, the piano, hoping that the child would be invited by the tune to play.

To his surprise, the child was a complete natural. The young boy play extraordinarily for his young age. It was honestly enthralling. He didn't want to question whether the child was only guessing notes beforehand in his mind to play, or he knew the piece from the very beginning.

Klavier was tempted to sit back and watch the child play. The little fella's little hands moved like a professional. His closed eyes gave away that he's confident about the piece he's playing, not doubting himself to make no mistake.

It was almost a shame when their duet ended.