Melody of our Love (Rewriting)

Chapter 03 - Where Do I Go?

Chapter song - Where Do I Go? by Anna Blue

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The tension grew like a typhoon, lightning cackling between their eyes — invisible sparks of electricity, hatred passing back and forth. Shu didn't have anything against her, honestly. She was that one cousin everyone had whom you wished you didn't have but was ever present in your life every single minute. But for some reason, since they were young, since they were around five, Edna had beef with him.

It could be anything. The last piece of chocolate. Their favourite teddy bear. Even when their parents encouraged them to play instruments to the crowds — mostly in family dinners in front of the relatives, Edna was determined to humiliate Shu. Like that one time she tripped him and he fell face first on the stage. He was seven but he was still embarrassed upon the incident — from time to time he would scream into the pillow remembering the shame written upon his face. He never got to sing that day and he refused to step onto a stage for quite a while, especially if it was at family dinners.

Relatives always made it worse.

For Edna's advantage and Shu's vital disadvantage, her parents and their family adored her. She was the doll, the star child, absolutely drop-dead gorgeous baby of the family who talked with this cute foriegn accent because she grew up mostly in her penthouse in America. And Kurenai Shu was the rarely present, shy, skinny boy who was shorter than her — yes, that played a major role in those days, their height though now Shu was at least a head taller than her. It was mortifying to think there was a time he had to look up at Edna. He didn't even know his relatives much, his parents didn't have much to do with them because the three of them were too invested in their own tiny bubble of life and affection to care about others.

Shu liked that.

"Do not Hello me," She said, switching to English. Valt tilted his head at the sudden change of their attitude and the language. He was not the brightest when it came to foriegn languages. "What are you doing here?"

Shu shrugged, "The same thing as you? Studying music."

"You," She growled, her uncertain hand hovering over the space between them. A guy whistled, breaking the thick tension growing, the rest of the class — both E and A casting wandering glances among them.

"You know him?" The guy asked in Japanese, bringing back the conversation to the native language. Edna didn't answer. Her unnaturally blue eyes — Shu had always wondered why they creeped him out — stared at him with unsettling anger.

The guy peered into Shu's face, blocking Edna's face in front of him momentarily. A lazy finger planted under his chin, so the albino would look at him in the eye. "You're the new guy."

Shu stepped back, slapping away his hand. "Don't touch me."

The guy raised his brow, his face slanted into a smug grin. Edna interfered before he could speak. Her slender fingers wrapped around Shu's wrist as he was dragged out of the room. The surprise of the sudden action caused Shu to follow along until they stopped right outside the door, out of earshot of the rest of the class. "Explain." It was a command.

Shu leaned back against the door frame. "Explain what?"

"What are you doing in a prestigious Music School like this?"

Shu didn't know how to answer her. Honestly, he didn't want to. "I passed the interview," Shu offered. "And here I am."

Edna's eyes lingered over the symbol on his chest, a slanted cursive E embroidered to the gym clothes. Her perfect full lips curved upwards, "Suits you, the class I mean. Because last time I checked, you could barely hold a tune."