Angel of HEAVENS (Uta no Prince Sama)

Chapter Fifty-one

"Eiichi?" Catarina looked at the man in front of her.

"Hey," Eiichi greeted with a wry smile. Catarina nodded in return but looked at him in confusion.

"...Why are you here?" She asked, her voice low as to not wake up the others.

"I need you to come with you," Eiichi answered.

"Now?"

"Hmm." He took hold of her right hand to guide her. "Come with me."

"Ah,okay," Eiichi lead her out of her room to the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

"Just see." Eiichi lead them down the stairs and they reached the living room. Instead of going towards the main door like Catarina had expected, Eiichi took her to the other side of the room.

"Eiichi...?" Catarina asked when they stopped in front of the piano in the living room. He let go of her hand and went ahead to sit on the piano stool. He opened the lid that was over the piano keys.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice in a low whisper.

The brunette looked at her, his eyes warm. "Listen to this song." His fingers start pressing the piano keys. He knew how to play the piano too. Being the son of Raging Otori, it was to be expected.

"I wondered for so long
Losing you. . .
Losing the music that fills my world. . .

That was my biggest fear
This song that fills my soul
is a treasure
written by
your smile

You are the one
I'll always love"

"Eiichi...." Catarina gazed at the male. She felt various emotions welling inside her. "Beautiful..... Even if it was short, it was magnificent."

Hearing her compliment made him smile. He got up and held her hands again. "I wrote it for you. These are my honest feelings." He placed one of her hands on his chest, where his heart was.

"I...I'm happy." The blonde smiled softly. She could feel the faint thumping of his heart. It made her calm.

Eiichi then removed her hand from his chest but held onto it nonetheless and pulled her with him. He sat on the stool once again and this time pulled Catarina so she was sitting on his lap while facing the piano.

Even if Catarina was sitting on his lap, Eiichi was still taller by a head or so. He didn't let go of her hands and placed them over the piano keys.

"Play," he simply said.

"Huh...?" She looked up at him.

"Play the piano."

"Eii-" Before she could remove her hands from there, the male grabbed them.

"Don't back away," he sternly told her.

"B-but...I can't..!" It pained her to say this. She could feel herself tremble again. Not being able to compose was like a living nightmare.

"You can."

"No...!" Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. "You don't understand Eiichi! You don't understand what I'm feeling right now." A few tears slipped from her blue eyes. Eiichi remained quiet.