Spectrum: Boyxboy Chronicles

He couldn't get it out of his mind. The tall man that had quietly walked down the hall, his ebony hair tied in a thick ponytail. The way deep concentration marred his brow perfectly, his eyes lost in thoughts whirling about in his brain. Why had he listened to him play the whole piece and then simply left? Why had the ghost of a smile tilt his lips?

Talent. Everyone who heard Naoki play said he was talented. He didn't believe them; he never would, because in reality, he wasn't 'talented'. Without the piano, Naoki had nothing. In fact, the piano did all the work. It sat silently for hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades, mute. It needed loving fingers to talk to the world, to trill it's sweet melodies. That's what he told the violinist every time it came up. "I don't play piano. I merely press it's keys, and let it sing for the world to hear." Naoki smiled as his fingers caressed the ivory.

At the studio, Naoki felt alive. Important. He was surrounded by harmonies, and his love waited in the room for him. It was a great contrast from school, where Shigemitsu snarled at him and treated him like dirt. That didn't bother him though, because Naoki knew why he did it. The dark secret Shigemitsu held... Naoki dangled it over his head.

When Naoki is hurt, Shigemitsu is there. His act is hard to keep up when Naoki is exploiting his secret in such a sadistically beautiful way. It hurts Shigemitsu to know how Naoki really feels, but he was glad to be so close to Naoki. He knew that Naoki only truly hungered for the man two rooms over. It would always be that way, but Shigemitsu wanted to bathe in this life time opportunity whilst it lasted.

To think that it started out with a melody.