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 Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 1:46 pm
Aiza smiled a little but the sadness was still in her eyes, "Sorry Mizushima-sempai. That's fine." Collecting her things she headed towards the upstairs music room. She sat at the piano and as she placing the music on the stand, she turned to Shinju, "Did you bring the script with you?" Everything she said and did was formal and polite. Aiza even sat a bit stiffly just wanting to get this over with.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 2:56 pm
"Yep," Shinju unrolled the slightly thick collection of paper that was tucked away in her back pocket. She leafed through the pages and came upon the scene with the sylph and James. She was quiet for a moment, running with a thought in her mind, then signaled to Aiza with her chin.
"You can start playing," she said.
Whenever the music started, Shinju began to sing in French. Her voice rivaled that of a siren's, rising and falling like the tide as she voiced the foreign tongue. Through the middle of the ballad, she silenced.
"That's all I have so far," she commented. "How was it?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 3:09 pm
Aiza stopped and stared at the girl with her mouth slightly agape. She had never heard a voice quite like that. Her singing was remarkable. It made her face hot and the tips of her fingers tingled a bit. The sound of her voice even made her insides melt and turn to mush. She closed her mouth and swallowed before speaking again. "I didn't know you could sing like sempai. That was amazing but I think it may need a few altercations." she said in awe then made her way over to Shinju. Taking the paper from her she began to change around words and phrases before handing it back. "Here, try it now," she said as she began to play again. Her petite fingers dancing on ebony and ivory keys.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 3:41 pm
Shinju glanced over the edited lyrics. She was unsure of the changes, but when Aiza's fingers began to frolic along the lane of black and white keys, did she start to sing again with the altered lyrics. Closing her eyes and placing her hand upon her bosom, she sang over the written lyrics, making up words on the spot. Too taken by the melody, she went on for a bit, and caught herself.
"Ah," She chuckled to herself. "It sounds great so far, though it is not finished, aha."
Her head tilted. "Do you want to take a break? I brought some iced coffee with me from a vending machine and wouldn't mind sharing some," she offered.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 4:08 pm
Aiza was thoroughly enjoying listening to her sing and when she heard the improvisation it was incredible. It wasn't so much the words or her voice, it was what the words meant. There was so much passion and Aiza knew that it must have come from deep in Shinju's heart. She was honored to hear it first hand.
Her hands stopped their movement, "Sure, I could go for a break. Oh, I love that kind of coffee!" she said excitedly, slightly stretching her fingers . "Would you like to sit beside me?" She asked as she moved to one side of the piano bench and patted the other side for her companion. Aiza tightened her pony tail a bit as she felt it getting looser.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 4:30 pm
Shinju fetched her tote bag and retrieved two of the many cans of coffee she had inside of it. Besides water, it was one of the beverages she drank religiously. Offering the drink to Aiza, Shinju nodded her head, and slid onto the piano bench next to her. The can snapped as it was cracked open and the inner pressure was released. The Etoile took a long swig, sighing when she removed it from her lips. She began to idly tap on the piano keys, not making a melody, but simply a following reflex as she thought.
"Do you happen to remember the poem that caused a stir a while ago?" She asked Aiza, though she did not look to her. "That has been a large inspiration for the ballad's lyrics. Sort of like a reply to them. That poem . . . It really touched me."
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 4:44 pm
Aiza took it and offered a smile of gratitude to Shinju, "Thank you". The girl popped the top to hers and took a sip. The drink filled her mouth with a sweet creamy tasting liquid that she rarely got to have; seldom did she actually get one but when she did it was a treat. The sound of the piano keys made Aiza look towards Shinju in curiosity which soon turned to a look of intrigue. "Ah, I see... you must've really liked it for it to inspire you this way" she stared down at the can in her lap "Are you trying to send her a message with your song? Do you know who the writer is?" she asked trying to seem less interested than she actually is, Did Umiko really tell her? She brought the can back up to her lips and took a casual sip a bit longer than the first.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 4:51 pm
Shinju shook her head. "No, I don't know who it is. Yet." Combing a loose fringe behind her ear, Shinju continued. "I know Umiko knows, but she won't say a word. I have a feeling it is connected to that journal she found that morning in the cafeteria."
A light blush crept up on the Etoile's cheeks. "Yes and no," she replied. "One cannot deny that the passion and love in the poem was insurmountable. Even I -- who is normally not moved by works of romance, even Shakespeare -- couldn't believe what was said in it. However, I know nothing of the writer. Not her name, her age, or even what school she's in. For all I know, I could be in love with a shadow." Shinju hushed up with after catching her breath. "See? Here I am saying I love this girl and I don't even know who she is. What if she is nothing I imagine her to be? What if this is all a prank? I just don't know what to think anymore."
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 5:03 pm
All of a sudden Aiza was faced with the best and worst moment of her life, the best news she's ever heard and the hardest decision she could ever make. Should she tell the girl that the poem was hers and confess or not? What if she doesn't believe me... The beating of her heart was so fast she almost couldn't hear herself think and her hands became so sweaty she wiped them off on her shorts nervously. Aiza took a deep breath and smiled at her, "She's real, trust me. You could say I'm pretty close to her I suppose."
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 5:13 pm
Shinju gave Aiza both a confused and surprised look. "R-Really?" Her choice stammered. "Wait, are you in the Arts Club in Lulim, Mudo-san? That would mean . . . " Her search would be lessened significantly if she took a look through the members list of said club. It was a popular club to join and the amount of people was rather large, but that didn't deter Shinju's determination. Her mind began to think logically. Considering the skill in the poem, Shinju could only think it was written by the best of the best. " . . . The club president? Is it the Arts Club's president, Mudo-san?" Her voice was peppered in excitement. Shinju was convinced she found who the author was.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 5:25 pm
Aiza giggled a little at how flustered and excitable the Etoile had become in a matter of short moments, "No, it's not the president, Mizushima-sempai" Aiza decided to become a little more involved in this guessing game. Just to give away a few hints to see if the older girl could figure it out, "You know her by name and she's a year younger than you. You've shared something with her on two different occasions." she began blushing more and now wished her hair was down so it would hide her face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 5:47 pm
Shinju sculpted the many corners of her mind searching for someone who fit Aiza's description. Despite being Etoile, she did not have many friends. Well, besides Umiko which was a given and Kotomi, who she wasn't speaking to at the moment. Even the three schools' presidents only looked to her for politics. Eventually, Shinju caught the obvious, and suddenly stood while considering Aiza with a look of complete astonishment. "M-Mudo-san," she began, but her voice hitched, and she wasn't sure how to take the news. It was the same way she reacted when Kotomi confessed to her the first time. "I don't know what to say . . . " And, in truth, she didn't.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 5:57 pm
It was weird, Aiza wasn't nervous anymore. The truth was out and it was like a weight had lifted from her shoulders. She was relieved. However she couldn't look at the other girl. She couldn't face the rejection. She knew it would come but she would try to hold it off for as long as possible. "I-its ok. You don't have to say anything now. I won't pressure you into anything." Standing, Aiza collected her things and bowed to Shinju, "I hope we can still continue to work on the ballad. I'd very much like to continue helping you and, if it means anything to you, I love the lyrics. They're beautiful." Her hand reached up to rub the back of her own neck, "I guess this is good night?" she said softly hoping Shinju would say something back or tell her not to go.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 6:17 pm
Likewise, Shinju couldn't even regard the other with a peripheral view. She had her back fully turned to Aiza and when the other chose to depart, Shinju gave her an absent nod in a silent farewell. Now she had more on her mind. It beckoned thoughts unasked for and when she finally left the music room, she fled to Umiko's dorm.
Two knocks on the door yielded nothing. Even waiting impatiently out of it brought no sight of the redhead. Eventually, The brunette rapped her knuckle on the door again, but it presented the same outcome.
Pressing her ear to the door, she heard a few mumbles, and finally cried, "Umi! Umi, if you're in there, we need to talk!"
Umiko swung the door open; half-naked. Mari was in the same state behind her, yawning widely. Shinju couldn't help her embarrassed blush.
"I- By the holy Mother, I didn't know you two were in the middle of, erm, something. If you want, I could leave-"
"Cut it, your bellowing killed the mood anyway," Umiko returned with a roll of her eyes. "Give us some time to dress and we'll let you in."
The door clicked into place and was finally opened when the two looked presentable. Shinju still felt awkward vibes radiating from both of them, though. They knew what her following question was going to be.
"I . . . thought you two broke up months ago," she said.
Mari blinked at her blearily. "We did . . . Umiko insisted we get back . . . together."
"Huh," When the redhead approached her twin from behind, Shinju turned on her heel and scowled at her. "Why didn't you tell me Aiza was the one who wrote the poem?" She fumed, almost yelling again. "She just hinted at it today!"
The water bottle Umiko was holding hit the floor. "Y-You're kidding. You're kidding!" She was beaming at Shinju here, but the brunette did not share the same attitude.
"What's with you trying to play Eros?!" She asked firmly. "Umiko, damn it, this isn't a game!"
"Don't blame me, it was Mari's idea!" Umiko childishly pointed to her girlfriend.
Mari yawned. "I'm just an Eros in love," was all she said.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 6:30 pm
She couldn't believe it... She had her chance, exposed herself to her love and the other girl didn't say anything. It destroyed her. Now she knew how Kotomi felt. She realized everything the other girl said was completely accurate. Aiza wasn't enraged though. She was numb and empty except for the painful black hole where her heart is being tortured. The sophomore crept quietly back into her own room. She didn't want to see or talk to anyone, not even her long time friend Kira, maybe Sunday. As she disrobed and climbed into bed she let the tears fall, thanking whatever forces may be that tomorrow was the weekend and she didn't have to interact with anyone if she didn't want to I'm just not gonna get out of bed.. Pulling her pillow to her chest and burying the bottom half of her face in it, Aiza sobbed. She sobbed until her face turned red and the skin around her green eyes were puffy. She openly sobbed until she finally fell asleep.
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