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A slightly dirty Tonkinese who was of fifteen years was relaxing in the park. It was the most familiar of all places to him. A beautiful scenery was just perfect for many of his usual activities, such as sleeping, playing, people watching. The list went on and on. Upon this cool, moonshine filled night the youngster was sleeping down in the bushes. His fluffy tail twitched softly with every change of a note that came from a gorgeous sounding stringed instrument. It wasn't that Ikuto was disrupting Achilles' slumber. Actually, Achilles was just about to wake up anyway. This was just more pleasant to be woken up by.

Light grey blue eyes fluttered open to the tune that floated on the night breeze. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dark as he sat up straight, finding his way out of the bushes and into the open. "W-where's this music coming from?" He asked himself as he looked around. On a small mound in the park he spotted a very sorrowful looking Bombay. With him was a magical looking instrument that Achilles wasn't to familiar with. He wanted to approach and ask what this thing he was holding was, but he was a but nervous. Achilles walked over to the tom anyway, defeating his fears for the most part, but he was still shy. So, he only stood at a good distance and watched, admiring the music.

As the Bombay slowed his playing and came to a stop the silent observer stared with a softer expression. How come he stopped? Achilles didn't want him to stop. In fact, he had hoped he would play longer to keep his taste for this music alive. It was rather beautiful. It wasn't until Ikuto's fur bristled and his tail started to twitch about that Achilles grew more and more anxious to get out of there. Maybe this cat wouldn't be pleased to have an audience. Perhaps that's why he was playing in the middle of the night. It seemed like his rapid heart beat froze when finally Ikuto stared right in his direction with a serious expression.

The boy wanted to run, he wanted to get out of this place, but he feared running would make things worse on him. Seconds passed as they stared at once another, the younger unable to speak and the elder seeming to be lost in a daze. When Ikuto finally turned and stooped down to place his violin in the back Achilles had a sudden second of courage and spoke out, "Why are you stopping?" It wasn't common for the boy to speak out like that, but he desperately didn't want to music to come to an end so soon.

Achilles felt fullish for not recognizing the end of a song when he heard one. It wasn't like the young thing understood music very well, though. "O-oh..." he said softly to show he understood now why the older cat had stopped playing such wonderful, relaxing music. That didn't stop him from wanting to hear more though. "I.... I can't sing, but I would like to hear more... if it isn't to much trouble. I think ... it sounds really beautiful." Slowly the Tonkinese took small steps towards the other. "Would you?"

Achilles gave a relieved smile as the Bombay boy agreed to playing one final song for him. "Thank you," he spoke hardly above a whisper, hoping that Ikuto would hear his dangerously soft voice. As the instrument was brought out for a second time the Tonkinese inched closer and closer, hoping for a better seat. Once he was maybe five feet from the musician he sat down on the grass, looking up at the black furred male as he pulled the bow carefully over the strings.

It was interesting how this song was similar to the last. Achilles expected something more lively or flamboyant for the final song, but it was just as sad and lonely as the first. Watching carefully to Ikuto's expression Achilles could very well tell it had some personal meaning to the song, or at least to the instrument as a whole. Once the song ended Achilles shifted up so that he was standing instead of sitting aside the stranger. "Why sad songs?" The boy was curious, so why not ask?

Achilles observed the other male lower his instrument from it's proper playing position and opened his ears to listen carefully to what this older fellow had to say. Memories? If this music was his memories than Achilles only guessed that he must have had a sorrow filled past. "Oh, I'm sorry..." he apologized for the assumption that gathered in his head. Ikuto placed his instrument in his bag and questioned Achilles about whether or not he usually asked strangers such personal questions. "Actually, I really don't. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," another apology came, just as sincere as the first. Achilles was never to fond of making others uncomfortable. In fact, he usually tried to avoid asking questions, fearing this very reaction. Yet, it didn't seem terribly horrible. The Bombay sat and watched him, making little Achilles feel put under some sort of pressure. "May I ask you another question?" He asked permission first before launching another thought at the man, even if he already asked a question about asking a question.

Achilles felt his mood slop down into guiltiness as the Bombay brought up the fact that he could have been a little bothersome. "I um... could leave. That's helping, right?" He stated but took the opportunity to continue with his other question before it was to late to ask. "Do you play in the night because you don't want anybody else to hear?" He sat beside the male with his ears folding back ever so lightly. Giving away that he was slightly nervous about being so close to this man.

Ikuto was a very intriguing person to listen to. His voice was always so calm, so mellow and serious. Achilles found it slightly exciting to meet a person who was so different from others. He plays such a beautiful instrument and yet shows off to nobody. Could it be that he was humble, or maybe it was the tom's selfishness.

Now that the Tonkinese had discovered why the male was out here in the dark, all alone, he figured what question was coming next. The black cat indeed asked just that question Achilles was anticipating and he took his time to think of the right answer. "Uh..." he paused shortly after starting. What would it matter to tell this male the truth? "I sleep here... this is my home for now..." He wanted to find a more comfortable place but this was all he had for now.

When his response was finish Achilles looked up at the sky at the many stars tinkling in the blueish black of outer space. "Does it bother you?" He asked not turning his head from the scene above them, "that I listened to you play." After a second or two of waiting for an answer Achilles turned his head back down, letting his grey blue eyes stare with a hint of worry in them.