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 Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 1:44 pm
This was so exciting! It would be the first time Fiori was going to have someone over at his home. This would be a very historic moment in Fiori's history that he would have to write down about right away as soon as he found his diary. Fiori had never invited anyone over before due to the fact that most people didn't like him. Which Fiori could completely understand, although it wasn't as if he could control the way he was. It wasn't as if Fiori tried to be a snobbish brat on purpose, he had just never really had much social skills when it came to forming a relationship with another person. From reading novels though, Fiori had learned the ways of making a friend and reading about how a friendship formed between two people.
Fiori had spent the last hour and a half trying to tidy up his small two-story traditional Japanese home in preparation for his first ever friend's arrival. Although the outside of his home looked traditional , the interior of Fiori's house looked much like any modern day home with all the modern styled furnishings you would expect to find, including a small living area, a modern styled kitchen with all the needed appliances like an oven and such, a bathroom on the first floor, and a second floor where Fiori's bedroom was located along with another bathroom. Fiori really hoped that Eiji would find his home comfortable.
Eiji honestly was the first friend that Fiori had ever had. Aside from his dolls of course, though they hardly counted as friends since they couldn't speak or listen to his problems. Fiori had made sure to put away all his dolls in a safe storage so that they would not scare Eiji away. Honestly, those dolls scare Fiori from time to time as well although he would never admit it. So the dolls were hidden now and the water was on the stove to boil so Fiori could serve tea along with the cookies he had baked in the oven earlier.
Now all he had left to do was wait for the arrival of his friend. Which was taking much longer than he had expected... and was when Fiori realized that he had forgotten to give Eiji a time. This was certainly not going as well as he had planned, but it was no problem. Hopefully Eiji sort of just estimated a time and was on his way here right now. In the meantime, Fiori moved about the house continuing to clean and as soon as Eiji got here, he will have everything nice and neat for his first ever guest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:38 pm
Ah, what could he do? He was so flustered without even knowing what he was flustered about. Honestly this was the first time he was going to visit anyone, never having a reason to do such a thing before, but still! Fiori was his friend. His first friend ever. He shouldn't be worrying, but he there he was. He had barely sat still from the moment he had received that address. It wasn't as if he truly believed that Fiori could do something about this inability to create music anymore but the mere fact he was invited was enough to force his mind to return to the fact way and over again as he tried to keep watch of the things going on outside his window.
Pulling the hood of his coat lower over his eyes, so to hide from the eyes of the people walking around him, he stopped a couple times to ask for directions. Fiori's house wasn't far but he had to make sure that he was in the right place. Of course that ended up with people looking at him strangely. It wasn't everyday that you saw a strange boy with his face hidden walk up to you and talk to you just like that.
With this and that he finally ended on the address listed on the paper with Fiori's neat handwriting. The house looked pretty traditional, thing which wasn't all that out of place in the Shomonkai, really. Though it rather surprised him that Fiori of all people didn't live in some kind of grand mansion or something of the sort. After all from what he knew from books, Fiori did behave like a little prince. So, he simply stood there, in front of the door, hanging between his indecision and his surprise for the house until he was finally able to knock on the door.
He sincerely hoped this wasn't an odd time to come to Fiori's home though. The boy had only said to 'meet him there' but failed t mention when. At first Eiji thought the sooner the earlier would work, but then kept telling himself to wait and be patient until it came to this...
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 11:20 am
As soon as Fiori heard a knock on the door, he sprung up from his sitting position at the kitchen table and bolted over towards the entrance, "Coming!" Fiori called out as he unlatched the lock on his door and slowly opened it. Fiori smiled as he found Eiji standing at his door step, "Eiji, you came. Come inside, I've got tea and cookies if you are thirsty or hungry." Fiori tried his best to hide his over excitement of having Eiji over, though it showed a bit through his usual serious demeanor.
Fiori led the way for Fiori over to the kitchen table, wondering if Eiji was surprised that the inside of his house looked like this. There was a long story behind it actually, but Fiori would explain it to Eiji if he decided to ask. "Did you have any trouble getting here?" Fiori asked him as he went over to the kitchen cabinets to get the sugar jar just in case Eiji liked sugar with his tea like Fiori did. He returned back to the table where a steaming pot of green tea and two small china tea cups sat waiting for them.
Fiori picked up the pot and poured the tea and then went over to the other side to pull the chair out for Eiji before taking his seat on the other side. "I'm sorry if the house is a bit of a mess... after tea though, we can get started on trying to get your motivation for playing piano again." Fiori gestured over to the small white grand piano that was on the other side of the living room. Although he would have gotten a bigger one if not for the limited space that his house had.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 12:58 pm
Despite his worry that Fiori might not be home Eiji didn't have to wait long; only a few seconds of anxiousness and uncertainty until his friend opened the door to greet him ever so warmly. He found himself able to do nothing but simply crack a weak smile in response as he was taken in and led to the small yet welcoming interior of the house -which surprisingly didn't look all that traditional at all. "No, no." he made haste in replying when Fiori asked if he had trouble getting there. "In fact, my home isn't all that far from here." he explained. "Although I was a little frightened of not being able to find it..." he admitted, quickly looking away to hide his embarrassment.
Taking his seat, sitting on the edge of it actually, not being used to such kinds of procedures, he quietly waited for Fiori to return with the teapot and nodded quietly at the mention of his playing. "Don't worry about it" he said. In fact he couldn't determine a 'mess', the only thing sure was that it was more crowded than the empty rooms of his own home. At the mention of the piano, however, and more over the gesture towards the actual instrument, he felt his heart skip a beat as he turned his head to look in that direction.
The first thing that came to his mind the moment he laid his eyes on it was that it was beautiful. The piano's white body was seated there, neatly, patiently, like a loyal companion animal waiting for its master, its friend to be by its side and give it a voice. Its elegant curves went with the flow, complementing its form to the best of their abilities. A smile of hope lit up his face for a second. If he could play then all would be better, wouldn't it? If he played he could be happy again. Do the only thing he knew how to do.
It was only for a single second though. Just a single second until fear crawled up inside him and tore his soul apart. How could he touch those wonderful keys with those hands? His eyes quickly shifted, lowered to his hands that were now clutching the cloth of his jacket as if his life depended on it. There was a knot down his throat, threatening to choke him. He was running out of air. Out of time. He couldn't play. How could he have hoped to? No... not with those hands. His music was broken as it already was. Were he to play the piano...
"Yes, go ahead and play it. Why don't you play. Eiji?"
No, he had to resist. Were he to play... who knows what could happen if he-
"It's calling to you, isn't it? Listen to the darkness in your heart, Eiji... You were the one who composed Snowfall, after all."
No. He wasn't... couldn't be hearing voices again. And he couldn't. Just couldn't let Fiori find out about this. About all of this. About the one thing that destroyed him all along. It was a good thing that he didn't easily display emotions.
"Fiori, I was wondering..." he quickly decided to change the subject. "You live in a Japanese home but the interior..." he trailed off looking around him -cautiously avoiding to lay his eyes on the piano again, 'less he risked getting that urge to play again.
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