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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 11:49 am
Zho smiled as he spoke with the piano-owner. He was bursting with happiness for him, the little boy's sad eyes immediately perked up when he saw that he could play the piano.
Zho quickly turned to Mei.
"I-Is he the naught? Is he the spirit?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 12:48 pm
“ We will have to wait and see. “ Mei said with a polite smile.
When Zho turned his attention back to the boy, he was already playing the piano skillfully, a man by his side, the tutor, impressed of his progress; there were people all around, everyday they went there to watch him play.
That’s correct, the time passed in a blink. Zho turning to talk to mei where enough to make the time flow eons. But Mei was no fool, controlling it or not, she was making sure that everything that had to be seen by zho were being seen.
The boy stopped playing. Everybody started clapping, it was amazing.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 1:56 pm
Zho felt so moved by the young boy's playing he clapped too, even though he knew he could not hear him.. He was amazing. Something Zho wished he was all those years ago. He already felt a steadfast connection with this young man. One that seemed to move through time.
He turned to Mei, his expression of admiration dissolving into one of sorrow.
"This... This doesn't end well does it?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:24 pm
Mei couldn’t help but look at Zho with a sad face but trying to smile.
“ We need to go ahead “ She said and then the entire place began to change again. The piano dissolved and gave place to a bed, the public vanished leaving behind just one single person that wasn’t there before. A man in white with a serious yet a bit hopeless face.
They were in a room and the pianist boy from before was now lying on a bed and he seemed very ill.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 2:17 pm
Zho's eyes went out of focus for a moment as they went through time again, it took him a few seconds for his eyes to refocus and when they did, he definitely wasn't happy about it. He felt his heart sink immediately, even though he knew it was coming.
His eyes continuosly flicked from the pianist's face to the face of the man who looked like the doctor.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:59 pm
“I have done all I could to make you feel better, now is Just a question of time until you feel better.” The doctor said, but he knew it wasn’t. A terrible ill plus no money to buy the medicine, there is no hope fur such a case. He bowed in respect and went away.
Being poor since the beginning, and music isn’t quite a well remunerated job. All the boy could do was to stay in the bed. He couldn’t help, how many days was it since he last touched the piano? It seemed like ages.
He was very weak but all his strength left was concentrated on His fingers. They were playing in a imaginary keys.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:02 am
Zho's normally happy face paled when he heard the doctor speaking. He began to gnaw on the tips of his fingers anxiously,
'I-I have to do something!' he thought to himself furiously. spotting a piano on the far-side of the young boy's room. He ran over it and tried desperately to shove it away from the wall and toward the young boy. but his hands passed through it futiley.
after a few seconds of throwing his hands through the piano he gave up. resigning to the boy's bedside. Watching him, his fingers moving fluidly. Trying to imagine what he was playing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:05 am
All Mei could do was to watch both of them. The dying boy and Zho’s effort going in vain.
He began to cough spilling blood from his mouth, stopping his silently melody he had to just lay down as he was. He coughed more and more, painting the sheet red. When it finally ended, he was not there, not anymore.
Silence took over the place.
A gently small yellow light was shining, there, atop the chest of the young boy.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:16 am
Zho staggered back when he saw blood come from the boy's mouth flow with blood. Lyrics of a song he had heard instantly sprung to his mind.
'There is love in your body but you can't hold it in. It pours from your mouth and spills from your skin..' The song would never be the same, he then noticed the light on the young boy's chest.
"What's that?" He asked, pointing to the light on the boy's chest.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:28 am
“It’s what we have been searching for the whole time. “ Mei answered, trying to smile. When you have seen tons of tragedies you kinda become insensitive to them, but she know how it was the whole situation seen by Zho’s eyes.
“ Go ahead, take it. “ With a clearer look it was possible to see that the light was actually a small bronze key.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 12:21 pm
Zho touched the key tentatively, hoping it wasn't hot. But when he touched it it wasn't, it was warm, pleasantly. he gripped it firmly and lifted it off the boy's chest, staring at it more carefully now.
"What is it?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:40 pm
“ It’s the key for the Versekct, but it Will only open in the right time.” Mei said with a smile. “ But we need to return now.”
And everything melted again, vanishing in white and dissolving when touching the ground. There were a moment that there was nothing but light and then everything turned in the old manor’s room again.
And they were there, sitting. They were there all the time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:57 pm
He blinked a few times when the room melted back to the way it was. He flicked his head around a few times. Making sure that it was in fact the room they were in.
"When is the right time?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 5:22 pm
“ You Will know when it’s the right time. “ Mei said with a smile.
“ Help this little guy to play to a great public, help his achieve this dream. We are counting on you~”
((Have IC Journal-entry depicting your Guardian's reaction to recieving the Naught, being given the Versteckt, and on the Last Memory))
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