My Inspiration

This is the video I'm basing my story on ^^ [I replace kuroki Meisa with Kawaguchi Haruna]

Our Sonata (Chapter 2)

It was during the early summer days I happened to meet him. It was after a weekly meeting at our private lodging; a meeting among leaders of our sub-houses and us the main house that I crossed paths with him. I have never met him before our first meeting.

It was a quiet walk, I remember, contrary to the meeting where the form of conversation was either through yells and cusses. I was walking around our traditional garden while dad had a few more discussions to make when I heard the long forgotten sound.

I didn’t realize how fast my steps were as I ran towards the sound and I was nervous even. That long gone dream suddenly resurfaced together with the excitement of watching my fingers danced to create a rhythmic and soulful melody. I have forgotten how alive music and melody is.

That was when I saw him, encased in a melodic trance in a dimly lit room only lightened by the small openings of the bamboo shutters of my mom’s music room. I thought to myself then of how long have I neglected this room and then there was this someone dared, to step foot into the room that I used to view as my fortress.

He stopped when he noticed I was standing at the door; watching him. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t either. I remember feeling overwhelmed at that very moment and I was also holding back my tears. It was because I realized that the song he played was the song mom had written. I had left the music sheet on the piano along with my memories with mom. I was tempted to enter the room, to once again be in the room re-living the moments with mom but I couldn’t. So in the end, I ran away. That person however stays in my mind because he made the music mom wrote alive.

Our Sonata (Chapter 1)

There is no need to reason with yourself when it comes to your absolute decision. I stand by this principle, word by word of it. I keep my reasons to myself and it shall remain that way. But, it wasn’t until he came into my life, breaking the principle I stood on for so many years. His presence opened my mind, he made me stand out where I never thought I could and most of all opening my heart to changes.

I used to think that I stand alone in this world. I may have hundreds of individuals around me but they never really know the true me and how fake my life was. I didn’t have anyone to talk to and to be open with. My parents might as well hand me over to an orphanage. The lives they lived ruined me; they were the infamous Yakuza clan within the entire Shizuoka prefecture and I am their daughter; the unfortunate heiress. They care for me but there is no love; so I grew cold. Whenever there was someone who wanted to be close to me, they kept asking the same question. ‘Why are you so cold?’ and their usual comments would be, ‘No one is going to befriend you if you’re this cold! What a Tsundere! ’I never wanted to reason with myself but they never stayed long enough for me to open up.

He was the only one that stayed.

I am in love with playing the piano because playing it was the only form of connection between me and mom. To me, she seemed like a different person when she played the piano. She looked peaceful and lovely; not the usual stone-cold and aloof persona she portrayed every time. She taught me to play and I enjoyed the moment we shared. I considered becoming a professional pianist once so that mom would be proud of me but, in the end it became only a consideration. I stopped playing when my mom died. It was untimely. I was given a slot for a piano solo in my school annual mini-concert and I can still remember the excitement of wanting to tell her. That however never happened. She died in a mafia raid. I became more broken then.

Only after he came into my life I started to play again.

For years after that I have been trained; as expected from an heiress for my parents’ legacy and I must say there were times I had considered to end my life but I trudge along and the drive was the people, my subordinates who look up to me. I didn’t want to disappoint them.

He was one of them.

This is the story of how my life has changed and it was all thanks to him.