Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Violinist and The Prince Edition 2 ❯ An Angel and a Demon ( Chapter 2 )

The Violinist and the Prince

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summary: ok so I've decided that I'm gonna write another longish type (if u can call un-break my heart long). this one I hope will have longer chapters and a better story line, and a less rushed ending. well here's the story line: its basically an alternate universe type fic, with Kurama as a successful musician and Hiei as a demon prince who is in search of his true love (yah I know hiei would never do that but that's why it's an alternate universe fic.) as always, please review ^_^ *after thought* im writing this while listening to rurouni kenshin backround music (departure) and if uve ever heard that, its kinda sad, so this fic might be VERY serious and sad. just a little warning o yah and yaoi/shonen ai coming up. jeez this summary is long ^_^;;. one more thing: I know what I'm talking about when I talk about music in this novel. I play violin and I've played parts in the pieces I talk about in this novel. And a three octave c major scale is NOT easy.

A/N September 25, 2004: This version (which is being posted on ff.net) has been gone over and edited, which has led to some parts being lengthened. The summary above is the original one that was written almost a year ago when I first posted this story. Wow, scary how fast time flies. Anyway, that's the reason why the real opening a/n is in this chapter instead of the previous introduction. Ok, I'm done now. Please enjoy this new version of The Violinist and the Prince

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It was a cold, dark night in the dead of winter. Wind howled through the trees, making the red haired boy shiver along with the bone-like branches outside. He looked around his small room. A small bed with cream-colored sheets was placed under the dark window with its view of the lemon tree that stood in his year. At the foot of the bed was his desk, made of fine oak wood, and his beautiful ebony chair. Along the wall stood three tall bookcases, each loaded with different novels, autobiographies, textbooks, and various notebooks. But on the bottom shelf of the second bookcase was where his life was stored. In this ordinary shelf were placed stacks upon stacks upon stacks of sheet music and music books. Every last piece that was in those stacks he knew by heart, from famous classical pieces such as the fifth Brandenburg Concerto by Johann Sebastian Bach to Johannes Brahms' fifth Hungarian Dance to more modern pieces such as Johann Pachebel's Canon in D.

The red haired boy was a master of the violin. He was considered to be one of the most talented musicians of his generation, and at the young age of thirteen he was accepted into the Tokyo Symphony as Principle First violinist, with the only person surpassing him being a sixty-year old man who had been playing for half a century. That was three years ago. But even after all this publicity, the red haired boy is still modest about his playing, and is kind to everyone he meets, including the few jealous enemies he had obtained throughout his short life.

Standing up from his ebony chair he walks to the other side of the room, his gorgeous hair gliding in the air left displaced in his wake. He appears to be an angel in that moment, so perfect, pure, and innocent. Bending down, he picks up his black plastic violin case and undoes the metal latches that keep the case closed and the treasure inside safe. Gracefully taking off the blood red, velvet cloth that is used to clean the wooden instrument, he carefully picks up the slender object. Made of maple wood, the violin reflects the pale light from its polished body. Carefully putting on the black shoulder rest and tightening the matching bow, he goes into the center of the room where the music stand has been placed. Quickly tuning the strings to perfection, he turns his head to the piece he must play. Green eyes scan the piece, reviewing the sixteenth notes, going over the measures for accidentals. He begins his practice by playing a simple, three octave C major scale. C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C, he listens to every note, making sure that they are flawlessly in tune. Only after assuring to himself that the notes are perfect does he begin to play.

Each note sways through the room, seemingly dancing with the other notes before it echoes away only to be brought back again. He rocks back and forth, allowing the notes to engulf him. During this dance of musical notes that was meant to only have one listener, the violinist, another hides unknown of by the red haired boy. The boy stands on the sidewalk outside on the sidewalk outside the red haired boy's home, gazing at him while he plays. The boy watches as the angel above him becomes one with the music. In his long life he had never seen or heard anything quite so beautiful.

The red haired boy plays for another few moments then stops to turn the page. It is in that moment that his green eyes stray out the window and he spies a short boy with spiky hair watching him from the street. He blinks once and the mysterious boy is gone. Deciding that it was only the street lamps playing light tricks he resumes playing, oblivious to the blood red eyes that are gazing upon him from the shadowy branches of the lemon tree that neighbors his window.

The boy, whose name was Hiei, sighed. ::That red haired boy is an angel. I never would have guessed that Ningenkai could produce such a beautiful being. I wish I could meet him, and possibly become lovers with him. He's so perfect. That's exactly why I can't see him. I'm a demon prince. I cannot taint such an innocent being:: He looked around at his surroundings. ::Hn. this will be a good enough place to sleep for tonight. At least I will be able to listen to more of this beautiful music:: His mind made up, he leaned back against the trunk of the lemon tree, closed his eyes, and fell asleep listening to the red haired boy's heavenly music. An hour later the light from the room was turned off as the red haired boy joined his unknown guest into the realm of dreams.

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ddc: good? bad? in between? its not the best ending of a chapter in the world, but if I ended it where I was going to it would have been really short and we can't have that! so please review and tell me if you like it or not! ^_^

a/n II September 25, 2004: I know that this chapter really isn't much different from the original, it's just shorter. This is because this chapter is actually my first draft of chapter 1 from almost a year ago. I wrote this in a notebook at midnight when the idea of this fic first hit. Of course when I typed it out I added a few lines here and there to make it longer and flow better, but in the "original" chapter that I posted online I added in a different part that I thought when I was re-reading this chapter didn't really fit into the plot just yet, so I deleted it. Anyway, that's enough from me. Please, please, PLEASE review so I can update again faster.

-Reviewer's Thank You's-

From Fanfiction.net:

Fairren: Good, I'm glad you like it so far. I hope you enjoyed this chapter too!

Robin Rainyday: Tehe you sound like me. Greedy, greedy, greedy. Does this count as more? Tehe hope you like the more I've posted!

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DemonandGoddess: Thank you sssoooo much for being patient with me DG! I was working on something to get published, but then I decided what the hell, I'm gonna start writing again. I've actually been concentrating mostly on Harry Potter fics lately, so if you wanna check those out look up my pen name (darkest demon child) on fanfiction.net and read them. And of course you gotta review cus I love reviews and I haven't been getting enough of them. Tehe, I'm so greedy. Hope you liked this chapter too!!!