Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Violinist and the Prince ❯ Violins, Trees, and a Prince ( Chapter 1 )

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.

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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. 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. There was 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 at the violin. He was considered to be one of the most talented musicians of his generation. 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 his jealous enemies.

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 notes which should only have one listener, 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 he 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 definitely wouldn't mind sleeping 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.

Sunlight streamed through the branches of the lemon tree to the window and into the small room. The red haired boy slowly blinked his eyes and squinted in the brightness. Sitting up slowly, he looked outside and saw a very strange site. There appeared to be a small boy with spiky hair asleep in the lemon tree. He remembered the mysterious figure he saw the night before. :: maybe it wasn't a light trick. But if he was able to disappear that fast, he can't possible be human! I'd best go outside and hope that he doesn't wake and run until I can grab him and question him:: With that decided the red haired boy quietly ran out of the house, careful not to wake his sick mother, and silently climbed the tree. Settling himself onto the thick branch where the mysterious boy who looked to be no older than thirteen and had long spiky black hair with a white starburst in the center, a white bandana wrapped around his forehead, small black shoes over bandaged feet and ankles, black pants, over which was a blue robe-like tunic that came down past his knees and was framed in a line of yellow. To complete this odd wardrobe he wore a light blue long sleeved shirt under the robe and a matching blue scarf. He looked so young and peaceful sleeping there. The boy couldn't force himself to wake him, he looked so innocent. As if sensing the boys on him the strange black haired boy opened his eyes, revealing blood red irises. Looking to his left he saw the red haired boy and was about to run when his arm was grasped by the boy.

"Please don't go. I did not intend to wake you. I just noticed you when I woke up and wished to inquire as to who you are and why you are sleeping in my tree," he questioned politely.

The black haired boy gave him a quizzical look, and furrowed his eyebrows under his bandana, as if deciding whether to answer or not. After a moment he replied, "My name is Hiei. I am from a far away place, and I was walking along this street last night when I heard you playing that strange instrument. It sounded so beautiful, and then I thought you caught a glimpse of me, so I ran and climbed into your tree so you would not know I was listening. It was so soothing that I fell asleep."

The red haired boy was shocked at how deep his voice was when he appeared to only be thirteen. "How old are you? You look so young, yet you sound and speak as though you are very old."

The other boy thought about it. ::If I say that I'm 300, he will think I am mad. What is a good age. Oh gods I wish I understood ningens more:: "I'm sixteen. I have always appeared younger than I truly am. I do not mean to intrude, but I wish to know of your name as you have been so kind to me, before I leave to find a place to stay."

"My name is Minamono Shuichi. And if you are requiring a place to stay, I'm sure my mother would not mind if we had a guest over for a while. That is if you wish to stay here."

"As long as I do not impose on you or your mother I would be happy to stay here."

With that both boys jumped from the tree branch and walked into the home of Minamono Shuichi.

In case you didn't know already, in Japan you refer to a person with their last name first and their first name last. So in America Kurama's human name would be Shuichi Minamono, but in Japan it is Minamono Shuichi.

darkdemonchild: 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! ^_^

*after thought * when I was describing Hiei's outfit I was going by a picture I found of him on the net. If anyone wants a copy I can send it by email. it's a good pic just to tell u ^_^ hiei is so kawaii in it!!