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Miyazono Kaori POV:

It was such a surprise to me that days after I had my surgery, I would suddenly discover that Kousei had gone missing. He was all over the news for a year until other news had covered it. Seto Hiroko never spoke or told us anything. She was too silent. She did even distance herself away from us until Tsubaki and I had never seen her anymore. Watari Ryouta seemed to know something but he never told us any updates regarding Kousei's case. He only said that Kousei's disappearance was classified. His lips were sealed. He can't tell us anything about his case even if his father's the lead investigator. What surprised the two of us was that we had discovered that he would be leaving Japan and migrating to the USA just right after graduation. Tsubaki and I were left wondering what could have happened to Kousei when he had left Japan alongside his father. Six years later, I was invited to study in an elite school called 'Nevada Elite Music School' where a lot of Americans and International Students gather to play instruments.

"Anna!" spoke a fellow Japanese right beside me while we were in the Freshman Ceremony. She was talking to her white friend. "That Japanese boy on stage who's going to play the piano? I have heard that his father's selling weapons."

"I don't care, Mariko," she said as she immerses herself in the soft melody that the pianist played on stage. "It's bringing me in a strange, cloudy world."

It's true. He was just playing a very simple piece by Mozart but I couldn't even hear any mistake while he was playing. It was as if, he was rocking you back and forth in a weird dark lullaby. It's too pleasurable to hear it.

"I heard he was trained by Francis Atkinson and tutored by Melody Silverson," spoke another white man right beside me. "All of us had gone through audition but he was such an exception. I think it was obvious enough. He was just too good."

"Who is he?" I asked him. "He did look like one of my friends. The difference was just their eyes, though. My friend wears eyeglasses."

"Hi," he gave his hand for a handshake. "I'm Sam. Sam Forests. I play the guitar. What about you?"

"Violin," I answered him. "So, do you know anything about him?"

"He's Arima Ashworth, heir of Ashworth Group," he told me. "He was born in Las Vegas but had stayed in Japan for the rest of his childhood until his father took him home here."

I stared at Arima again when he had already finished playing the piano. I don't know if I had imagined it but our eyes met. He seemed surprised to see me that he immediately took his eyes away to shake hands with the Dean of Music Department, Professor John Oliver Gresham. Arima was welcomed by Professor John and moments later, he was guided at the back of the stage. He seemed to have a special treatment in this school. Who is he?

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I was staring back at the window inside the classroom when the Academics Class had begun. Arima Ashworth had sat in front of me. I can see his blue eyes staring back at me. The blue eyes were obviously contacted lenses and those were just for vanity. I'm sure he didn't need those. 

"Ms. Miyazono," he spoke back to me. "Who had written Pride and Prejudice?"

I stared at him and at our female professor who was also looking at me. I knew that I have to answer but I don't know the answer. I blushed. Arima really looks like Kousei and he's making me blush. No. Please don't be red! I can't make him know that I was staring at him and I am afraid to have feelings towards him. He's not Kousei, isn't he?

"Ms. Miyazono!" Professor Winston screamed at me. "Where is your head?"

"Sorry ma'am," I said as I stand up and bow. "Really sorry, ma'am."

"I can answer the question, right?" Arima told her. Our professor nodded. "The author of Pride and Prejudice is Jane Austen. She is an English author in the Georgian Era."

"Thank you, Mr. Ashworth," she said to him with a huge smile. His English Language seemed to be native, now. Right. He had lived in the USA for three years now as I have heard.

"Can anyone tell me about the story of Pride and Prejudice before you all begin watching it?" she asked us.

I raised my hand but it was Karen Hamilton, a girl with brown hair was called. "It centers on the turbulent relationship between Elizabeth Bennet, the daughter of a country gentleman, and Fitzwilliam Darcy, a rich aristocratic landowner."

"Good!" she told all of us as the lights of the room go dark. "You will summarize the story and analyze it. That's an assignment."

Sam nudged at me as the movie began and whispered in my ear, "Everyone saw you blush. Be careful. He has many fans."

"Fans?" I whispered back. "He has fans?"

"Well," he stopped talking when we both saw him staring at us. "Was he staring at us?"

Since he might have been aware that we saw him staring at us, he started watching the movie and looked away from us. This time around, I was the one watching him. His irises were only contacted lenses. More on, I saw how lonely his eyes were. Was he not a happy individual? Why isn't he happy?

Two to three hours later, after the movie ended, I knew that I would want to approach him and talk to him. Arima immediately took his black suitcase. He was about to leave our room when I had chosen to speak up to him. I don't know why there was a feeling down in my heart that I know who he is.

"Hi," I began. "Your name is Arima Ashworth, right?"

"Yes," he answered. "Why do you ask?"

I don't know why but he was so sexually attractive. His voice was so strong that it shows maturity but still, lonely and mysterious. He seemed to be trying to immediately leave and was trying to hide his panic around me. His hands were clenched and when I saw that, he immediately hid it.

"I'm new around here. You seem to be the only Japanese in our class," I started as I keep having contact in his eyes. "Can we be friends?"

"Friends?" he chuckled. "Sorry. I got to go. I still have other responsibilities here in school."

I quickly held his right hand before he even left that made him stare at me again. "That's a lie."

He faced me back again and removed my hand away from his hand. "Can I ask what you really want?"

"You look like my missing friend," I told him. "Heard anything about Kousei Arima? Do you know who he is?"

I saw his left hand clench and stare out behind him. 

Where was he looking at?

There were only guards from different elite people outside the room.

"I don't know any Kousei Arima, " he answered me. "Who is he?"

Sam immediately approached me and held me out of his way which totally irritated me. 

"Kaori!"

As he leaves the room, ten men wearing suits covered his front, sides, and back. 

They followed him wherever he goes and to my surprise, I saw him cry as he stares back at me.

I pushed Sam away from me so I can move freely again. "What do you want?"

"We'll be in Math Class next, right?" he answered. "Let's go walk together."

"I was talking to Arima! You interrupted me!" I shouted. "If you didn't interrupt me, I could have gotten a response from him!"

"What kind of response?" he asked me as we begin walking together.

"He looks like Kousei," I cried out. "I don't know if it was him or I'm just imagining."

He took a deep breath and we both stopped walking. "Who's Kousei?"

"A friend," I answered him. "He was missing for a very long time, now."

"I can spy if you want," he told me. "I'll tell you everything I'll see."

"No!" I answered him. "You don't need to."

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