Young Musicians
Shuu's POV
I was in my room lying in my bed listening to my music. After what seemed about 5 minutes I felt someone's presence in my room. I opened my eyes to see no one inside 'maybe it was just my imagination' I mentally thought. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep
Timeskip~ 2 hours
I wanted to play my violin after taking a nap. I went to my cabinet where I keep anything that's related to music. Once I opened it......it was gone. 'it couldn't have disappeared. could it?' I mentally thought. Then I remembered that I felt a presence here a while ago. 'It must've been Ayato' I thought. Ayato is usually the first person you go to if you lost your own things. After a while I saw ayato in his room. "Ayato wheres my music notes?" I asked with a hint of anger. "Ahh? what are you talking about? sure I once took one of your earphones but that was because I wanted to borrow them. But I only take things that are worth my time" Ayato said "Maybe it just fell somewhere" he said. and with that I left his room. 'maybe I did left it somewhere' I thought. I started walking towards the music room to check if I left it there. As I was getting closer I heard music playing
~Play Video~
When they were finished I wanted to know who were they. The way they played is very beautiful. Almost as if they're playing in the shining heavens. I took a peep through the door that was sligthly open. My eyes' widened when I saw who was behind that beautiful melody... Two young people, a boy and a girl. They both have white hair. Their backs were turned so I couldn't see them. I heard them mumbling some sentences but I couldn't make out what they were talking about. They were about to turn around but I quickly teleported to my room thinking about what just happend. "who were they?" I asked to myself, then I started to think about the situation............'wait thats it' I thought as I teleported to where ever my father is. I saw him outside thinking to himself. "What was the surprise you told us about?" I said in a slightly monotone voice. "Oh, that" he said as he turned around to face me "Well, I don't want to spoil the fun and reveal who they are completely. Where's the fun in that?" he chuckled "until all of you have met them and have your own 'problems' with them I won't say a single word related to them" he said then disappeared to who knows where. I then teleported back to my thinking about them. "I wonder who they are?" I questioned myself.
-With the Twins-
Yusuke's POV
"Do you think he liked our little performance?" Yoriko asked a bit excited "Well it looks like it" I said a bit excited too. A while ago we were playing "Love Story". I forgot who was the composer of that beautiful piece. It was a violin and piano duet - me on the violin and Yoriko on the piano. I wonder if he heard our little and quiet conversation a while ago? a while ago we were quietly mumbling to each other whether or not we should introduce ourselves to him. we heard that he's the eldest sakamaki. But our father told us that we have to wait a little longer. "I wonder if he created these notes himself" Yoriko asked as she opened the music notebook that we 'borrowed' from our older brother. "Well we should give them a try" I said getting ready to play my violin. "But its only a violin piece" Yoriko said a little sad since she can't play the piano if the piece he made is only for violins. " *yawn* Can we do it tommorrow? I'm a bit tired" I said in a sleepy tone. Then Yoriko yawned too. "Okay, we should" after we said that I placed my violin in its case and I left it in the music room. Then we both teleported to our room. "Goodnight" we said to each other as we let sleep take us over.
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A/N: Well I tried to make the twins here as active as possible. I hope you all enjoy it. Please comment down on what you think about this book and if you have any suggestions or ideas for this book please put it in the comment section. Remember, I update frequently. Take Care Minna
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