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!DowN/N3yMY 03/05/12(Mon)00:08 No.18209010
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You remember the first violin you touched.
It was about half a year after that incident with the Cello player.
You were walking home late at night through a particularly bad part of town when you heard this beautiful melody coming form an abandoned building.
When you investigated the source you found an old man, a derelict, living in what was once an office on the second floor.
"Oh, whats this? Do we have a visitor?" the blind musician asked the dozens of cats around him.
"Come forwards lad, don't be afraid." he told you.
"Do you like music?"
For days you came back to Grandpa's ,he wouldn't let you call him anything else, and sat there listening to him play.
You'd bring him what food you had to spare and the two of you would share it.
After about a week of listening in on him, he let you try out his violin.
Weeks and weeks you practiced on that old beautiful violin. Your deft fingers, well trained by manual labor, learning how to play quite quickly.
Near the end of the first month after first hearing his song, it happened.
You were there in his home, playing with the cats and listening to him play, when the shouting started.
"OLD MAN! WE KNOW YOUR IN HERE!" violent voices yelled from inside the building. "COME OUT!"
"Hayate, RUN!" Grandpa told you as he shoved you towards the nearest fire exit, in your hands he placed his violin. "RUN ON HOME!"
And run you did.
You never got to check in on Grandpa after that, your father signed you up to work on a tuna boat for a month.
When you did finally manage to come back to shore, you found the violin gone from the closet where you hid it, and the abandoned building being torn down. |
