NH Threads || The Studio - 001
Kakashi led the way to his home, and soon, they pulled up. It was a nice three story home, a big yard with large lush trees and flowers. It was rather picturesque looking home. After pulling into the garage, he climbed out and gave a sharp whistle, chuckling as he heard the stampede of paws rush towards him. He knelt and greeted the dogs one at a
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But perhaps it was to be expected of a guy who owned a Stradivarius?
Getting out of his car and pocketing his keys, Shisui walked up to the dogs, smiling. "Hey guys~" Man that one guy looks scary... "Yeah definitely not Poms," he said, laughing. Which is also when he realized he had Skittles in his pocket and his laughter faded into a slightly nervous one. Turning to Kakashi, hand in his pocket crumpling that bag of Skittles, he whispered: "They're not going to come at me like wolves to beef jerky, are they? 'Cause I've got Skittles in my pocket..." Memories of Uncle Madara's cat began to creep into him now ( ... )
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Shisui had patted the dogs then, eventually bending down to actually play with them a bit. It took him a while to get used to the biggest dog, though, and he almost jumped back, only lightly patting him, still a little uncertain~
Well, he was working part time as a criminal profiler (more like a consultant), but that really wasn't getting him much cash flow :< Oh world, why are you so unfair?
Still playing, his voice broke slightly towards the end. Shisui managed to stop himself, though, and continued until the end, sighing softly as the last note faded into the air. He was still unaware of Kakashi's presence.
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He too had someone special, someone that had brought music into his life...and they weren't there any longer. It was one of the most gut wrenching things he did on a weekly basis, go and pay homage to his parents.
His mother had passed away when he was young, and it was around that same time, when his father had returned home against orders to see his son. He himself had been the target of the sniper that day, but his father had saved him at the cost of his own life, bleeding out in his young sons' arms who was still so young, too young to understand what had happened.
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Did everyone in this place come from messed up childhoods? As counselor, he'd had to listen to every kid's story, and everyone had a terrible story to tell. His own brothers - no, cousins - shared something similar, something that tied them together.
Halfway through the song, Shisui tilted his head to steal a glance at the other, quietly going back to watching him play the rest of it...
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He had picked himself up, dusted himself off and pressed on, making something of himself. He had originally started down the path he chose in search of vengeance for his father and he had gotten it....he then learned of a greater joy. Protecting those who could not defend themselves, being there for the ones who needed you, picking up someone who had fallen and given up hope.
As he ended the song he teased the last notes from the keys with the gentleness of a practiced lover. He gave a soft pleasant hum before leaning back and smiling to Shisui warmly.
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