Drabble that got out of hand for punchingit
Hikari - Utada Hikaru
When she had been very small Pasha’s grandmother had attempted to encourage her into doing typically feminine things, thinking the influence of seven boys and loping around with them all day was turning her only granddaughter into a tomboy. Which in all fairness it had. Pasha tried ballet for a day before deciding that no, she did not like having to wait her turn at the bars. She then tried to encourage the girl to take up painting. That only ended up in a certain five year old’s hand prints everywhere and even on the ceiling. Josephina had yet to figure out how the girl had managed that but in all honesty she wasn’t sure she had wanted to know.
Going through her rapidly exhausting list Josephina decided to pull the girl along for one last effort. It was an almost hopeless thought that the hyperactive and always in motion girl would stay still long enough for her to teach her how to play a piano.
But something odd happened the moment she showed Pasha the grand piano in one of the old rooms of the house, a one she had never previously been allowed in. She was utterly transfixed and looking over a sheet of music stilled her and silenced her as her young mind tried to figure out the notes and timings. Music became simple for her. It was just an equation of notes. A science once she had figured it out, rather than an art. At long last Josephina had found something that could calm her unruly granddaughter and something much more suitable for a young lady rather than climbing trees and going on ‘adventures’ with her brothers.
It had been a good number of years since she had last touched a piano and in all honesty Pasha was hesitant to do so even after she had spotted it sitting in the corner of one of the lesser used recreation rooms. Pianos were old fashioned and not a popular as the modern Alien instruments. But one day when she was certain that nobody else was likely to come in she finally manned up to it, sizing the instrument up and even resorting to glancing over her shoulder guiltily before sitting down in front of it. It took her back to all of those years sitting in Babushka’s house playing on the beautiful piano after a long day at school and letting her mind go quiet. Not having a piano was one of the few reasons she had taken up running at the Academy, one of the few things that let her mind go blank and peaceful.
The first note was too high and poignant for the room it felt and it took Pasha a little while to get used to this one, afternoons and evenings of sneaking into the rec room whilst nobody else was there to practice and get a feel for the instrument once more.
Now of course all of this secrecy and sneaking off by herself didn’t sit well with a certain helmswoman and it wasn’t until for the fifth night in a row that she visited Pasha’s quarters to find her nowhere in sight that she finally allowed herself to worry. Hikari was all for her girlfriend having hobbies and such the like and she would never dream of interfering in it, unless it was dangerous of course, but this, this was bordering on weird. Weird for Pasha at any rate.
“Computer. Find Ensign Chekov, Polina Andreynia.” She ordered the nearest computer patch on the wall, sighing as she waited for the result. It was time to settle this once and for all.
The last thing the Pilot had expected was to see the normally frantic girl sitting straight at a piano in the corner of the room with her back to the door, apparently immersed in the music, eyes closed as she concentrated, fingers flying over the keys as they so frequently did with her navigational console. Only this was more free. The tune had a victorious sound to it, swelling and peaking a crescendo before going back to a small sweet tune. Hikari stayed silently, moving across the room stealthily to drop onto one of the couches in the room, just as enthralled in the music and this side of the little navigator she so rarely saw as Pasha was herself in the music.
She waited until there was only silence in the room and Pasha had reached for the PADD with music written on it in front of her, obviously meaning to make her exit before she spoke up. “This is what you’ve been busy doing?” Hikari asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Just as expected Pasha very nearly fell off the bench she was on. “H-Hikari?” Her eyes were wild and she immediately snatched the PADD and cradled it to her chest. “How long hawe you…why did you not announce yourself!” The pilot sighed and stood up before kissing her lightly on the forehead, plucking the PADD from her grasps and glancing at it despite Pasha’s flail to get it back.
Oh.
Now she understood why Pasha had been so secretive. The title of the music: ‘Hikari’. The woman herself let out a laugh even as the Russian blushed and flailed for an excuse. “You creepy stalker, you.” She laughed, kissing her properly. “C’mon. Play it for me properly this time.” She placed the PADD back in it’s stand, slipping onto the bench behind her, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist and resting her head on her shoulder.
Pasha sighed. “Only because it is you.”
[OOC: This one just refused to leave me alone. Literally.]
When she had been very small Pasha’s grandmother had attempted to encourage her into doing typically feminine things, thinking the influence of seven boys and loping around with them all day was turning her only granddaughter into a tomboy. Which in all fairness it had. Pasha tried ballet for a day before deciding that no, she did not like having to wait her turn at the bars. She then tried to encourage the girl to take up painting. That only ended up in a certain five year old’s hand prints everywhere and even on the ceiling. Josephina had yet to figure out how the girl had managed that but in all honesty she wasn’t sure she had wanted to know.
Going through her rapidly exhausting list Josephina decided to pull the girl along for one last effort. It was an almost hopeless thought that the hyperactive and always in motion girl would stay still long enough for her to teach her how to play a piano.
But something odd happened the moment she showed Pasha the grand piano in one of the old rooms of the house, a one she had never previously been allowed in. She was utterly transfixed and looking over a sheet of music stilled her and silenced her as her young mind tried to figure out the notes and timings. Music became simple for her. It was just an equation of notes. A science once she had figured it out, rather than an art. At long last Josephina had found something that could calm her unruly granddaughter and something much more suitable for a young lady rather than climbing trees and going on ‘adventures’ with her brothers.
It had been a good number of years since she had last touched a piano and in all honesty Pasha was hesitant to do so even after she had spotted it sitting in the corner of one of the lesser used recreation rooms. Pianos were old fashioned and not a popular as the modern Alien instruments. But one day when she was certain that nobody else was likely to come in she finally manned up to it, sizing the instrument up and even resorting to glancing over her shoulder guiltily before sitting down in front of it. It took her back to all of those years sitting in Babushka’s house playing on the beautiful piano after a long day at school and letting her mind go quiet. Not having a piano was one of the few reasons she had taken up running at the Academy, one of the few things that let her mind go blank and peaceful.
The first note was too high and poignant for the room it felt and it took Pasha a little while to get used to this one, afternoons and evenings of sneaking into the rec room whilst nobody else was there to practice and get a feel for the instrument once more.
Now of course all of this secrecy and sneaking off by herself didn’t sit well with a certain helmswoman and it wasn’t until for the fifth night in a row that she visited Pasha’s quarters to find her nowhere in sight that she finally allowed herself to worry. Hikari was all for her girlfriend having hobbies and such the like and she would never dream of interfering in it, unless it was dangerous of course, but this, this was bordering on weird. Weird for Pasha at any rate.
“Computer. Find Ensign Chekov, Polina Andreynia.” She ordered the nearest computer patch on the wall, sighing as she waited for the result. It was time to settle this once and for all.
The last thing the Pilot had expected was to see the normally frantic girl sitting straight at a piano in the corner of the room with her back to the door, apparently immersed in the music, eyes closed as she concentrated, fingers flying over the keys as they so frequently did with her navigational console. Only this was more free. The tune had a victorious sound to it, swelling and peaking a crescendo before going back to a small sweet tune. Hikari stayed silently, moving across the room stealthily to drop onto one of the couches in the room, just as enthralled in the music and this side of the little navigator she so rarely saw as Pasha was herself in the music.
She waited until there was only silence in the room and Pasha had reached for the PADD with music written on it in front of her, obviously meaning to make her exit before she spoke up. “This is what you’ve been busy doing?” Hikari asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Just as expected Pasha very nearly fell off the bench she was on. “H-Hikari?” Her eyes were wild and she immediately snatched the PADD and cradled it to her chest. “How long hawe you…why did you not announce yourself!” The pilot sighed and stood up before kissing her lightly on the forehead, plucking the PADD from her grasps and glancing at it despite Pasha’s flail to get it back.
Oh.
Now she understood why Pasha had been so secretive. The title of the music: ‘Hikari’. The woman herself let out a laugh even as the Russian blushed and flailed for an excuse. “You creepy stalker, you.” She laughed, kissing her properly. “C’mon. Play it for me properly this time.” She placed the PADD back in it’s stand, slipping onto the bench behind her, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist and resting her head on her shoulder.
Pasha sighed. “Only because it is you.”
[OOC: This one just refused to leave me alone. Literally.]