(One-shot) Oto ~the melody that you play~
Title: Oto ~the melody that you play~
Author: nikenyk
Pairing: Inoobu
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Yabu couldn't forget the sound of the piano he heard that day
“AH!” Yabu Kota screamed as he fell to the ground. It was in the middle of friendly match with the neighborhood school when Yabu Kota was accidentally tackled by his opponent. Yabu was on the ground, writhed in pain, clutching his ankle.
Everyone immediately gathered around Yabu, be it his team, his opponents, referee, and the medical team. The medical team tried to help Yabu, but unfortunately Yabu couldn’t continue the game because his ankle was sprained. Yabu couldn’t even stand up by himself, let alone play soccer. The medical team then brought Yabu to the infirmary to have Yabu treated more.
Once they reached infirmary, they immediately tend Yabu’s sprained ankle, and then Yabu was told to rest there. The medical team then left Yabu alone in the infirmary, and went back to the soccer match. Yabu wanted to move to the bed beside the window, he tried not to use his sprained ankle so he used everything around him that can help him move there. He looked over the window and saw the continued game. The game without him.
Yabu sighed.
He’s sad. He couldn’t participate anymore in the match, although he had been looking forward to it. He’s mad. He couldn’t continue the game just because this small incident. He’s envy. He wanted to be in the field, running with his friend, scoring more with his feet. Every emotion in his mind twirl and mixed, making him losing his mind.
Suddenly he heard something. A sound of a piano, loud and clear. Yabu listened to it. The tune sounds so smooth, and flowing like a river. Without even asking for Yabu’s permission, the tune brought Yabu into it, and drown him in there. Every emotion Yabu felt just a while ago felt like being washed over. There’s nothing in Yabu’s mind but the sweet and soft melody from the piano. Yabu closed his eyes, letting himself drowned even more.
**
Yabu opened the door to his classroom and was welcomed by his friend.
“Oi, Yabu, how’s your ankle?” Hikaru asked.
“Not so good.” Yabu answered as he gestured his face to his ankle, and there showed his ankle still bandaged, and still walking with a crutch.
“That bad, eh?” Hikaru cringed. “Anyway, you didn’t miss anything at all yesterday, so be at ease. The goal you scored before you fell has saved us hahahaha but too bad! If you were still there, maybe we can score mor..oops!” hikaru stopped halfway. One of Hikaru’s bad point is he always blabber without sensing everyone’s feeling. Hikaru didn’t think at all that his words just now could hurt his friend more. “Hey.. you know I didn’t mean anything bad at all.”
“Nah, it’s okay. No harm done.”
“Eh? I thought you’d be pissed off. Since you’ve been waiting for the match.”
“It’s okay, there will be another chance.”
“Eh?” Hikaru couldn’t believe what he just heard. The soccer freak Yabu Kota, the one who’s always fired up about soccer and the match said he’s okay about not being in the match which he had been waiting for because of his sprained ankle. Has he lost his mind? Hikaru thought.
“Anyway, Hika, do you know anyone from the music club?”
**
“We didn’t have any club activity on last Saturday, so I don’t know who played piano on that day.” Aki-Hikaru’s friend, a member of the music club-answered.
“Is that so? Well then, thanks.” Yabu answered. Aki then rejoined her groups and went to the cafeteria.”
Hikaru eyed Yabu intensely, silent question is screaming on his forehead.
“Nothing.” Yabu answered it anyway.
“Really, what happened? Why suddenly the music club?” Hikaru finally voiced his question.
“Well, It’s about yesterday.”
“The day you sprained your ankle?”
Yabu nodded. “I was really mad that time.”
“And.. then?” Hikaru playfully gestured his hand to Yabu, pretending it to be a mic.
Yabu glanced to Hikaru’s hand/mic and punched it. “When I was in the infirmary, I heard someone plays the piano.. and suddenly, my anger is gone.”
Hikaru furrowed his eyebrows. “Hmmmm”
“I just wanted to thank whoever plays that tune, for calming me”
**
Days has passed, the sprained ankle finally healed and Yabu could start practicing soccer again. The practice always take place on Saturday in the field. The first time Yabu heard the piano was also on Saturday. Thus, Yabu planned to visit the music room to see ifthe one who played the piano was there, so he could thank the latter.
The practice ends a bit late, Yabu immediately went to the music room, but the room was empty. Feeling disappointed, Yabu went home.
In the next Saturday, Yabu practice again, with the hope of meeting the one who played the piano. Yabu’s hope was somehow answered. In the middle of practice, when he was running around the field for warming up, he could faintly hear a sound of piano.
The sound was so low, he could barely hear it. But he could hear it to the point he knew the song. It was the same song as he heard that day. He checked the music room’s window and see the window was opened.
So that’s why I can still hear the sound. Yabu thought.
Without even thinking, Yabu ran from the track to the music room.
“Where are you going, Yabu?! It’s still in the middle of practice!” The coach shouted.
Yabu then ran back to the track and ran again with his friend. He wanted to go to the music room, but he couldn’t do that. Yabu could only listen to the faint sound of the piano and enjoyed it silently. But once he has the chance, he ran to the music room again. But to no avail, the music room is already empty.
**
Another Saturday came. Yabu had a plan to meet the one who played the piano. This time, Yabu purposefully came late to the practice, because he wanted to wait for the pianist in the music room. Yabu didn’t want to lose another chance to meet the pianist, just like the last time. But.. Yabu had to meet another disappointment, because that day, the pianist didn’t come.
**
On the next Saturday, Yabu came to practice late again, because he was really curious about the pianist. But that day, the pianist didn’t come again. Yabu gave up waiting him there. Yabu didn’t want to waste any more time in his practice Yabu didn’t came late again to the practice on the following Saturday, he stopped waiting for the pianist.
But then, the pianist never came again, as Yabu never hear any piano in the middle of the practice anymore since that day. Yabu regretted for obeying the coach that day when he ran to the music room. He should have just ignored the coach and ran straight to the music room. Let the coach clod me later. That would be better than feeling unresolved and curious like this.
The feeling of grateful Yabu felt to the pianist has turned into many more feelings. He wanted to meet the pianist. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know the title of the song. He wanted to listen to it again. The smooth and soft tune he heard that day never left Yabu’s mind. He still remember it clearly. Yabu also hummed to it so he won’t ever forget it.
And weeks already passed.
**
Yabu rested his body on the bench in the edge of the field. The sun almost sets on the west, the reddish-orange shine fell on Yabu’s body, making Yabu’s blond hair sparks. The practice that day felt so exhausting for Yabu. They were preparing for the upcoming match so the coach trained them harder.
Yabu unintentionally glanced over to the music room’s window, which reminds him about the pianist. It was already more than 2 months since the first time Yabu heard the tune. And also in this more than 2 months he never actually met the one behind that beautiful sound. Yabu gave up.
Let it be a moment in my life. Let that tune stays in my mind without even hearing it anymore. Let me thank the one behind the piano silently in my mind. Let this feeling be gone in a time. Yabu thought.
Yabu rested his head on his hand and closed his eyes.
But then, from afar, faintly, he heard something familiar.
Yabu stood up in an instant, looking to the music room’s window. The window was closed, but he knew the sound came from there.
Yabu closed his eyed, trying to concentrate to the sound of the piano again.
The one playing it is the same person.. It is the song I heard that day that I always play in my mind. The one I always long to meet and hear. Yabu thought.
Yabu then sprinted, he ran as fast as he could to the music room. He left his bag and his belongings on the bench, he left everything behind. He didn’t think anything at all beside meeting with the pianist. He ran through the front door of the building, through the aisle. As he ran closer to the music room, he could hear the piano clearer and louder. He finally reached the music room and without any second thought, he yank the door to the music room open, and entered.
The piano suddenly stopped.
Yabu panted. He placed his hands on his knees to support his body as he was out of breath. He glanced to the piano and saw someone, pale-skinned, with droopy eyes that stared widely at him. Yabu could see how puzzled the latter is.
Yabu’s lips formed a smile. He was finally being able to see the one behind the soft tune of the piano which been lingering in his mind after all this time.
The one behind the piano then stood up and walked to Yabu. The latter steps gracefully.
“Is there anything I can do?” the pianist asked.
Catching his breath, Yabu answered. “What’s the name of the song?”
“Eh?” being puzzled, the pianist still answered. “I haven’t named it yet..”
“So, you wrote it?”
“Yeah” He nodded.
Yabu finally calmed down, he could finally stood up normally and face the pianist. “I’m sorry to interrupt you.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind at all. I’m just too surprised to see you suddenly entered the room. I was just wondering what you are up to.”
All this time, Yabu always think a way to meet the pianist, but he never have any thought about what to do and what to say once he finally meet the pianist.
Even so, Yabu wasn’t lost for words.
“Can I hear it again? The song you wrote?”
Without any hesitation the pianist answered “Sure.”
The pianist went back to the piano. He placed his fingers on the piano key and peeked at Yabu. The pianist smiled to Yabu and started to play the tune. His fingers dances on the piano, his lips curved into a smile, his eyes looking so tender. He played with his soul and his heart.
He put his heart to the music that he plays. Yabu thought.
Yabu leaned his body on the wall behind him. He closed his eyes, letting himself drowned again in the smooth and beautiful melody the pianist offered.
He put his feeling to this flowing sound, that echoes strongly, far, and comforting. Yabu continued.
The song reached the climax part, every emotion was poured to the song. Yabu didn’t realize that his eyes had become wet as he was too drowned in it.
He expressed his words through the piano. His gentleness, his anger, his sadness, his happiness, his everything.
The song finally hit its ending part. His played had become gentler. He pressed the final keys with his eyes closed, face looking up to the ceiling, immersed in the moment. It was just like his soul was lost, gone with the song.
Yabu opened his eyes and glanced to the pianist. He was stunned to see the scene before him. The triumphant expression the pianist had has left Yabu hypnotized and amazed.
“I wish I can always hear your beautiful melody like this.” Yabu said.
Hearing it, the pianist opened his eyes and smiled, a very innocent and sincere one, to Yabu. “You are always welcome.”
***
Note: Hello. I really really really miss inoobu so much it hurts ;////////////;
I haven't seen inoobu for so loooong and it feels like the ship is going to sink (or has it sunk already? /cries louder)
everyone who read this, i know it's useless to hope for it, but please, let's make inoobu ships sail again, ne? :'''))))
anw if you notice this fic is inspired by inoobu's oto. yesshh yessshhh I rewatch that song, i rewatch every inoobu moment bcs my heart is like a big hole and it need more inoobu to fill. I am desperate. yeah i know.
Author: nikenyk
Pairing: Inoobu
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Yabu couldn't forget the sound of the piano he heard that day
“AH!” Yabu Kota screamed as he fell to the ground. It was in the middle of friendly match with the neighborhood school when Yabu Kota was accidentally tackled by his opponent. Yabu was on the ground, writhed in pain, clutching his ankle.
Everyone immediately gathered around Yabu, be it his team, his opponents, referee, and the medical team. The medical team tried to help Yabu, but unfortunately Yabu couldn’t continue the game because his ankle was sprained. Yabu couldn’t even stand up by himself, let alone play soccer. The medical team then brought Yabu to the infirmary to have Yabu treated more.
Once they reached infirmary, they immediately tend Yabu’s sprained ankle, and then Yabu was told to rest there. The medical team then left Yabu alone in the infirmary, and went back to the soccer match. Yabu wanted to move to the bed beside the window, he tried not to use his sprained ankle so he used everything around him that can help him move there. He looked over the window and saw the continued game. The game without him.
Yabu sighed.
He’s sad. He couldn’t participate anymore in the match, although he had been looking forward to it. He’s mad. He couldn’t continue the game just because this small incident. He’s envy. He wanted to be in the field, running with his friend, scoring more with his feet. Every emotion in his mind twirl and mixed, making him losing his mind.
Suddenly he heard something. A sound of a piano, loud and clear. Yabu listened to it. The tune sounds so smooth, and flowing like a river. Without even asking for Yabu’s permission, the tune brought Yabu into it, and drown him in there. Every emotion Yabu felt just a while ago felt like being washed over. There’s nothing in Yabu’s mind but the sweet and soft melody from the piano. Yabu closed his eyes, letting himself drowned even more.
**
Yabu opened the door to his classroom and was welcomed by his friend.
“Oi, Yabu, how’s your ankle?” Hikaru asked.
“Not so good.” Yabu answered as he gestured his face to his ankle, and there showed his ankle still bandaged, and still walking with a crutch.
“That bad, eh?” Hikaru cringed. “Anyway, you didn’t miss anything at all yesterday, so be at ease. The goal you scored before you fell has saved us hahahaha but too bad! If you were still there, maybe we can score mor..oops!” hikaru stopped halfway. One of Hikaru’s bad point is he always blabber without sensing everyone’s feeling. Hikaru didn’t think at all that his words just now could hurt his friend more. “Hey.. you know I didn’t mean anything bad at all.”
“Nah, it’s okay. No harm done.”
“Eh? I thought you’d be pissed off. Since you’ve been waiting for the match.”
“It’s okay, there will be another chance.”
“Eh?” Hikaru couldn’t believe what he just heard. The soccer freak Yabu Kota, the one who’s always fired up about soccer and the match said he’s okay about not being in the match which he had been waiting for because of his sprained ankle. Has he lost his mind? Hikaru thought.
“Anyway, Hika, do you know anyone from the music club?”
**
“We didn’t have any club activity on last Saturday, so I don’t know who played piano on that day.” Aki-Hikaru’s friend, a member of the music club-answered.
“Is that so? Well then, thanks.” Yabu answered. Aki then rejoined her groups and went to the cafeteria.”
Hikaru eyed Yabu intensely, silent question is screaming on his forehead.
“Nothing.” Yabu answered it anyway.
“Really, what happened? Why suddenly the music club?” Hikaru finally voiced his question.
“Well, It’s about yesterday.”
“The day you sprained your ankle?”
Yabu nodded. “I was really mad that time.”
“And.. then?” Hikaru playfully gestured his hand to Yabu, pretending it to be a mic.
Yabu glanced to Hikaru’s hand/mic and punched it. “When I was in the infirmary, I heard someone plays the piano.. and suddenly, my anger is gone.”
Hikaru furrowed his eyebrows. “Hmmmm”
“I just wanted to thank whoever plays that tune, for calming me”
**
Days has passed, the sprained ankle finally healed and Yabu could start practicing soccer again. The practice always take place on Saturday in the field. The first time Yabu heard the piano was also on Saturday. Thus, Yabu planned to visit the music room to see ifthe one who played the piano was there, so he could thank the latter.
The practice ends a bit late, Yabu immediately went to the music room, but the room was empty. Feeling disappointed, Yabu went home.
In the next Saturday, Yabu practice again, with the hope of meeting the one who played the piano. Yabu’s hope was somehow answered. In the middle of practice, when he was running around the field for warming up, he could faintly hear a sound of piano.
The sound was so low, he could barely hear it. But he could hear it to the point he knew the song. It was the same song as he heard that day. He checked the music room’s window and see the window was opened.
So that’s why I can still hear the sound. Yabu thought.
Without even thinking, Yabu ran from the track to the music room.
“Where are you going, Yabu?! It’s still in the middle of practice!” The coach shouted.
Yabu then ran back to the track and ran again with his friend. He wanted to go to the music room, but he couldn’t do that. Yabu could only listen to the faint sound of the piano and enjoyed it silently. But once he has the chance, he ran to the music room again. But to no avail, the music room is already empty.
**
Another Saturday came. Yabu had a plan to meet the one who played the piano. This time, Yabu purposefully came late to the practice, because he wanted to wait for the pianist in the music room. Yabu didn’t want to lose another chance to meet the pianist, just like the last time. But.. Yabu had to meet another disappointment, because that day, the pianist didn’t come.
**
On the next Saturday, Yabu came to practice late again, because he was really curious about the pianist. But that day, the pianist didn’t come again. Yabu gave up waiting him there. Yabu didn’t want to waste any more time in his practice Yabu didn’t came late again to the practice on the following Saturday, he stopped waiting for the pianist.
But then, the pianist never came again, as Yabu never hear any piano in the middle of the practice anymore since that day. Yabu regretted for obeying the coach that day when he ran to the music room. He should have just ignored the coach and ran straight to the music room. Let the coach clod me later. That would be better than feeling unresolved and curious like this.
The feeling of grateful Yabu felt to the pianist has turned into many more feelings. He wanted to meet the pianist. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know the title of the song. He wanted to listen to it again. The smooth and soft tune he heard that day never left Yabu’s mind. He still remember it clearly. Yabu also hummed to it so he won’t ever forget it.
And weeks already passed.
**
Yabu rested his body on the bench in the edge of the field. The sun almost sets on the west, the reddish-orange shine fell on Yabu’s body, making Yabu’s blond hair sparks. The practice that day felt so exhausting for Yabu. They were preparing for the upcoming match so the coach trained them harder.
Yabu unintentionally glanced over to the music room’s window, which reminds him about the pianist. It was already more than 2 months since the first time Yabu heard the tune. And also in this more than 2 months he never actually met the one behind that beautiful sound. Yabu gave up.
Let it be a moment in my life. Let that tune stays in my mind without even hearing it anymore. Let me thank the one behind the piano silently in my mind. Let this feeling be gone in a time. Yabu thought.
Yabu rested his head on his hand and closed his eyes.
But then, from afar, faintly, he heard something familiar.
Yabu stood up in an instant, looking to the music room’s window. The window was closed, but he knew the sound came from there.
Yabu closed his eyed, trying to concentrate to the sound of the piano again.
The one playing it is the same person.. It is the song I heard that day that I always play in my mind. The one I always long to meet and hear. Yabu thought.
Yabu then sprinted, he ran as fast as he could to the music room. He left his bag and his belongings on the bench, he left everything behind. He didn’t think anything at all beside meeting with the pianist. He ran through the front door of the building, through the aisle. As he ran closer to the music room, he could hear the piano clearer and louder. He finally reached the music room and without any second thought, he yank the door to the music room open, and entered.
The piano suddenly stopped.
Yabu panted. He placed his hands on his knees to support his body as he was out of breath. He glanced to the piano and saw someone, pale-skinned, with droopy eyes that stared widely at him. Yabu could see how puzzled the latter is.
Yabu’s lips formed a smile. He was finally being able to see the one behind the soft tune of the piano which been lingering in his mind after all this time.
The one behind the piano then stood up and walked to Yabu. The latter steps gracefully.
“Is there anything I can do?” the pianist asked.
Catching his breath, Yabu answered. “What’s the name of the song?”
“Eh?” being puzzled, the pianist still answered. “I haven’t named it yet..”
“So, you wrote it?”
“Yeah” He nodded.
Yabu finally calmed down, he could finally stood up normally and face the pianist. “I’m sorry to interrupt you.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind at all. I’m just too surprised to see you suddenly entered the room. I was just wondering what you are up to.”
All this time, Yabu always think a way to meet the pianist, but he never have any thought about what to do and what to say once he finally meet the pianist.
Even so, Yabu wasn’t lost for words.
“Can I hear it again? The song you wrote?”
Without any hesitation the pianist answered “Sure.”
The pianist went back to the piano. He placed his fingers on the piano key and peeked at Yabu. The pianist smiled to Yabu and started to play the tune. His fingers dances on the piano, his lips curved into a smile, his eyes looking so tender. He played with his soul and his heart.
He put his heart to the music that he plays. Yabu thought.
Yabu leaned his body on the wall behind him. He closed his eyes, letting himself drowned again in the smooth and beautiful melody the pianist offered.
He put his feeling to this flowing sound, that echoes strongly, far, and comforting. Yabu continued.
The song reached the climax part, every emotion was poured to the song. Yabu didn’t realize that his eyes had become wet as he was too drowned in it.
He expressed his words through the piano. His gentleness, his anger, his sadness, his happiness, his everything.
The song finally hit its ending part. His played had become gentler. He pressed the final keys with his eyes closed, face looking up to the ceiling, immersed in the moment. It was just like his soul was lost, gone with the song.
Yabu opened his eyes and glanced to the pianist. He was stunned to see the scene before him. The triumphant expression the pianist had has left Yabu hypnotized and amazed.
“I wish I can always hear your beautiful melody like this.” Yabu said.
Hearing it, the pianist opened his eyes and smiled, a very innocent and sincere one, to Yabu. “You are always welcome.”
***
Note: Hello. I really really really miss inoobu so much it hurts ;////////////;
I haven't seen inoobu for so loooong and it feels like the ship is going to sink (or has it sunk already? /cries louder)
everyone who read this, i know it's useless to hope for it, but please, let's make inoobu ships sail again, ne? :'''))))
anw if you notice this fic is inspired by inoobu's oto. yesshh yessshhh I rewatch that song, i rewatch every inoobu moment bcs my heart is like a big hole and it need more inoobu to fill. I am desperate. yeah i know.