Kirei da..............
Jul. 19th, 2006 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gimmick_gamefeel_the_fate today...........and I'm divided. I like it, but damn, it's not w-inds. I know they wrote the song and all...but it's all Rocky and not Keita...gah.... it breaks my brain.I was without power for almost 5 hours today, from 5-10. Something blew and when they went to fix it they had to turn ours off and in the process broke something..... gah. Stupid TECO. Anyway...have power now, power is good, power means interwebs and airconditioning. And my food not thawing out and getting icky. YAY. Anywho...realized I really need to stock up on flashlights and candles, as I have like NONE.
While the power was out, I wrote fanfiction...go me?
Music is the Universal Language
By LadyGemma
Begun 2006.07.17
Rating: PG-13, may go up later.
Paring: NinoxOC
Summary: An unexpected encounter on the streets of LA brings a spunky young guitar player into Nino’s life.
Chapter One:
The streets of LA were busy as usual. The weather was almost summer-like, even though it was barely March, and all of the well-to-do were out shopping off of
The girl pushed through the crowds window shopping. She wasn’t paying attention to much, just glancing at her watch now and then and muttering curses about how late she was.
She didn’t even notice when she ran headlong into someone until she fell back on her rear quite harshly.
“Shit!” she bit out a quick curse and rolled over to check the acoustic guitar that had been strapped to her back. “Thank god!” she exclaimed when she saw that the guitar was indeed fine. “Man, I’m sure glad I decided to use the hard case today instead of the softpak.”
A slight cough behind her brought her back to the real world and she quickly turned around to see who she had violated. She just wished it wasn’t someone important.
Her eyes grew big as saucers when she realized guitar idol was standing in front of her, an amused smirk playing across his handsome features.
Her hand flew to her mouth and she promptly passed out.
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Ninomiya Kazunari had been strolling along down
The girl was so busy making sure her guitar was alright that she paid him little mind. I’d be doing the same thing too, though. He thought. When she sat back relieved that her guitar was alright, he coughed to get her attention.
He was surprised when she looked up at him with bright blue eyes. It wasn’t something he saw every day, and he was quite captivated by them. He smirked down at her, and the next think he knew, she gave a small “eep!” and fell back on the ground, out cold.
Quickly shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Nino quickly hoisted her onto his back and picked up her acoustic guitar case and what he assumed was an electric, by the weight of it. On the electric gig bag an address and name of a shop was embroidered, so he quickly made his way down the street to where he assumed she was headed.
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Alena Murakami slowly opened her eyes and was met with the familiar ceiling of the break room at the Guitar Room music store where she worked. She groaned and attempted to sit up, but was gently pushed back down by a pair of strong hands, which then placed a cool cloth on her forehead.
“Shh, lay back down, you passed out on the street.” the owner of the hands told her, in Japanese.
Her eyes quickly shot open and turned to look at said owner. “How do you know I speak Japanese?” she asked, mind still not connecting the owner of the voice, and very handsome features, as the reason why she passed out in the first place.
He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “The owner of the shop told me. My English isn’t very good, so he let me know I could speak with you in Japanese.” He uncrossed his arms and leaned forward in the chair he’d been sitting in next to the cot. “What’s your name?”
Alena blushed slightly at his proximity. “Murakami Alena.” Sometime when he’d been speaking, her brain had decided to turn back on, and the thought of being this close to her idol was starting to overload it again.
“Arina? That’s an interesting name for an American.” He smiled.
“Actually, it’s pronounced ‘Ahleenah’, no ‘r’.” she corrected gently.
Nino chuckled at her correction. “I’m Ninomiya...”
“I know,” she cut him off. “Ninomiya Kazunari, best actor in the Johnny’s group ‘Arashi’ and all around awesome guitar player.” She blushed slightly. She hadn’t meant to sound like a fangirl. She really wasn’t, he wasn’t her idol for his looks or voice, but for his amazing guitar work.
Nino raised one eyebrow and looked at the interesting girl in front of him. “So you’ve heard of me, ne?” he didn’t want to scare her off, considering he now figured that he was the reason she had passed out earlier. While he normally was very aloof and cold to fangirls, she seemed different, and didn’t appear to be stalking him. He’d indulge her for a while. He quickly took in the fact that she’d mentioned his guitar playing, and glanced over in the corner at her two guitars propped up. “May I see?”
Alena just nodded and watched as he got up and brought the two cases, propping them next to her on the cot.
He first opened the hard case containing her pride and joy. She smiled when he sucked in a quick breath. “This is a Gibson Hummingbird isn’t it?”
Alena nodded, a small smile gracing her features. “My father bought it for my 14th birthday.” Her smile quickly faded. “He passed away the next day.”
Not usually one for showing displays of affection, unless it was to Ohno, Nino quickly set the guitar back into its case and quickly took her hand, squeezing it gently.
She smiled up at him and ran a hand over the fret board. “He was a great studio musician, and a songwriter. He developed lung cancer when I was 12, and passed away from it a day after my 14th birthday.” She sniffed slightly as the sad memories flooded her mind. “He used to take me to the studio with him when I was young, and bought me all kinds of junior guitars, teaching me everything he knew. He promised me that when I turned fourteen he would buy me the best guitar he could.” She fingered the intricate work on the pickguard. “He was so sick, but he had this ordered for me, and fought the cancer long enough to see me play it one time.” A tear slid down her cheek as she remembered her father’s last days.
Nino quickly brushed the tear away and handed her the guitar. “Play it for me, please.”
Alena smiled and took the guitar from his hands. She knew it was still tuned perfectly; she’d just tuned it this morning. She slid the strap over her head, even though she was sitting. The guitar dwarfed her as she positioned her fingers over the fret board and began to fingerplay her father’s favorite song.
Nino listened intently as she began to play. He recognized the song immediately, who wouldn’t? It didn’t take long for her voice to pick up the melody unconsciously, and she began singing.
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. Let it be.
Let it be, let it be ...
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....
Nino remained silent as she plucked the last few notes of the song, her clear voice fading. Again, there were tears in her eyes. He laid his hand across hers on the neck of the guitar. “That was beautiful.”
Alena smiled and placed the hummingbird back in its case. “Okay, no more gloom.” She gave him a wicked smile. “Ready to see my baby?”
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That’s it for chapter one!!!
For those of you unfamiliar with guitars and the like, here’s a bit of a “glossary”
The Hummingbird (my dream guitar…*drools*)
- The ‘fret board’ is the area on the neck of the guitar where the frets are located; this is where all of the chords and such are created.
- The ‘pickguard’ is the area just below the strings on a guitar that protects the finish of the guitar from scratches, which happen a lot when playing; my pickguard is all scratched up lol.
The song is “Let it Be” by the Beatles, one of my favorite songs. I couldn’t find a good acoustic version on YouTube, so here is the original; just imagine a lot of the piano part being played on guitar. It’s beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GropKWe_d_0
I’ll be updating with chapter two as soon as possible!
