Music

By spongecake2

Author's Note: I had actually been planning to do a sort of prequel to Stockholm Syndrome for a good while now, but I couldn't really think of that much. It's only a series of one-shots based on the OC's. I'm not sure if I'll think of one for each OC, so I'll just do the one's I can. Few bits and bobs, here and there. Let's start with an easy one. Mr Drive, the main bad guy, dude, person. Set around the time of Tekken 3, just before it. Embarressingly short. I'll try to make the others a bit longer, but I did this at about... really late. Read and review.

Says so much

Why should the devil have all the good tunes?

Rowland Hill, Inventor of the Penny Black Stamp

I slowly pressed a key on the piano. The note resonated all along the main study. It was an interesting sound. I smiled. The beauty of the sound made its presence known. I pressed the key again. Another echoing note. It wasn't really that high. Next to middle C. I played a little tune. C sharp, E and G sharp. And again. And again. My left hand crept over to play the bass notes below middle C. Moonlight Sonata. Says so much with so few notes. A knock on the door. I looked around. A young woman had invited herself in. Long, auburn hair, brown eyes as pure as crystal. Her denim trousers reached the corner of her ankles.

"Good evening, Miss Chang." I said to her. "Just playing a little tune. Know it?" I asked her.

"Of course." Michelle answered. "Moonlight Sonata in C Sharp Major. Who doesn't know it?" Her innocence radiated from her. I smiled to her. She had sort of 'moved' here by Heihachi's request. Apparently, she might know something about that weird incident in Mexico a few short weeks ago.

"So..." I asked her slowly. "Heihachi's been grilling you with questions?"

"Yeah." She replied. "Though I say that I don't know."

"And do you know?" The question raised in me. She looked at me. It was one of those weird looks. The ones which look as if they care for you more than anything else.

"Yes." She said simply. "But I trust you more." I nodded to her. She pulled a necklace from under her shirt. "This stone was at the wreckage. My tribe found it, but we don't know its origin." She sighed. "That's all I know. The rest is legend and myth. I would like to say more, but I can't." I looked at the obsidian like blue sparkling star. It showed amazing beauty. I looked to Michelle.

"I'll keep it from Heihachi." I said to her. She then did something I didn't expect her to do. She kissed me on the cheek. I stroked the cheek as she looked out the window. I looked to the piano.

"Why are the rich never punished?" She asked me. I walked ever closer to the piano. "Heihachi has so much, and has done so little for the good of mankind." I looked at the reflection in the smooth wood of the piano. A deadly smirk crossed my lips. "Why do the passionate fall folly to the wicked? Why do people like you and I lose with everything we do?" I guessed what she was getting at.

"I think I have an answer." I said, lifting the lid, and placing my hand between the strings. Michelle looked to me. I looked back, pulling my hand out. "The world works very... oddly." I walked over to her. She looked suspicious. "You have to work with it. My parents died when I was young. I took revenge in details which may scare you."

"Like what?" Michelle's voice whispered, where once caring trust was, now was anxiety.

"Four hundred died." I said. "I was after one." I started to laugh. She looked horrified. "Deceit, my dear, is far easier to achieve than one might think." I placed the tranquiliser syringe that was in my hand to the nape of her swan like neck. She dropped like a stone, her face carrying a sorrowful look of shock with it. I whistled. A Crow by the name of Bill walked in. He tripped over the sleeping girl. He managed to punch a huge hole in the floor. "I'll do it myself." I sighed. I picked up the sleeping girl. "Moonlight Sonata." I murmured to the sleeping girl. "A song which resonates betrayal and loss. Says so much with so few notes." Then I threw my head back and laughed.

Yes, yes, yes, I know there was next to no humour in it, yet I put it as Angst/Humour. Well, they'll be a lot more in later ones. Other than that, not much to say. Volley of Bullets is going down the drain, still, and I seriously am thinking of doing a collab work with someone else, though not sure how... oh, and also, for those who can draw a lot better than me (i.e. everyone) I'm quite interesting in what you think the OC's would look like. Please, PM me your drawings of them so I can post them and say I drew them. Anyway, thanks for reading.