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This is my first story for this anime. I hope you'll review afterwards!!

Summary: I can't feel my fingers. (In Kahoko's point of view)

Love Has No Strings Attached

As I lay helpless and weary on the white-coated hospital bed, with my right hand resting on a soft pillow beside me, I turned my head slowly toward the open window, watching the sunlight ooze through the clear glass and open spaces.

My red hair was in a messy fashion as they danced along, draping on my shoulders, ending with spikes formed by my locks.

And then I realized how long I've been lying here without getting a mere glimpse of my violin in its case.

It had been far too long.

I miss it.

Tsuchiura, Hihara-senpai, Yunoki-senpai, Shimizu, Fuyuumi, and Amou as well as my other friends have been visiting me everyday for the passed few weeks. And only Tsukimori decided to stay until dawn tomorrow and watch me as I sleep.

Pity…

Figures; he's probably exhausted right now that's why he even chose to sleep with only his head resting on a spot of on my bed.

But I'm glad he's here.

I'm glad he brought his music here through his violin.

And I'm glad he decided to stay even though I've lost the magic touch of my right fingers.

They've stopped working after that accident.

And that day remained as vivid as day.

I'm drenched in rainwater now and I hope that my precious violin doesn't get wet! Darn this weather! Why does it have to rain when I don't have my umbrella! And why does it have to be this heavy!?

I was sure to catch a cold or get the flu later on that's why I have to dash my home through this never-ending rain!

The ground was so slippery and my shoes barely got a grip on it.

I might slip up and get injured. Definitely, Tsukimori wouldn't enjoy that. My fingers…I have to take care of them. They're the ones I use to make music…

Tsukimori-kun…is worried about my fingers and the way I perform on stage. That and nothing else. Why should I even expect something more?

We're different.

Our music is diverse.

And they won't ever synchronize even if I practice until my eyes bleed.

Never.

The way he plays the violin with his bow is just far superb! This is the reason why I can't expect or even just dream about receiving any reciprocated affections from him.

Why? Why of all people on earth? Why did my heart go goo-goo over him??

His life practically revolves around music! From the very start of this pointless love for him, it already promised a ton of bumps and cracks on the way. Now it's far too late. I already broke myself into pieces and super glue won't be able to fix this.

Not even solace from another.

Maybe…he can. Tsukimori…can…

Len Tsukimori…a name with a certain ring attached on every syllable. Especially on his first name, Len. I always manage, even once a day, to picture myself calling him by the name Len. Or even if there's a –kun at the end. I just want to run up to him and shout 'Hi Len!'

And probably stick a few other words, too. Oh, let's say 'Hi Len! I love you!'

Yah right and pigs can fly.

Kahoko Hino. Kahoko Tsukimori.

Darn, it doesn't even sound right. Even the sound of his voice calling me 'Kaho' doesn't sound nice.

If only I can get by life with no strings attached.

If only I could play the violin with no strings attached.

If only I can come clean in front of him with these words I've said over and over in front of the mirror with no strings attached.

Maybe then life can be perfect.

Pft, a bunch of baloney.

I can't exactly buy a ticket to paradise with a hundred yen, can I!?

Maybe I'm loon.

Maybe I'm deranged.

For falling for a guy like Len Tsukimori…

I scanned the place I managed to run to, trying to find any signs of my house.

And that was totally ridiculous.

Because this wasn't even an area near my house.

This was a staircase.

And I was a step away before plunging down and breaking my violin and bones on the cement ground.

Black and blue was never my color and so I've decided to skip the several bumps and bruises that waited for me at the bottom.

Hmm, if I get injured, would Len try to nurse me?

Would he visit me and bring a bouquet of flowers then ask me how I'm feeling?

Or would he yell at me for almost breaking my fingers due to my idiocy?

I'm pretty certain it's the latter part.

Was it so hard to have a little bit of fondness from him or maybe a teensy weensy touch of his care?

Was it that hard to ask God for a little bit of courage to admit my own feelings?

Has it…always been this easy…to be selfish?

Love, I just can't understand why…why it's so complex and hard. Why did I even fall for Tsukimori if I knew that it would be this way? Why did I…have to…hear his…music…? And why did it have to beckon me…to become closer to him to the point of loving every single detail of him?

And now, as I stood underneath grey clouds, in the rain, and in confusion, I could only be sure of one thing.

"The violin…is the key. It spoke to me…and told me…he was the partner…I never thought I'd want to have," I told no one in particular, puffs of hot air coming out as I uttered the words.

"I love…Len…Tsuki—" I turned around and saw it coming for me.

My eyes didn't blink.

And I knew this would become the accident I've been desperately trying to dodge.

I just closed my eyes shut, the violin case held in my arms tightly.

I managed to dart the fast moving bike. But…the several steps that kept me above the solid ground didn't hear my plea.

I rolled down, the violin case still secured within my arms. Scratches…bruises…blood…

I'd probably see a lot more of that once I lay stiff on the ground.

It hurts…

But unrequited love…made it more agonizing…tenfold…

Finally, I stopped by a bush, my body wrapped up with a ton of mainly cuts and bruises.

I moved my eyes around, trying to search for my violin.

There, it lied beside me.

It was fine.

At least…seeing it fine, it managed to bring a small smile back on my face.

I tried to get up but the pain on my hip, and basically every part of my body prevented me from doing so…

And when I curled up into a ball to attempt to warm myself up from the douse of rain, I found out that it was more than scratches.

I broke a few bones maybe.

And what made it even worse…were the purple swelling…and the pain…

It wasn't just any part of my body.

It didn't matter if my neck was broken.

But, please, God please forbid this from happening.

My right hand…my fingers…I can't…move them…nada…they won't even shiver…

Broken…they were broken…

And as I pulled my right hand toward my chest with my left one, I felt a huge pang on my heart. Maybe it was…the fact that I might disappoint Tsukimori…with these broken fingers…

I winced in pain.

Not from the fractures and cuts…

But it was a pain that came from something thumping against my chest.

My tears finally began their journey across my pale cheeks.

I don't even know if I was crying because of my physical injuries, for myself, or for Tsukimori.

All I know is…I just want to let it all out…alone…

And I just don't want anyone…especially Tsukimori…to find me here…crying…

I opened my mouth, my hand still tucked in my wet clothes. "I'm sorry…Len-kun…sorry…"

And I still can't believe that I can't move my fingers.

I can't believe I still have to stay here away from my violin and the fact that he didn't even yell at me when he saw me in the hospital breathing through a tube and merely came to visit me everyday.

Even if he doesn't talk to me a lot, at least, I get to see his face.

His face…is so surreal because of the serene atmosphere it gives off.

He's different when he sleeps.

He's an angel at rest and a bit like a devil when he's awake.

My left hand unhurriedly slipped out of the white sheets that kept me warm, slowly crawling out to his smooth skin.

My fingertips itched for the feeling.

That was when he fluttered his eyes open.

And a soft gaze followed my fingers. It was amazing how he kept me frozen with only the strike of his eyes.

His mouth gaped a little, as if he was going to say something.

But he just lifted himself up; probably because he knew that I wanted to touch his face.

And he probably had a hint what that meant.

I love him.

He just looked at me, pure calmness engulfing me completely.

And before I knew it, he had already placed his lips on mine, his hands searching for my left one.

He placed my hand on his cheek, his hands working their way to cup my face.

His lips moved so slowly on mine, as if he knew that this was my first real kiss.

It was like the first time I played the violin, only this was more thrilling.

It was more breathtaking than any romance movie or novel I've read.

It made the delicate strands of hair on my skin stand.

It was eradicating the sense out of me!

And yet…the essence of pure romance drifted along in my sea of fulfilled dreams.

But before I realize it, he pulled away, his fingertips left to tend my red cheeks.

"Tsukimori…" I sighed, my breathing still at a fast pace as I felt his touch caressing my skin.

He placed his lips near me and I felt his breath traveling along my neck and cheeks.

"Len…" I heard him say through the loud thumping of my heart.

"Call me…Len, Kaho…" he said, his eyes still stuck like glue to my pair of brown ones.

His blue hair fell before his orbs, a light streak of crimson appearing like magic on his complexion.

I smiled.

My tears wanted to make rivers out of my cheeks as I replayed his voice inside my head.

"Kaho…get better soon…and let's play our violins again…together…"

He yanked out a paper crane out of his pocket and placed it on my right hand.

I saw a few familiar notes on a staff. A name. Ave Maria.

I grinned at him once more, my left hand wiping the tears that stood frozen at the edge of my eyes.

"I'd like that…"

—End.

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