美しいメロディー

Beautiful Melodies

By: Strawberripinkicakes

Prologue. (Kazuhiko Hidaka)

I wasn't always the coldhearted person I am now. I used to be a kind person, who was cheerful and lively. My parents are the ones who made me who I am now. No emotion, what so ever. When I was 9, my father killed my oniisan. I witnessed every moment of it. I remember otousan's wild eyes huge with anger, and mother lying on the floor with blood gushing out of her arm. Mother pleaded father to stop, but he was so full of anger, it never occurred to him that he was hurting everyone around him.

5 years ago.

"Daisuke! How dare you disobey your father? As the oldest child of our family, you should be setting an example for your younger brother, not run off with some poor farm girl. It's not about love Daisuke, it's about your future." Father said in a stern voice.

"Otousan, I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions. My future rests within my hands, not yours. And, I love this girl with all my heart and I plan on marrying her. You can't stop love, otousan." Daisuke said with an icy voice that sent chills down my spine.

"You do not talk back to your father young man, and you will not marry for the sake of love, ever! I will not allow it!" Father said as he slapped Daisuke across the face. The sound of his hand hitting oniisan's cheek startled me.

"No matter what you do, you can't stop me. I hate you Satoshi Hidaka. I always have, always will. All the things you've forced me to do during the years of my childhood? You've never actually thought about me once, have you? All you thought about was the fame, the money and all the things you would receive because of your talented child. But you never knew the pain I went through. You never stopped once to think about mother and I, have you? And otoutu. You forced him to grow up in the same way I did. I'll tell you one thing Satoshi Hidaka, it'll be a cold day in hell when he says, 'I love you, otousan.' After all that you've done, you're lucky you'll even get a card from otoutu on your birthday. I'm leaving this place right now, I'm done here. You won't be hearing from me anymore after today!" Daisuke yelled.

"Of course we won't. I won't let you leave this house ever! You will stay in this house until the day you die! I will keep you in this house one way or another, even if it means I have to kill you to keep your dead body in here!" otousan screamed with rage, and with that he pulled out a knife.

"Satoshi! Please, stop this right now! He's our son! He didn't mean to say any of those things! Please, please, calm down Satoshi! Please! Don't do this!" okaasan cried.

"Let go of me." Otousan said as he cut open okaasan's left arm with the knife. Okaasan screamed and fell down unconscious because of the pain. Her blood splattered everywhere on our pale lavender walls.

"Okaasan! … Satoshi Hidaka, i will not let you hurt my mother! You damn bastard!" Daisuke yelled.

Otousan hit Daisuke on the head, hard. It knocked him straight to the floor. Daisuke saw me peeking through the crack by my bedroom door. I saw a tear roll down his cheek. Milliseconds before the knife was driven through him, he mouthed the words, 'good bye, Kazuhiko.' Then, the blood splashed against the walls and poured out all onto the floor. Otousan's face was covered with Daisuke's blood. In his hands he held the bloody knife that killed oniisan. Otousan stopped stabbing him, and let the knife drop. He bent his head down, and I heard him whisper the words, 'I'm sorry, Daisuke.'

3 years ago.

Three years after oniisan died, I went to his grave to visit him. Every time okaasan visited Daisuke's grave, she would break down crying. Otousan never visited him with us. I'm pretty sure he went by himself every year on the same day at the same hour, September 17th, at 11:35pm.

Otousan never explained to me how Daisuke died. Even though I had witnessed everything. I looked up at this man who was supposedly my "father."

I was scarred for life ever since the incident. Images of blood and gore poured into my dreams at night. I would never once again, sleep in peace.

Chapter 2.

Now, Jan 14th, 20xx.

I walked down the halls carrying my violin case with me. It was two days since that Kinjo girl came to our school. She was the daughter of the great Izumi and Rika Kinjo. She had medium length dark brown hair, with matching chocolate eyes. Her eyes always seemed to be filled with anger and torment. I watched her for a bit during school. Jin seemed to befriend her quickly. Akane caught me glancing at Kinjo once. She yanked my chin, turned it in her direction, and pressed her lips against mine. I pushed her away.

"Akane, stop being a whore and grow up. I'm your violin tutor, and I'd like to keep it at that." I said in a stern voice.

"What the hell? Did you just call me a whore? Nobody calls me a whore, especially not you. I'll make sure to tell VP Daddy Takahashi about this. You'll lose your scholarship to Tokyo University of Music for sure." Akane said with a smirk as she whipped out her phone.

I ripped it from her hands and threw it against the wall. The phone broke apart.

"Our tutoring is over. You can go find another teacher." I said coldly as I walked away.

Akane was left speechless while her followers gathered the remains of her phone. Everyone watched me in awe as I made my way out of the cafeteria. I walked down the hallway, and that's when I heard violin music coming from the music room. I opened the door just a crack and looked inside. It was Aika Kinjo. She was playing Sonata No.1 in A major Op.13, by Fauré. Her vibrato was simply amazing and the sound rang in my ears. She looked up from her playing and saw me. Her face turned into a deep shade of red and her eyes fumed with anger.

"What the hell are you doing here? Giving me more criticism? Spying on me like you have been doing for the past 2 days? No thanks Hidaka, I don't need you to be criticizing how I play." She yelled at me.

"I'm not here to criticize you. I just wanted to say that I like your style of violin playing. That's all, you can forget about me if it makes you feel any better." I said as I walked out.

(Aika Kinjo POV)

What the hell? Who knew Kazuhiko Hidaka had complimenting words in him. That's a shocker. I packed up my violin and decided to take a bathroom break. When I entered the bathroom, I could hear silent choked cries coming from inside of one of the stalls. I entered one of them quickly and listened.

"Mom, you don't understand… You can't do this to yourself… I'm sure dad didn't mean to. It was all just a misunderstanding. Please! Reconsider your decision… I love you too… but…" A quiet voice said while trying not to cry. She seemed to be talking on the phone to someone.

"Please mom! You can't just do that!... You won't solve anything by killing yourself! Please just… Do you understand that you are hurting me? Do you care about me, mom? If you do, you'll forgive dad, and stop saying stupid things!" The voice yelled this time. I accidently leaned against the door to much, and I fell to the floor with a crash.

"Who's here?" The voice demanded. She opened the door and I found myself looking at Reika Imai.

"Were you eavesdropping on me? Mind you own business! Don't you dare tell anyone a word you just heard, is that understood?" Reika said while her eyes filled with angry tears. Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red, from embarrassment.

"I was just leaving…" I answered awkwardly.

"Get out! Now!" Reika yelled as she pointed to the exit.

I was stunned. I quickly exited the washroom, and I could feel my anger rising up. She doesn't get to tell me what to do. No one does, ever.

(Reika Imai POV)

As soon as Kinjo left the bathroom, I broke down crying again. Mother, you're an idiot! Why the hell are you doing this to yourself? Father only left you for someone else because you wouldn't listen to anyone. Father told you so many times to listen to him, but you never did. You always drank; you drank way to much that night. You collapsed. Father couldn't bear to see you like that, so he drove you to the hospital and the very next day he left. It was only a coincidence that you saw father with another woman together 3 weeks after. You can't commit suicide because father was pained to see you drinking so much. He left you because he couldn't stand it anymore. If you truly loved father and I, you would have at least tried to overcome your addiction.

To be continued...

Hey guys! Second chapter is now uploaded! I know this chapter may be a little to fast for some of you, but i need to let the major events take place soon. I'm not about to waste time. I think this chapter was a little short, for my taste. :)

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