Okay, this leaves 2 options for the next part. Either:
a) Yossi wakes up because she somehow, faintly hears Rika playing
OR (and I think this one is more likely)
b) Yossi wakes up because she's got it so bad that it doesn't feel right to not have Rika in her arms.
JFC = oracle of RFP
The two of them, they owned this piece. Will I ever see her again? Is there any chance that we can fulfill our promise?
Rika-chan, always the hard-working wife!!! (LOL, I have this image of Mai sprawled on the carpet, drooling) So she wants the letters to remember who they were to? So she doesn't know it's Yossy? (At least I think it is.... 
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no... neither (k)now nothing... aren't you updating yet?
cuz i am...
and are my plans of making you give up on the angst and just go with a happy ending working?
... ... i don't know...
Really this time~!^
I miss talking to you, you should go on msn more often... remember the other day when almost the whole gang was on? That was fun.
Still though I can't wait for the next part.
Still here 
:3
i'll try to go on more often... cause usually when i'm on, everybody's off!
thanks... here's the next part
UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At the last note of the Canon, Rika sighed. It's been such a long time since she began trying to perfect this piece. But whatever she did, she knew it wouldn't be perfect because the promise hasn't been fulfilled yet. Something will always lack until she meets that violinist again. Until they put their pieces together in this puzzle of melody, rhythm and harmony, it will never be perfect.
She didn't want to admit it but she really did want to find that girl again. It wasn't that Hitomi wasn't good. She could probably learn the arrangement by ear but it wouldn't be the same. No matter how could she is, it wouldn't be the same.
And besides, Rika herself has not memorized the violin arrangement her friend had made. She knows it by heart only as a sound. She couldn't transcribe it into notation. She couldn't make out all the nuances her friend initially improvised.
Rika resumed randomly playing scale arpeggios and improvisations. This was bliss for her. To freely create beautiful yet fleeting art. Memory mattered to music. For memory was the only way to appreciate it. The note played now wouldn't matter if you cannot relate it to the previous notes played. A note will just be a note without memory.
Memories. Rika tried to remember only the happy things but she had to concede that with all the happy memories was a reminder that those have long passed and that many sad and painful memories happened too. But Hitomi... rescued her from all those. As if none of those mattered. They're going to build a life together. The past is there but only for nostalgia.
Rika felt her cheeks getting warm at remembering how hard she had to pry Hitomi's arms off her earlier. She liked being held like that. She liked being held by Hitomi as if she was the most important person alive. She wished she was to Hitomi. She didn't know that she really was.
Rika abruptly stopped at pressing the middle C key. Love. Liebesträume No. 3.
Rika closed her eyes as she began one of her favorites from Liszt. A Dream of Love. Yes, Rika did have a dream of love. She had a dream of Hitomi. She didn't need sheet music for this one. Her hands have memorized their way on the keyboard. The rhythm they followed was the steady beating of her heart.
At the sixteenth measure, an intrusive sound, not that of the piano played along. Rika had concluded that Hitomi was an expert at sneaking into the room. Rika opened her eyes to confirm her suspicions and sure enough, Hitomi was there, standing next to the piano, smiling at her while playing along.
The dream of love manifested itself beautifully as their skilled fingers moved according to what their hearts commanded. They complemented each other so well that their adlibs fell in perfectly. It was as if, they shared the same mind and new exactly what the other is going to do next.
Compared to when they played Moonlight, today's session ended more calmly for both musicians.
Rika remained seated even if she had stopped playing. Hitomi returned her violin to its stand. No sound followed their little concerto.
Hitomi laid a hand on Rika's right shoulder as she planted a kiss on Rika's neck. "You woke up early again..."
Rika tilted her head to the other side to grant access to Hitomi. "I had to do the laundry..."
"I know... the whites are done... it's the colored ones that are on now..."
Rika looked at the clock, it was way past 90 minutes. "You--"
"Yeah... I got the whites out and loaded the next batch... I was looking for you... When I woke up, you weren't there... ... ... I fell off the sofa..." Hitomi grinned. "... You weren't there to keep me from falling..."
"You leaned outwards to much..."
Hitomi whispered in a low tone in Rika's ear "...I was thinking we could get something on... but you weren't there..."
The suggestion earned her a slap on the forearm from Rika. "To-chan! They're right there with us in the living room!"
"... I doubt anything could wake them this early..."
"That's not the point!"
"We can use the room now, you know?"
"No."
Hitomi wasn't going to give up that easily this time. She slowly placed her hands on the collar of Rika's robe. "Or, if you're too lazy to move... we can stay here... The door's locked now, anyway..." Hitomi gently brushed Rika's hair out of the way before leaning further down, kissing Rika on the shoulder, around the strap of her nightie.
Rika slightly moved away, torn between reason and instinct. "To-chan..."
"Please...?"
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Topic: Runaway from the Past (Read 316214 times)