白鐘 直斗 ~ Naoto Shirogane (
fortuneprince) wrote2013-02-25 12:59 am
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22nd Case - [written/action]
[These past few months have been rough for Naoto mentally. Homesickness has taken its toll on her as she’s reminded by the photo given to her over Christmas about how long she’s been away from home, how long she’s been away from her friends and grandfather. She misses all of them so much. Nearly half of the investigation team she hasn’t seen in almost two years now, Rise nearly a year and Yukiko just a few months.
It also reminds her that she's older than all of them now. Yukiko even mentioned how much older she looked and sounded when she was here. She's actually older than the entire team now. She's grown up without them by her side with the exception of Souji who came and went a few times, this now being the second time he's gone.
When she wakes up to find Souji’s room now empty, unoccupied, she feels a heavy weight on her heart. Even though she knows it's best if they're not trapped here to be experimented on and sent to war, it hurts to be alone again, to be without her first and closest friends whom she misses.
And while this place has made her put up a facade from the constant farewells like when she was younger, quietly, she cries because she does miss them.
There are no notes left behind, no goodbye, only the sword he used here and back home. It's not something she can train with or use. It's too big for a person of her size, but she keeps it, placing it next to her desk. She takes a moment to put on a strong face before opening her journal.]
Souji Seta has been sent home. [And that’s all she writes before shutting her journal.
She needs a distraction, something to keep her mind busy, and today she's more than glad she attends school here. It may not deal with mysteries but it's something quick to give her something to work on and keep her focus away from thoughts of home. Besides, she can go to the library and find something later.
After school, if anyone stays behind, they might hear music coming from the music room. Well, there's no specific song that's being played, rather it's a guitar being...well, attempted to be tuned. It's probably just as horrible as the attempt Rise made to tune it a long time ago.
Naoto's never played the guitar, in fact she normally plays the piano when she stays behind after school like this. She's only really researched it to understand them a bit more. But the guitar is something Rise left behind for her almost a year ago when she left, along with a song she wrote for her.
It's taken her this long to make a go at it, but right now it puts her a bit more at ease.
(Naoto will respond to messages in the evening!)]
It also reminds her that she's older than all of them now. Yukiko even mentioned how much older she looked and sounded when she was here. She's actually older than the entire team now. She's grown up without them by her side with the exception of Souji who came and went a few times, this now being the second time he's gone.
When she wakes up to find Souji’s room now empty, unoccupied, she feels a heavy weight on her heart. Even though she knows it's best if they're not trapped here to be experimented on and sent to war, it hurts to be alone again, to be without her first and closest friends whom she misses.
And while this place has made her put up a facade from the constant farewells like when she was younger, quietly, she cries because she does miss them.
There are no notes left behind, no goodbye, only the sword he used here and back home. It's not something she can train with or use. It's too big for a person of her size, but she keeps it, placing it next to her desk. She takes a moment to put on a strong face before opening her journal.]
Souji Seta has been sent home. [And that’s all she writes before shutting her journal.
She needs a distraction, something to keep her mind busy, and today she's more than glad she attends school here. It may not deal with mysteries but it's something quick to give her something to work on and keep her focus away from thoughts of home. Besides, she can go to the library and find something later.
After school, if anyone stays behind, they might hear music coming from the music room. Well, there's no specific song that's being played, rather it's a guitar being...well, attempted to be tuned. It's probably just as horrible as the attempt Rise made to tune it a long time ago.
Naoto's never played the guitar, in fact she normally plays the piano when she stays behind after school like this. She's only really researched it to understand them a bit more. But the guitar is something Rise left behind for her almost a year ago when she left, along with a song she wrote for her.
It's taken her this long to make a go at it, but right now it puts her a bit more at ease.
(Naoto will respond to messages in the evening!)]
[Written]
I'm sorry.
[Written]
[Written]
Are you home?
[Written]
Yes.
[Written]
[Written]
[Written / Action]
[True to his word, he'll be knocking on Naoto's door an hour later. He considered bringing a gift for her, but then he realized that wouldn't be entirely helpful with taking her mind off things.]
[Action]
As she opens the door, she gestures for the dog to sit out of the way and stands to the side herself to allow her guest in.]
Good evening, Yuan-san. Please, come in.
[Action]
Good evening. [He bows his head lightly as he enters the apartment, giving the dog a sideway glance just in case it tries anything funny.]
[Action]
But he doesn't move from his spot as Yuan comes in, tail batting against the ground, and Naoto shuts the door.] Thank you... for coming. [Her expression is a bit sad but she really is glad he's here.]
[Action]
Your dog looks well.
[Action]
She nods and Kuzunoha finally moves to sit in front of Yuan, tail batting at the floor once again and gives an enthusiastic bark] Yes, he has been well. He was rather distressed earlier... though your visit has proved to cheer him up.
Would you like to sit?
[Action]
Judging from the sounds, those classes might be a good idea.]
Ah, am I interrupting you?
[Action]
Relaxing after a moment, she shakes her head.]
N-No, you weren't. I was simply tuning it.
[Action]
[Never mind the fact that it is pretty obvious that she hasn't. It's more polite to ask. Besides, he's never played one himself either, so it's not like he could do much better.]
[Action]
No, I haven't. My preference lies with the piano. [A pause] However, there is something I wish to play. It is something that may only be played on the guitar.
[Action]
[Action]
But in either case she takes out a slip of paper from her bag and hands it to him. The music written isn't exactly that complex. It consists mostly of major chords and a steady strum.]
[Action]
Not at all! I'm here to teach, after all; it's never too much to ask for help.
[When she hands him the music, he accepts it and studies it for a few moments. Hmm, simple enough melody-wise. He can probably manage this.]
Hmm, this isn't too complex. Why don't we work on learning the individual chords first before you try to put them all together?
[Action]
Yes, I believe that's fine.
[Action]
Now, let's hear you try to play it for me. Give it your best!
[He'll watch and listen and see where he needs to offer advice or help.]
[Action]
She takes the piece of paper and flusters a little. She's never actually played the guitar before. This is the first time she's plucked more than one string and made an attempt to at least tune it.]
I... How do I know when it has been tuned correctly? [CUZ YOU KNOW FIRST THINGS FIRST]
[Action]
[This... does not exactly bode well.]
[written]
This wasn't the first time something like this had occurred to her, but she this was not a time to focus the burden on her own feelings.] Thank you for informing us.
[written]
You're welcome.