|Sonata in Time
Author: Whillenwolf PM
But it was destiny that had drawn them apart and under fate’s command shall they reunite. [Seiji Amasawa x Shizuku Tsukishima]Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 909 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 01-09-09 - Published: 10-10-06 - id: 3192119
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A/N: Alright, this little snippet was just written on a whim due to the effects of being awake at the ungodly hours of night/morn. There may never be another part – which means I probably won't continue it. So, there, I've given the warning. So, you can basically sum it up as me proclaiming, "This is on constant HIATUS." But, just read it for Pete's sake (I really don't know who Pete is though, but who cares…) and enjoy it, but I won't promise that you'll like it. Heh. Whillenwolf
Another A/N: Well, funnily enough, I just edited this snippet... (29/11/08)
Disclaimer: Whisper of the Heart – Hayao Miyazaki – Studio Ghibli. Not mine…But the story's mine.
Sonata in Time
Many years had gone by, time flying in its wake. Lines embedded upon the faces of our young lovers – lines of smiles, folds of worry, wrinkles in time. But it was destiny that had drawn them apart, but soon under fate's command shall they reunite.
The elderly gentleman leisurely rose from the dark mahogany recliner. Slowly, and out of pure habit, he extended his arms in a yawning stretch and gazed through a large window that overlooked the picturesque canals of Cremona, Italy. The sun, levitated high in the dream-blue sky, showered the city with lively rays of happiness. It was midday and high time for lunch.
With his stomach commandeering his thoughts, the elderly gentleman headed down to the dining room where a proper lunch awaited his arrival.
Seiji Amasawa took a seat at his usual spot, the head of the table and with one arm, reached for the daily news that was set out for him by the caretaker. With his other arm, he grasped a cup of chilled milk tea. Nothing compared to the mere pleasure of drinking milk tea whilst reading a fascinating news article.
Mail sat upon the table in a neat pile that contained an assortment of letters from family, friends, and fans, along with instrument orders and the occasional junk mail that squeezed past the inspection of the butler. On this specific day, a simple manila envelope, settled within the pile, would alter the charmed life of the renowned Seiji Amasawa.