Music from the Heart

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters. I do however, own this plot. Ha! I've finally come up with something original! I think...

Chapter 01: The Girl with No Sight

"I hear music...!" I whisper to myself, cupping my ears to hear the pleasant song more clearly.

My fingertips stroll the rough edges of the wall until they reach the ninth doorknob. I recall the lady told me the music room was the ninth door to the left. Slowly my left ear presses against the cold door, listening to the person playing the piano.

'This person seems to play much better than the other kids or teachers...'

"He's the best in the school you know."

I jump away from the door, facing the direction of where the voice came from.

"My name's Kagome," she chuckles. "I didn't mean to startle you."

My lips release a sigh of relief. I heard of Kagome, one of the nicest people around school. I also heard she lagged in her studies. "I'm Rin."

"Aren't you in my class...?"

I place my hands behind my back and tilt my head. "Un... maybe. Sorry, I don't really pay attention."

She laughs, "It's okay. Shall we get going?"

Without waiting a reply she grabs my wrist and leads me away. A few minutes later she stops. I lift my hand and clutch the door's frame.

"Sango-chan... ?" She asks, releasing my wrist. "Why are you dressed in a guy's uniform?"

I take five steps forward and thirteen steps to the left, reaching my desk, which is behind Sango.

"I swear those uniforms are way too short," Sango replies angrily. "This way that pervert can't grope my..."

"As I said before," Miroku interrupts, "it was an accident."

I imagine she was glaring the time his voice entered.

"I don't suppose accidents happen to occur when you're near me."

Kagome laughs nervously. "Try not to get into a fight..."

"I don't know," Sango says casually. I hear her knuckles crack. "It's hard for me to resist a fight."

"Punk girl," Kagome laughs. In seconds the laughter dies down. "... Oh no."

"Listen mutt, next time don't stand in my way!"

"Feh, I don't take orders from anyone!"

Miroku sighs, "Those two will never stop."

"Same goes for you," Sango mutters harshly.

By the voices I can tell Inuyasha, the trouble maker of the school, and the track star, Kouga, had entered. But if Kouga was around, then so was Ayame.

"You idiot!" Ayame exclaims, her footsteps sounding as if she could break through concrete. "How dare you interrupt our race!"


"But I suppose it didn't matter," Kouga says. "I would've won anyway."

"You were ahead by an inch," she defends.

"Ask Kanna?" Kagome suggests.

I glance to my right, where Kanna sits. She gets psychic waves and possesses an odd mirror that can read emotions. She is the same age I am, but both of us skipped a grade level. We should really be freshmen, as people thought we were due to our rather short stature. Nothing more than 5'2'', though. She skipped to be in the same grade as her sister Kagura, both planning to graduate together. I skipped for personal reasons.

"Kouga would have prevailed," Kanna says softly. "Sorry, Ayame-sama."

"You're already the most athletic female in this school," Sango points out. "Don't complain."

Kouga scoffs, "She just likes being with me."

"It's not like that!" she pouts, but everyone laughs.

I remember watching them laugh before... Even when I didn't really know them.

'But things are changing after what happened.'

"Hey Rin!" Shippo calls as I exit class. He is a freshman I grew up with.

"Hello!" I smile, extending my hand for him to take. "Shall we go?"

He takes my hand and whispers in my ear, "When are you going to tell them you're blind?"

I shrug and he sighs. It happened a month ago...

"Where are you headed?" he asks. "Library?"

"Nah," I reply. "I want to go to the music room."

"You want to go there for your free period?"

"It's not like I can do much in the library anyway," I reply, quickening my pace to keep up with him. I nearly run into him once he abruptly stops.

"Here you go," he releases my hand. "I gotta run, see ya!"

I wave and trail my fingers against the door until I find the doorknob. Opening it, I feel the cold air hit my face, brushing my raven hair back a bit. I slide my feet against the wooden floor, hopeful not to trip over anything. Twenty-seven steps later my knees hit something hard and my fingers move to feel the shape.

'Piano bench,' I think immediately.

My hands move up and forward where move fingertips stroke something smooth. A noise is produced when my index finger presses down.

'E flat.' I move to sit down. 'Let's see... '

I press a few more keys and position both hands on the piano. I close my eyes and imagine the keys of the piano beneath my hands. I sing along softly...

Suddenly I hear a click. My eyes open as I stop. "Who's there?"

No reply.

"You better answer," I threaten, still not turning around. "Or else."

"Or else... ?" replies an amused voice.

I smile, "Well, no need to say since you replied."

Silence fills the room once again.

I shift nervously in my seat. "Right, okay..."

"You play well," the smooth voice says, "for a blind girl."

I scoot quickly away and stand. The voice was right in front of me.

'I didn't hear him move behind the piano...'

My right hand extends and strokes a side of his face. He moves away from my touch as I quickly retreat my arm.

"S-sorry," I stammer. "How did you know?"

"You didn't react when I waved my hand in front of your face."

"Oh," I scratch the back of my head. "I see."


"Do you play?" I ask, stepping away from the bench.


"You know I can't see if you're nodding or not," I sweatdrop.

My response is a beautiful song he beings to play. I listen...

"You were the one in here this morning!" I blurt.

"Hn," he replies, continuing to play.

I frown, placing my hands on my waist. "Is that all you can say?"

The music dies down and the bench squeaks against the wooden floor. "What else do you want me to say?"

His deep voice hits my ears and causes tingles down my spine.

He was very, very close.

The bell rings.

'Saved by the bell.'

I hear his footsteps draw away from me, to the direction of the door.

"Will you play for me tomorrow?" I ask quickly, placing my hands behind my back.


I hesitantly look down at the ground. "... Well?"

"... Hn." And then the door closes.

'Well,' I think, my lips curving into a small smile. 'I'll take that as a yes.'

Author's Note: Well? Okay, pretty short... It only seemed long on the paper. What evil schemes, making me think it was long! I hoped you enjoyed it... please click the review button! This fic is just a sample, I'm not sure if I will continue it.

To Playing Thief readers/reviewers, don't worry, I haven't stopped that fic permanently! I was bored on the plane so I wrote a new story. I didn't write a new chapter since I already had four pages typed on the computer back home.