Alone

Onabi sits at the stool of the lone grand piano in his home. The dust covering the black wood of the instrument that only plays a sad melody. Onabi tightens his grip on his legs too scared to play. His arms shake to afraid to play a note, worrying about what sad tune might come to the light. what melancholy song might flow out of his soul, what cry for help might click out of his fingers. Onabi looks at each of his performances in the past years and understands what have given him this ability. The death of his family is what makes each song so beautiful and so... sorrowful. Onabi is terrified when the muses ask for another sacrifice. HIs fingers loosen and rest easily on the keys the fingers press down slowly. The sad tune emanates once more. the music runs deep and very unhurried vey deliberate, the music blares such a rich tone form some one so young. One of chopan's loneliest pieces Ballade No. 1 in G minor, Op. 23. plays through the empty space in the house. and It emanates through the Hyuuga village like a whisper word or a loving touch, it manifests so gently yet its fraught with true sorrow. He rocks slightly to the music. he whispers to himself.
"My heart is a sinking ship, even though is cliche docent mean its not true though. I can't comfort myself because I'm not good at words. The people in my life that once made it feel full, I can't let them down. I can't do it any other way. I can only grief her death through the instrument she loved so much I won't be able to say it with words. I'm sad alone and empty I play not because I'm a musician its because it haunts me. her death brought me this."
The music pours out of Onabi's life itself its grieved with colors nobody could name. He summons this song with all the contents of his heart bering his soul before the frost. He can feel his mothers cold hand clasp his shoulder and weep over him. The sound his mother gave him. the sound he fears. The sounds the Hyuuga villages gloomy mood stems from, Not the rain, not the snow. But the sad tune that breaks the silence. The cold crisp air that stings the lungs with a sound that mocks joy and love. The music that cries for someone to pull a child out of solitude. he finally looks up and out the cracked open windows his tears Strat to run as he wishes for someone to take him out of his prison that he made him self. His voice shakes as he imagines his mothers soul standing next to him as She steps away.
"w-wait please don't go. Ask me to throw throwing stars again. Call me randomly and out of no where to waste time. don't got please, please, don't leave me behind"
The music pics up quickly the unhasted song breaks as he begs for another chance of not being alone. The image of his mother fades and the slowness picks up once more. his fingers clack the keys a few more times before he stops all together.
"goodbye..."
His hands fall to his sides. He looks up and the tears stain his face. His black and white world gains a new color. A color of sadness, shame and pity. Blue shades his white eyes, everything was stained with this new color, the snow looked like thick ice and the grey dust seemed like crushed sapphire gem dust.
"help me..."
CLAIM
Wc:606
stats 6
606+500  towards  Clan Pureblood (V7)