A Composers Kiss [Explwdinweazle-Alexriel]

[explwdinweazle]

Emilly had stayed late after school and had waited for everyone to leave before heading to the music room in the drama wing. As she stepped inside her eyes darted across the room checking out the instruments around the room. She had always enjoyed hiding away in here. She enjoyed making music and even more so she enjoyed others hearing it. She just didn't want people to know she made it. She was afraid of being famous. She didn't want to become an idle. She wanted to be herself not what others expected her to be. Emily pulled out her laptop and began to lay down a simple beat as she began to let herself get lost in the music. As the simple beat beagn to get more and more complex she began to play the piano along with it adding to the depth of the song as it played out. Her mind drifted off and she stopped paying attention to her surroundings as she delved deeper into her emotions pouring them out into her music. She wanted nothing more then to stay in the music forever never coming back to reality, but it was inevitable as the song eventually ended leaving her sitting there a small smile on her face as she finished her newest piece of work.

[Alexriel]

Chain watched as the students left his classroom, his green eyes blindly staring as their feet stepped over the threshold. Since his band had a gig late the night before, he had barely gotten any sleep and couldn’t wait to get home to bed. As always when tired, he started questioning his decision to teach. A few months ago he was just sitting around his apartment unemployed; his only income the few bucks he made from the band. He had never thought in a million years that he’d be teaching, and when he got the offer he first declined. But his economy clearly wasn’t working, so he reluctantly took the job, surprised that anyone actually would hire him.
Even though he had combed his normally messy long black hair, and exchanged vulgar t-shirts with a simple white shirt, he still didn’t quite fit the teacher-type. And even though the shirt hid most of his tattoos, the ones on his neck and hands still showed.
When all the student had left, he started assembling his things. Now he just had to grab a cup of coffee and then get some music sheets, before he could leave.

Later, with a warm cup straight black in his hands, he started walking towards the music room. He was quite surprised to see that someone was in there, since all the classes had ended, and stopped in the door. He stood there a while, eagerly listening as the girl played the piano. Even though the music was radically different from the kind of music he was into, he really appreciated the melodic complexity and could tell she was very talented. As the song ended, he took another step inside, declaring his presence.
“That was really good y'know” he said with his raspy voice, giving her a friendly smirk.

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Emily turned to look at one of her teachers. She had him for her first hour class and she remembered him because he was the only teacher she could have ever classified as hot. Actually he was fucking sexy but she wasn't about to say that out loud. In fact she would probably never really say anything about it. She quickly closed her laptop saying "I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to b-b-bother y-you. I'll g-get out of here so y-you can do what you n-need to d-do." She couldn't stop stuttering and it was starting to embarrass her as a bright pink flush washed over her face. She quickly began to stuff her recording equipment into her bag as well as her laptop as she tried to hide her blush from her teacher. He would forget about this all by tomorrow if she was lucky. Which she usually wasn't. But people had a habit of ignoring her and forgetting her so what made him any different.

[Alexriel]

“No, please stay” he interrupted, “I’m just getting some music sheets, I’ll be gone in a sec”. He scratched his back, feeling a bit puzzled about her reaction.
“And I’m serious, that was really good.” He tried to look serious, an expression he didn’t pull of very well. He wondered if she was in one of his classes and why he hadn’t noticed her before. She was actually really beautiful, in an awkward sort of way. And he found the stuttering quite cute.
Pushing his backpack up, he entered the room and started looking for his notes. He knew he had left them here somewhere…
He quickly found them lying on a chair in the back of the room, and held them up for her.
“Ah, here they are” he smiled, the small dimples in his cheeks showing.

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Emily looked back down at the ground as he held up the papers saying "G-good! B-but if i could ask you f-for a favor. P-please t-tell anyone about what y-you heard?" She probably sounded like an idiot to him but she couldn't let her secret get out. and hopefully judging by his lack of interest in her he wasn't going to. She quickly grabbed her things and went to run out the door when she ran into someone about to enter the room. She stumbled back and landed on the ground hard. She started to apologize saying "S-sorry, i d-didn't s-see you . ." But before she could finish a familiar voice rang through the air. "Oh shut up you sniveling brat! The one day i decide to come and pick you the fuck up and you keep me waiting outside!" Emily looked up to see her father. The one person she hated and feared more then anyone else. He showed no love for her and had shown her nothing but hatred sense she was 6 when her mother died. She tried to speak but he headed her off grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and hoisting her to her feet only throw her back to the ground outside the door yelling "I don't want any excuses now go get in the car!"

Emily climbed to her feet and walked to her fathers car fully knowing what was next. Meanwhile her father turned to look at the man standing in the room before saying "The girl just needs a good kick in the ass to motivate her. Trust me. Now you have a good day." His words were kind and clean but his eyes spit venom as he shot him a look that said If you say anything your dead. When Emily finally got to the car she climbed in the back seat and brought her knees to her chest so she could hide her face while she waited. When her father finally showed up and they began to drive away, he screamed at her at the top of his lunges and anyone within 30 feet of the car could here. That night when they got home he gave her the worst beating she'd received in weeks. When he finally finished and waddled off to bed she got up enough strength to post her song she'd been working on that day. Afterwords she climbed over to her make shiftt bed comprised of old comforters and buried herself into them as she passed out cold.

Se didn't come to school the next couple day's instead she stayed at home and slept all day. No one really noticed at all, except for the teachers when they took role call at least. When she finally managed to come back to school a couple days later it was hardly present what had happened not that anyone noticed. She had a gash on her lip from being backhanded way to hard and part of a much larger bruise peaking out from the back of her shirt just below her neck. She didn't say anything to anyone she just went to class. That is except for Mr. Chains class. That was one of the few classes she didn't want to go to She quickly walked into class avoiding eye contact with the teacher and moved to the back of the class to sit down by the back window. She felt so miserable and she hurt all over to top it off. He had met her father, sort of, and seen the kind of man he was.

[Alexriel]

Chain didn’t say much, just nodded to her when she asked him not to tell, even though he didn’t understand it at all. She was quite odd and awkward, but he sort of liked it about her. He found most of the other students annoying, cocky and full of shit. So the geeks and outcasts were a bit refreshing.
Starting to put the sheets of paper into his bag, he heard a male voice outside the room. The man sounded aggressive, and he immediately went to check what was happening. When he saw her she was on the floor, and he hardened his fists, ready to step in if he got violent. But she got up and followed the man Chain guessed was her father.
When the man saw him he spoke, the words awakening the devil inside Chain. He had far too many memories of abuse, and it took all his willpower not to say or do something. But because of those memories, he also knew not to get involved. He knew it would only make things worse for her.

He got home pretty quickly. When he passed the mirror he stopped and looked at himself. Slowly opening the buttons on the shirt, he watched the wide scars on his chest appear as the fabric separated. Letting the shirt fall to the ground, he just stood and examined his pale thin body, filled with scars. He really needed to talk to her, as soon as possible.
But she didn’t come to school.

Chain had gotten really worried, but it all calmed down when he saw her a few days later. Seeing the cut on her lip, his wrath blossomed once again. He noticed she tried to avoid him, and thought he’d let her be for now. After all, he had a class to take care of.
As he walked amongst his students to see they all were working, he heard a familiar tune he couldn’t place. Looking around he noticed one of the guys sitting with headphones and walked up to him.
“What were you listening to?” he asked, not angry but curious.
“Uh, nothing” he replied, embarrassed to have gotten caught.
“Give me that” taking the IPod from him, he went back to his desk and put the headphones in his ears. Wasn’t this…?
Glancing at Emily, he felt totally puzzled. He was sure this was her song, the one he had heard her play.
At the end of the lesson he stopped her in the door, leaning towards her, whispering; “I need to talk to you.”

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Emily looked up at her teacher for a moment before saying fearfully "Listen. If this is about my f-father d-don't bother. Yes he's abusive. But there's n-nothing y-you or anyone c-can do about it so j-just drop it." She looked up at him wanting to push past him but he could easily just give her detention and that would only make things worse. She stepped back a little before taking a seat at one of the desks saying "What?" She said not wanting to prolong this anymore then she had to. SHe just wanted to get done with school and go somewhere, anywhere but here.