He had only meant to slip in for a moment-to satisfy his need for the clear tones of the piano-and back out to leave the player in peace. But, as was often the case, Itachi could not pull himself from the sounds and, instead, stood against the back wall to listen unobtrusively.
And, as always, listening to the piano made him want to play. It always took him back to his time in that basement and the feeling of blessed escape that came with the sound. How happy and how sad at the same time... Many people, if they knew of his time there, would probably question why he would want to subject himself to something that would cause him to remember.
It was a complicated matter at best. The dusty, worn out piano amidst all the junk in that place was his escape. And it was a wonderful escape.
The piano had never made him feel unhappy...well, a well played piano had never made him feel unhappy.
From his place against the wall, he could only see the girl's back and caught only fleeting glimpses of her hands as she played-she certainly had the fingers of a pianist as far as he could tell.
How lovely.
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