Bridging the Gap
by Beaple Leone Michaelmas
Four years after a messy breakup, Tsukimori Len and Hino Kahoko are living separate lives. He's an international superstar in the classical music scene; she's the current darling of the Japanese media. By mutual consent, they've agreed to stay out of each other's business, and the deal carries on splendidly until a girl called Erika comes along. Childish and narrow-minded, but altogether impossible to like, she hatches a crazy plan that ends up turning Len and Kahoko's otherwise normal lives completely and irrevocably upside down. Warning: Insanity Inside.
Prologue: Competition Incoming
Hajimemashite! Thank you for taking the time to read my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. It's been a while.
I do not own La Corda d'Oro; the whole concept belongs to Kure Yuki-sensei.
Prologue: Competition Incoming
Looking through the wall-high fiber glass windows of her penthouse suite, she gazed at the blinking city lights of Tokyo. Everywhere she looked, there was color: blurs of a myriad different tints and hues trying to outwinkle and outshine each other. They raced before her line of vision, putting her under a trance, until she realized that for a moment she had stopped breathing.
Sighing deeply, she pressed her forehead against the window, and wondered once again if she was truly doing the right thing.
"Ojousama," a voice spoke from behind her. Straightening up, she saw who it was and put a hand up to steady her frenzied heartbeat.
"Naoto-san, you scared me," she muttered sheepishly. "It's not good to sneak up on people, you know?"
"My apologies," Naoto-san said with a slight bow. "I have only come to inform you that Nadeshiko-sama has heard that you're in town. She wishes to see you as soon as possible."
"Oh, Obaasama can wait," she said, turning her attention back to the city lights. "I thought I'd made it clear that everything can wait until after tomorrow?"
"Yes, Ojousama, but –"
"No buts, Naoto-san," she interrupted, wagging a warning finger. "I'm here for a very special mission, right? I can't get sidetracked by anything right now…"
"As you wish," he said, retreating with another bow.
"Wait!" she cried out suddenly, gliding past furniture to get across the room. Standing in front of Naoto-san, she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Everything's ready for tomorrow, then?"
The corners of Naoto-san's mouth twitched.
"Yes, Ojousama," Naoto-san assured her. "I have spoken with the head of our guards, and we have gone through the plan together. There is no need to worry."
"Well!" she said, grinning widely. "Good night then, Naoto-san. I'll see you at ten tomorrow."
With yet another bow, Naoto-san left the room, the door clicking loudly in his wake.
Alone in her spacious, dark hotel room, she perched on the arm of a soft beige couch, hugged a plump pillow, and stared at the coffee table in front of her, bare except for a photo. It was that of a pretty woman in her early twenties, with shoulder-length, dark red tresses and rich brown eyes. The snapshot had caught her lounging in an open terrace café, a steaming cup in one hand, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Hino Kahoko. She stared at the woman in the picture, lost in thought. She didn't think it would be this easy to find her. After six months, tomorrow…
Her heart suddenly racing, she threw herself on the couch, sending pillows flying everywhere. She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep despite knowing she probably wouldn't be able to. She was anxious and excited and scared and elated and-!
She clamped her eyes shut and willed herself to sleep.
A/N: Ahaha. That was nuts. It was a much darker scene in my head, but...