damned_institute | Day 29: Music Room

Quatre was thankful that his "name" wasn't called to be visited, but there was always the next shift. He knew he probably should have hunted down his comrades to see if they were safe this shift as well and if they could think of a plan to escape. It was strange being in captivity, Quatre had never been caught by OZ and when one of the remaining White Fang factions had attempted to assassinate him, the action had resulted in the deaths of many innocent politicians and bureaucrats; people who had families and who had honestly been hoping to do the best with the peace that Quatre and so many like him had tried so hard to obtain.

There were a few things that could completely take Quatre's mind off even the most horrible of facts, one of them was music. So when the nurse mentioned that he could go to the 'Music Room' he couldn't help but want to at least look in the room. There was an assortment of instruments for him to choose from. There were no classical pieces to speak of, but Quatre considered the fact that an attentive enough patient could use a number of the pieces of a piano to kill someone. That and you couldn't really use headphones on a real flute.

He ran his fingers over the electric keyboard before sitting down to it.

He had once told a good friend, Noin, that he played what he felt and at the moment his anxiousness was overwhelming. If he played at least a little bit of it, it might release from him, might take some of the pressure from his heart.

That, and it would be reassuring to be doing something he loved to do. He placed the headphones on his ears, trying not to allow his emotions to affect any of the patients that might enter the room after him, and started to play.

The sound was dulled, probably for safety reasons, but that was probably for the best. If anyone spoke to him he would be able to hear, even if he let the music that his fingers played with electrical sound take him away from Landel's prison walls.

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"Mm," Yuuhi agreed. "I suppose it's hard not to be when you're in a place like this. It is... difficult ot keep up one's spirits." As long as he didn't have another night like last night he'd be alright, at least, that's what he told himself.

He had a hard time understanding why a person might cling to the places they'd come from, but then, he knew a lot of things that were normal for him weren't normal for others. "Hmm," he mused. "Sounds complicated."

Quatre preferred not to comment anymore about his emotional state, so instead he took to flipping through the sheet music laid out with the keyboard.

"It can be. It took a massive war for the Earth to unite and keeping the peace it a lot harder than fighting for it," he commented as he found a song he thought might be easy enough. "What do you think?" he asked, showing it to Fai.

He found it easy to relax around Quatre. The boy wasn't prying for answers and piano was an activity Yuuhi had once enjoyed. "That's too bad," he said with some honest feeling. "You know your politics pretty well then?" he asked, eager to give his new acquaintance something to talk about.

He skimmed the sheet music that Quatre found and nodded, glad for the distraction. "It looks fun. Since I'm already seated here, do you mind if I take the top notes?" He tilted his head slightly, "or did you want the melody?"

Quatre nodded. "Yes, my family is very influential and my part in the war makes it easy for me to make sure my voice is important. I work for what is best for my home as well as all of the human race," he smiled. "It's a pretty big task."

He looked at the keyboard and shook his head. "Oh no, you can go ahead and take the top notes. I don't mind." He really didn't. He was happy to be play anything.

"Hyuuu~," he tried to make a noise like a low whistle, but it didn't quite come out right. "I'd say so. That's a lot of responsibility," for one so young, he thought but didn't say. By looks alone, Quatre couldn't be much more than fifteen or sixteen. Around Syaoran and Sakura's age. Looks could always be deceiving, but it still sounded like a lot of work. He'd helped with similar politics and defense in Celes, though he'd been much to young, still a small child at the time, to do anything about the wars.

Yuuhi nodded and curved his fingers over the keys. There was a short intro and he started in on it after skimming the piece one more time, setting a lively pace.

Quatre shrugged but didn't comment, instead he focused on playing the music, letting that take him away from the memories of the war. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his part in it, very much the opposite, but sometimes it wasn't something he wished to speak about.

He was curious about Fai, but thought it rude to ask questions as they had just met, so instead he just took to playing music with him. That was what had gotten Trowa closer to him after all.

Day 29: Music Room

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