Megumi Yukiyo's The First Snow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Yuki Reminisce how she met and lost her one and only love on that same special day...





I would like to thank Ms. Susan for helping me edit this story:) the next part will be posted on the 17th of January:)

Submitted: December 31, 2009

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Another pile of snow crashed down from the canopy of a white Sakura tree, adding to the layer of snow already on the streets. Yuki stood forlornly by the misty-gray French window, gazing at the snow-covered streets outside her house. She released a deep sigh, and took her ceramic tea cup from the table which was not too far from where she stood; she held it with both hands. She took a sip of tea which had gone a little cold and began to sing… "Find the way though in this glowing cosmos, our hands cannot quite reach, we depend only on our resounding love… because at the end of the road, we travelled on, we will find the light, and you'll find your way…" At the left side of the room, the firewood cracked from the heat of the continuously flickering flame. Shizune entered the room. She ran across the hall and curled up on Yuki's feet. "Oh, are you hungry now? Do you want me to get you some food now, honey?" Yuki asked in a soft, gentle voice. The cat purred. Shizune is Yuki's cat.

She is 2 feet tall with soft long fur like a Persian cat, except that her face does not look flat. She's black from head to foot except for the cross-shaped fur on her forehead that she has had since she was a kitten. She has a short rounded ears, which is not a cat-like characteristic and a very long tail which has a ball-shaped end. Her eyes are fluorescent-green and light up perfectly in the dark. Yuki got Shizune as a gift from her lover on their first monthsary. She will turn two, on January 8th. Yuki went to her kitchen and opened a can of cat food and poured it into a Hello Kitty feeding saucer and served it to Shizune. She sat down and watched vivaciously as her cat took in huge chunks of her cat food. Then, there was the doorbell… "Coming!" she called, as she took small steps which is customary of Japanese people. She turned the knob and opened the door, outside stood three young ladies in Lolita gothic dress. "Yuki-chan!! Happy Birthday!" they greeted as they show the basket they brought with them, full of home-made pastries and a bouquet of blue roses which Yuki had so much adored. "Oh! Dear! Why, thank you! That's sweet of you ladies to remember, come in, please, have a seat." she exclaimed as she opened the door wide and welcomed the visitors in. The ladies settled in near the wall furnace. "Perfect timing you came just in time. I have prepared my favorite Jasmine tea. It will go with those pastries perfectly, wait and I'll get it." she said, as she left the living room. Soon after, she returned with the pretty tea set and her special Jasmine tea, and served it to her guests. She sat on her favorite sofa which was red and made of soft leather. She bought it somewhere in Luxemburg when she was there five years ago.

Shizune was done eating her meal. She ran to Yuki's feet again and Yuki carried her to her lap and brushed her hand on Shizune until the cat fell asleep. One of the young ladies, Ayame, laid out the pastries to share with everyone. She asked "Yuki-chan, are you forgetting something?" "Huh? Me?" Yuki asked back. "Yes, remember we asked you to tell us about your love story with Saito-kun? You said you will tell us on your birthday, so we came to listen to it now." "Oh, you just remembered my birthday because of that? I was hoping you have forgotten about that…" She jested. "Oh, Yuki-chan. You promised! It wasn't that embarrassing. We think, please tell us, pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase!!" The young ladies pleaded. "Oh, very well then, I shall start, you kids are so fond of listening to love stories, eh? Well, you better listen close, because I will not repeat any of the details over again, ok?" she replied. The young girls nodded eagerly. Yuki took a sip on her tea and took a deep breath. She looked back on her better days as if it had happened so long ago… But she remembered it so vividly in her mind… "It started when I transferred into a new University in the city of Tokyo… in one of the conservatory for music there…" she began.

Yuki was twenty two when she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in her Nursing course. After she fulfilled her parent's dream for her, she decided to pursue her own dream next. So she went to the city and enrolled in one of the best Conservatory for music in Tokyo. She was beautiful and at her best. Her hair was long, black, and straight. The length passed down to her waist. It was always braided only three inches down the edge, and tied with silver ribbon. Her eyelashes were dark and long which highlighted her piercing cerulean eyes even more. Her eyes were almond and well-shaped which went along very well with the thin nose bridge and kissable cherry lips which were thin and well curved. Her body was in perfect shape, slender and slim, with a snow-white complexion. She stood 5'8" tall. She never put make up on her face but she was always glowing. She was beautiful like an angel sent down to earth, but it was her attitude that made Yuki unpopular to guys. She was quiet and naïve. Very innocent and usually couldn’t understand what guys usually joke about. She always kept her distance from the guys at school, and preferred to practice singing alone. She liked things that an ordinary lady would not like. For example, she had a weird obsession for flowers which were not popular to ladies of her age. She liked queen of the night tulips, black auritum, black pansies and blue roses.

After every class, she liked to go alone into the piano room of the old building at the back of the school gymnasium. She practiced singing there and would often times attempt to write songs using the old piano which was stacked there along with all the other old instruments of the school. She liked to sing alone. "For those reasons, I never had a boyfriend until I was 23…" she continued.

"After school, I would always stay at the dark piano room of the old building behind the school gymnasium; it was a cool and quiet place. I could easily hear if there was something wrong with my singing; plus the fact that it was a bit of a scary place, nobody would come there to disturb me as I practiced. Or so it seemed…"

The memories came pouring like a strong gush of river water on her mind. There she was, walking in the hallway of the old building. Her shoe heels ticking on the wooden floors past the first room. She pulled the rusty sliding door, which hardly slid anymore. The holes in the roof gave way to small streams of light; it showed an animated heap of dust dancing in the open air. The room was quiet. It was painted in an orange-brown color, somewhat sepia-like. Because it was already past five in the afternoon, Yuki lifted the spruce key cover of the old piano, and sat on the cushion chair next to it. She began playing a song. For quite some time, she had been working on a song that she began writing two months ago, (that time) but every now and then, when she played the song, she paused halfway after the chorus, and got stuck with it. Whenever she tried to add lyrics to complete the song, it didn’t match the previous lyrics, and she would often times be left struggling for words. Even the musical part didn’t match the song composition. "Argh!! What's wrong with this?! What's wrong with me??" she groaned in frustration. Then she started all over again, halfway through, she stopped again, and sighed. "Argh! I give up!" she murmured to herself. Suddenly, a mellow tune began playing. It was a violin. It began playing her song, and halfway where she stopped, it continued. Then a voice of a man began singing. "Those lyrics…" she whispered. “Wait! Let me write down the lyrics please!" The man agreed, and dictated the lyric he thought would be great to be the continuation of the song. It matched everything perfectly. "How did you come up with the lyrics? It was perfect, thank you, whoever you are. You are such a genius." Yuki gushed. A soft laughter drifted back, "That's what everyone calls me, but I don't think I am one." he answered humbly and then he left. "I never knew who the guy was, but oh, his voice was lovely and seductive, it made me fell in love without knowing who he was.

Since then, I would come to the piano room, earlier than my usual time. I would go there, and sing my song with that mysterious voice. Then summer vacation came, I thought I would never see him again, but I was wrong. He was my classmate the next semester. I was not able to recognize it was him, until I heard him sing and play his violin. He was gorgeous like his voice. His name was Saito."

Saito was two years younger than Yuki, but a year ahead of her in the University. He was a music genius of his generation; he could play almost just every instrument that the school possessed. It was his Stradivari violin he loved to play the most. He was the perfect master of the perfect instrument. He played just as well as he sang. His melancholic voice was cold and soothing like the voice of an angel caressing a tender soul. Not to mention he came from a well-off clan in Japan. He had the talent, the brains, the riches, and the looks. He had a Caucasian-complexion, although he was Asian. He had almond-shaped eyes which were a hazel lavender color. His nose bridge was thin and perfectly coned, and his lips curved like those in a Hollywood vampire movie. His hair was crafted with the latest trendy look for men, and it was shiny black satin in color, with a few blue steaks for highlight. He was no smaller than 6'3" in height. His body structure was a lean type, not athletic but not too skinny.

He was one of the most popular guys at school; Yuki would probably be the only girl in school who had not known him until that time. He had that killer look that could capture a woman's heart in an instant and a killer smile that he would very seldom share with people. His fan club president, Suzuka Haseyama, would have called it "a miracle" if he smiled twice a month. Well, so much for the talk about him, and back to what was happening at that time. Mr. Kasuragi wanted all his students to introduce themselves in front of the class then perform a little piece after the self introduction. It was Saito's turn when… "Gasp! It was you! You were Mr. Genius! "Yuki exclaimed when Saito began playing his violin. "I can't be wrong, the sound of the Stradivari violin, it's so distinct just like your voice, I can't be wrong!" Now the whole class's eyes were on her, and she sank back into her seat, blushing in embarrassment. Saito, there he was, with his killer smile. The other girls sigh because he smiled at Yuki. "Glad to finally meet you in person, Ms. Yukiyo Megumi." Saito said to her. . To be continued………….


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