Peculiar... but not too Peculiar

Becoming The Teacher

starryanomaly — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 07:01:00 -0400

An Agencyshipping not so short short

AN: I honestly have too many ideas for these two (–W-) -__-“ but it leaves no space for other ideas that I should be working on…Oh well, these two need more LOVE. \(^_^)/ And because some spoilers just made me feel like writing >_< Not reaIly serious since I wrote this on the fly :P .I would appreciate it if you leave some comments :) Enjoy!

Becoming The Teacher.

It was a very hectic day for the BW agency especially for the president and her employee. Work was all around the Musical Theater in Nimbasa. The mayor had quite rashly formulated a renovation plan for the theater in order to increase the tourist rate in the city. White had once again gained the mayor’s approval for her ideas. After all, the Pokemon Musicals were invented by her. That basically means that the theatre was made for her. It was natural that she makes sure that her pride and joy become even more appealing. Black, on the other hand, followed his employer around, all the while monitoring the other employees, making sure that all White’s plans would work flawlessly and all the stress and pressure would diminish gradually.

Black and White were at the Theatre Hall currently inspecting the live musicians’ area. White was taking down notes for improvement as Black inspected the instrument stands, microphones and the like.

“All done over here, Prez!” Black called out to White “What else do you want me to check?”

“Really? Well, that was fast…I guess the only thing left is…”

White’s gaze trailed over to the dusty ebony instrument at the center of the area. It is quite obvious that it hasn’t been used for quite some time. White walked over to the unused instrument and wiped off the dust that gathered on the surface. She opened the cover and sat herself on the chair as she softly grazed her fingers over the keys. Experimentally, she moved her fingers, pressing the keys playing a nice soothing melody. Unconsciously, she slowly began to lose herself in the music that played in the air.

“Prez?” Black awakened her from her trance. White opened her eyes in surprise. She turned to face Black as she placed her hands on her lap.

“You play?”

“Y-yeah, I guess, a bit.” White smiled unsurely.

“For how long?” Black was curious. White told him little of her past which only peaked his curiosity even further.

“Since I was about ten, my Mom taught me how to play.” White said as she played a short series of notes. “It’s been a long time since I last played. I’m not really that good yet”

“Really? You’re as great as Bianca based on what I see…but that’s me talking.” Black smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thanks Black.” White let out a small laugh. “I really like playing. It really gives a nice feeling, you know?”

A small idea popped into White’s head. She quickly turned to face Black as he walked over to her.

“Do you want to give it a try, Black?”

“Sure, I guess.” Black said as he sat himself beside her.

“Really?” White was curious. Black isn’t one who usually tries these sorts of activities. She imagines him as someone who would be more active for the outdoors.

“Yeah, one try won’t hurt.” Black shrugged as he placed one hand on the keys accidentally letting out a loud echoing note. A light blush rushed to his cheeks as the sound was released. White couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Here I’ll help.” White slowly took his hands positioning them properly over the keys.

“Um, Prez?” The tint on his cheeks was threatening to darken. The distance between them was a bit overwhelming for Black.

“First, you place your fingers here, here and here.” White’s fingers picked Black’s as she positioned them over the chords. Her fingers were a bit shaky as she held his. She wasn’t used to this. Sure, she had held his hand numerous times dragging him to their destination. This, however, was very different. She could already feel heat radiating from her cheeks.

“Right…then I just press the keys right?” White simply nodded waiting for him to give it a try.

Black pressed a few experimentally. Luckily, the sounds produced were not as unsettling as the first time he laid hands on the instrument.

“That was good, Black.” White encouraged him. “Now, let’s try something a bit more complicated.”

White continued to lesson him on how to play. She was only teaching him the basics, worried that if she went a bit too fast, he would have difficulty in following. This was an unusual switch. Black was usually the one teaching her about the unknown. Now, White was the one giving lectures in her field of expertise. White wasn’t used to being the one teaching him but she was happy that he appreciates what she’s doing.

“What are the black keys for, Prez?”

“Oh, there are some notes that the white ones can’t reach” White explained the concept of flats and sharps as uncomplicated as she could. “Some notes are lower or higher…but not as low or high as the white keys beside it. I guess the simplest way to put it is…”

Black looked to White as he waited for her answer. Black was really curious. White told little of her past but she always opened up about what she felt. Black wanted to know more about her and how she became who she is now.

“In a song, since the white keys can’t always reach the right pitch, the black ones are the ones that cover the notes which the white ones can’t hit. The black keys kind of help the white ones create a nice sounding melody. Also, when you play some of the black and white keys together, they produce really good harmonies which make the song really pleasing to hear.”

Black stared at White for a while before he let out a smile.

“You really know a lot about music , Prez. I understand why you dedicate yourself so much to this.”

“Thanks Black. You know, you learn really fast for a beginner.” White returned his smile.

“But…I guess this really isn’t my kind of thing.” Black said as he stood up “It will take me a really long time to absorb all these concepts, melodies, harmonies and stuff.”

“Black, you really are a battler, aren’t you?” White let out a small laugh.

“MISS PRESIDENT! The mayor wants to see you!” An employee suddenly hollered from the other room.

Black and White took this as a signal to get back to work. The two stood up and cleaned the instrument before heading toward the door.

Each time their hands collided against each other only made him yearn for her warmth. Black couldn’t lie to himself. He had to admit…he liked the way her warm hands held his. How they felt as if they could perfectly in his. How her warmth spread over his hands and made him melt. Black wasn’t sure of what he should do. After all, this is the first time he faced a situation such as this. He let his hand swing casually as he usually would as forced himself to keep his mind on other things.

Suddenly, White’s hand grabbed his, stopping him in his tracks.

“Black, what are you waiting for? We still have a lot of work to do. Let’s go!” White said as she pulled him towards the other room.

“All right, Prez!”

Needless to say, their hands linked together only brought them even closer.

Extra:

BAM!

“Bianca!”

“Sorry Cheren!”

“My hands are hurting.” Cheren clutched one of his reddening hands. “I can barely feel them.”

“I’m really sorry, Cheren. I really didn’t mean to- I promise it won’t happen again. I know I’ll get you some ice wait right here!”

Cheren heard a slew of clangs, cracks and crashes from the kitchen.

“Owww….” That was the signal.

“On my way, Bianca…Just please be more careful.”

Cheren had only asked when she got that piano not ever expecting the cover to slam right on his hands.

AN: I think my knowledge on pianos is getting very blurry. I’m starting to forget how to play the thing and read the notes -__-“ This is once again a random short. Oh yeah…I’ve already decided to make a part 2 of Under New Management…and a prequel (?). Coz I’m bored to death –SHOT-) I want to make sure they’re as good as (or maybe even better than) the first one I posted. Anyways, Hoped you enjoyed reading!

Thoughts

starryanomaly — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 06:28:00 -0400

Basically, this is something just to let out those crammed ideas in my head.T____T Not to be really taken seriously since I was really bored when I wrote all of this. Some things may be off so please bear with me if you are going to read this.

This one’s angsty…I guess, I’m not really sure since it came out randomly

-____-”’

Hope you enjoy! :D

His mind was blank white. This time, however, it wasn’t filled with his long desired

childhood dream. ‘WIN! BECOME THE BEST!” Instead it was filled with pictures, scenes,

memories of a young girl his age. She was a beautiful brunette. Her clear blue eyes had

a nice twinkle in them. Her smile shining with confidence. ‘Black…’ She wasn’t any

ordinary girl. Aside from her status as the president of her own talent agency, she was

adventurous and compassionate, ready to pursue her goals. Her dream, after all, was to

see everyone happy, smiling with amazement and joy. It made him feel selfish. His

dream was to gain respect from those around him. He wanted to feel pride in himself. On

the other hand, his boss, she looked forward to a world where each living being can

interact in harmony, where each can enjoy his and others own. He was even more selfish

to want her all to himself. To be by her side whatever time or day, to be the cause of her

laughter and joy, to be the one she truly trusted above all, that was what he desired. He

somehow knew that it would be quite some time until he could finally come to terms with

his emotions but that didn’t stop him from indulging in his thoughts, thoughts which

consisted of could be’s and what if’s. He was always a dreamer. He dreamed whenever it

was possible, whether he was on the road or lying down staring at the sky. People would

say his head was always in the clouds but to him it was definitely somewhere else. A

place deep in the corners of his mind, a place where his fantasies could be finally played

out. He would imagine himself in such lighthearted situations, often times leaving a smile

plastered on his face. He would remember small subtle moments, taking in each detail

to heart. It may not always seem that he is enjoying her company but in truth, his truth,

she was his reason to keep going. She inspired him to keep going no matter what. She

became the thought that haunted him on and on. It was sudden. A day without her by his

side, his world turns bleak, incomplete.

Her mind was filled with numbers and names. All of which were closely linked to her

ongoing business. For years, she pursued her dreams, working to the bone just to finally

reach it. For the longest time, she was enveloped in her business. For the shortest times,

she actually let out her true laughter. At first, her world wasn’t as beautiful as she

imagined it to be. She had to endure past those insults, those stabbing words which

bluntly cut her heart. Eventually, she was able to overcome it but as she was able to

pass it, she was empty. Her heart was definitely in her dream but her spirit was greatly

worn down. She was slowly losing hope. She was losing her will to stand. She was

trapped. Unconsciously, she has built walls over her heart, ‘protecting’ her from harm.

She knew she had to stand her ground but how could she? She was an ordinary girl with dreams.

Dreams which were way bigger than her. She was alone. The happiness which

she found in her dream, she couldn’t share it with anyone other than herself. That is until

a fateful day filled with shouts, electricity and dreams came knocking at her door. She

honestly didn’t know what drove her that day. She honestly doesn’t regret any of it. As

the days passed by, she lost herself in not only in her dream but also in her companion.

She wasn’t sure what kind of person he was. After all, she had just recently met him. But

something about him, quickly drew her to him. It was as if an invisible force pulled her

towards him. He was a loudmouth, she had to admit but as she went pass that and

deeper into his reality, she found someone trustworthy, honest and determined.

Someone whom she felt could always be there for her. Miles away she would see him

smile, making her heart flutter lightly. She was long aware of her feelings towards him.

She had been dropping hints every now and then, hoping that someday somehow

instead of looking towards his future, he would look at his side, at the present. She was

undeniably happy. A day without him turned her skies to gray.

It was sudden. An unexpected turn of events.

Suddenly, he just became her everything.

Under New Management

starryanomaly — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 09:41:00 -0400

Under New Management:

‘The same as usual.’ was his first thought. How wrong Black was when he thought that. Maybe for now, it’s best that he doesn’t assume. He never would’ve thought he would see her in this new light.

Under New Management

by StrangerWithaMoustache

An Agencyshipping oneshot