Ongaku

Elena had noticed the young woman bopping along to something she was listening to, not noticing anything else around her, in the corner of the cafe hours ago. It was closing time now, and Elena didn’t want to disturb her, but she couldn’t finish the closing routine with a customer still in the building, so she crept over cautiously, waving a hand to try and get the young woman’s attention.

“Excuse me? Um, excuse me? Sorry. We’re closing.”

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Hinata was camped out at a table at the cafe with her laptop and headphones in. She had ordered several cups of coffee over the time she was there. This new world was fascinating, her obsession with the music only grew the more time she dwelled here. She was looking through the myths surrounding her and her kind after spending hours searching for new artist to admire and learn from. She was in the middle of reading some random article from Japan when she saw the other woman trying to get her attention. She pulled down her headphones and immediately felt guilty when the brown eyed girl spoke. 

Starting to put her stuff in her back pack she spewed her apology, “I’m so sorry, I just got lost in the internet and didn’t check the time. Holy shit I’m the worst.”

Cade did roll his eyes then. She had to be some kind of fae or trickster creature to talk circles around his circles. It seemed he’d met his match as far as that went. He’d be impressed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was thoroughly annoyed.

“What’s your name, then? So I can avoid you in the future,” he said before he walked past her.

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Honestly, Hinata was having a lot of fun. Most of the creatures she had encountered weren’t comfortable in their secrets. It wasn’t as fun to pull on their strings but this boy before her had her interest fully. This was a game she could play forever.

Hinata turned her head as he walked past, a wily smile on her lips, “I said you were excused.”

Yas chuckled. “Yeah, that’s probably the best, I think.” She crossed her legs and shrugged. “I feel like Myles has a bit of a problem collecting them, I feel like me might run out of room in the apartment.” She told her. “Do you have a favourite instrument?” Yas asked her. 

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Hinata looked through all of the guitars throughout the room as Yas spoke, “I can’t blame him. And he’s got some damn good taste.” She dragged a finger across the strings of the nearest instrument. “I grew up listening to too many wagakki to not love them the most. They’re kinda like a guitar though. I don’t really know how to explain them though, not without showing you.” Hinata laughed almost nervously before taking another drink. “Do you have a favorite instrument?”

“A good mugging would be suitable too, though I prefer to work in more subtle ways. I am sorry for whatever is about to happen in one of those stalls though.” she laughed “So, who’s next?” she asked giving another look around, trying to see if she could guess which one Hinata was going to point out next. 

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“I prefer your subtle ways, keeps me outta jail.” Laughing, she poured a couple drinks for them. Hinata scanned the room for the men she had picked out earlier. Some had gone but most were still around, “You see that guy in the gods awful suit with the pocket square? He should pull so nicely.”

“I think that I will keep that in mind,it would make it stand out.”She said as she admired the decorations that she had already put up everywhere. She tilted her head a bit to remember what the English was before almost jumping on the ladder she was on. “You are in luck we just got some in yesterday.”

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“It definitely makes things fun.” Hinata chuckled, the decorations were right up her alley. She had seen many a Halloween full of mischief. A giddy smile broadcasted itself across her face as the other woman recognized the request. “Are you serious? You’re serious right?”

Cade resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Yes, I’m familiar with the phrase,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not playing any games. If you don’t want to tell me what you are, that’s fine. I don’t care either way. If you’ll excuse me.” He moved to step around her.

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“Then I don’t understand your issue with me or my answer. You asked one question, I answered it. You never asked anything but if I was familiar with longevity.” She shrugged and moved out of his way. “But if talking in circles is your specialty, you’re very much excused.”

He turned around and waved dismissively with a smile.  “Nah, you’re fine.  I got an older brother, twin 8 year olds, and a shithead of a best friend.  Getting flat tired is nothing new here.”  

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Hinata grinned, it was nice that some people got the minor chaos that wasn’t intended. “I can imagine with that line up!” Laughing she continued, “I really appreciate the understanding though. It’s refreshing.”

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Yas laughed and took a sip of her own drink. “You’re probably right.” She smiled and opened the door to their spare room. “Alright, so all the guitars are my roommates but the shitty excuse for a piano is mine.” Yas told her. “I’m sure Myles wouldn’t mind if you used one… Maybe not the ones that look expensive.” She told her. “I… I’m not really sure which ones are his favourite. It changes every week.” Yas shrugged and let out a small laugh. 

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“Usually.” She chuckled. Trailing along, Hinata wasn’t prepared for the display of love of music that she was about to witness. The room was impressive and she couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face. “Got it.” She said softly, taking it in, “Not the expensive ones and probably not the really beat up ones either.” She took a long drink and looked around the room again. “I wish I had this many guitars. I just have a weird collection of instruments. This is amazing.”

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Yas giggled and nodded. “Alright, beer it is.” She skipped over to the fridge and pulled two of Myle’s out and placed them on the counter. Yas quickly whipped out her phone to text him to pick some more up on his way home. 

The siren reached into the drawer and grabbed a bottle opener and easily removed the tops before sliding it over to her. “Alright, so I’ll have to warn you… None of my songs are completely finished. I feel like even after they’re done… There’s so much else I could do to it.” She told her with a smile. 

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Hinata followed her into the kitchen and let the other woman work. “Excellent.” She laughed. The fox wasn’t entirely sure what to do with her hands until they were wrapped around the bottle. It gave her kind of a security object that she could fiddle with when she felt antsy. 

“You know,” She took a sip out of her bottle, “Nothing is ever finished in an artists eyes and if it is, they’re probably drunk.” 

Mattie couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape from her lips. “Well who knows, if people seem to like them enough I’ll keep the vibe like this. I do tend to go overboard this time of year.”She admitted. “Can I help you find anything?”She asked with a gentle smile appearing on her lips. 

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“Honestly, I think you should. It’s excellent.” She looked around taking in the spirit of it all. Halloween had always been her favorite modern holiday. “I’m looking for..uh. I don’t know the English word it but kinmokusei?” She asked hesitantly but slightly hopeful.

“Not really.” Kira shook her head. “But then again, I work on my boyfriends farm, so I don’t really have time to focus on music.” She shrugged. “I’m sure the bridge will come to you sooner or later, what’s the song about?”

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Hinata let out a little sigh, most people didn’t get it and she had no idea how to put it into other terms. Especially about farming. But she kept up her smile when the question came out, “Fair enough. It’s about...” She paused to think for a moment and laughed, “What I need. Which would actually work. Thank you.” 

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Yasemin unlocked the door to hers and Myles apartment and flicked on the lights. “Alright, so it’s not the cleanest right now but we did just clean the music room and we can totally order a pizza or something later.” Yas told her with a small laugh. She pulled off her shoes and glanced back at the other. “Do you want some water? I think we have beer too.” She told her. 

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Hinata shrugged, her place was often a wild mess. “I mean, for pizza I can adjust pretty much all my standards so no judgement here.” She joked with a grin, following suit to remove her shoes. Still wearing her grin she glanced over, “I’ll have whatever you’re having. If you wanna day drink I’m in, but I ain’t gonna do it alone.”

When Hinata started, Amara scanned the area til she spotted the man she was referring to. Yep, he was definitely a good place to start. “I’ll be right back” she smirked, tapping the counter a moment, before heading over to the man. It didn’t take long, as the man was more than happy to let her sit with him, and she played along, letting out a laugh at his stupid joke. She stroked the top of his hand, manipulating his body with the use of her biokenisis to give the man irritable bowel syndrome. “Oh no, where are you going?” she called out, smirking, as he suddenly was rushing from the table towards the bathroom. She picked up the wallet he’d left on the table in his rush, taking out a stack of bills from it. She handed some to the dancer closest to her, pocketed some, and then headed back over to Hinata, “for you, love” she smiled, setting the rest of what she hadn’t pocketed on the bar.

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Hinata settled into her roll behind the bar, taking orders and pouring drinks. She couldn’t help the smirk as she watched Amara out of the corner of her eye. It really was impressive what she could do. It really was a gift. Pausing in the middle of wiping down the bar, she watched the other woman with a better angle. The man stood suddenly and darted for the bathroom. Hinata laughed to herself going back to finishing the mess she had been cleaning. When she heard Amara’s voice. The fox’s eyes sparked a little, this was the mischief she loved the most. Retribution. Grinning she swiped the bills off the counter and stuffed them in her jeans. “I really don’t know how you can do it. I would probably just mug them in the alley our back if you weren’t here.” 

Yas nodded while she explained the difference between the two. She smiled as she thought about the difference between the notes and imagined playing the notes on the piano. She waved her off. “No, oh my gosh… You switching them to notes I can see so clearly in my head is like, so nice. Definitely not word vomiting.” She told her. “C’mon… Why don’t you come to my apartment now! I can show you my songs.” Yas stated. “I’d love to hear your thoughts about them, you for sure know music better than I do.” Yas giggled. 

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Flattered, Hinata grinned genuinely. It was nice to have someone to talk music to. No one else really got it like that. “I, uh,” She gestured vaguely with a laugh, “honestly can’t find any good reason I shouldn’t.” 

Cade sighed. “I don’t have the patience for mind tricks and games,” he admitted. “If you don’t want to tell me what you are, fine. It’s really none of my business.” He put his hands up. “I just offered you some advice concerning your hearing. Take it or leave it, that’s up to you. It doesn’t matter to me either way if you lose your hearing before you’re … whatever age is old for your species.”

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“You’re the one playing games. I’m just saying don’t ask if you’re not going to tell.” Hinata shrugged her smile turning sly. “And you’re right. It really is none of your business. You don’t know. So, then that means you’re assuming. You do know what most people say about that, don’t you?”

Even though October had only started, Mattie had already stocked up on Halloween decorations for not only her place,but for the flower shop. She ended up getting a bit more for her own place, but thought that what she got for the store were very fun indeed. She had put most of them up before everybody came in, but she had a few strings of ghost and pumpkin lights to put up. “I think I may have gone a bit overboard this year.” She said out loud to nobody in particular. 

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Hinata was meandering through the flower shop, sniffing at all the orange flowers as she passed them. She was looking for something certain but wasn’t sure she could find it fresh. But if ever a day to stop and smell the flowers, at least she was in a flower shop. She was ready to snick her nose in some lilacs when she heard the woman speak. “Honestly I was hoping this was just the vibe in here.” She joked rubbing at her undercut.