


Araceli

by Aariah



Category: Uragiri wa Boku no Namae o Shitteiru/裏切りは僕の名前を知っている
Genre: Romance
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2014-07-12
Updated: 2014-07-25
Packaged: 2014-10-21 18:32:47
Rating: K+
Chapters: 2
Words: 454
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10529101/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4006682/Aariah
Summary: She was alive again, alive- no looming threat of war over her head. A name, Luka- stuck with her through the strings of the harp that was her childhood. Genderbent AU. Musical Lesbians.





	1. Chapter 1

**_Yuki _**

_ Yes, that was her name wasn't it. She was afraid she couldn't remember- another beginning wasn't it? She was always Yuki though. From the beginning of time she's been Yuki._

_ This was her final new start. There would be no other chances without war- without blood. All that was behind her now, behind them. Behind them, wait- what of the others? Shusei, Hotsuma, Toko- the rest of them? What of Luka? _

_ For which she was grateful- this last chance at life with no looming threat above her head. But all a newborn could do was scream on the cold pavement. With the coming steps of some concerned bystander the last of those memories fade away into black. And all she could be concerned with was the fact that she was cold and hungry. Bronze eyes blink at the woman who'd picked her up and she lets out a coo. For she wasn't a particularly demanding child, she just required love. _


	2. Chapter 2

The smooth controlled movement of the arm, somehow graceful even with its forcefulness. The bow goes flying across the strings, grey eyes closed in concentration.

There, its done. Luka's eyes fly open, arm carefully lowering to her side, the violin tucked under an arm.

Whispers, behind hands- to each other. And nodding. With a wave Luka is sent away, outside- wherever. Results weren't to come in till next week. And it wasn't as if she couldn't do without the seat. It'd simply be nice.

Security, an allowance for a still moment of boredom. Or, better yet- other things. Things that didn't revolve around the crappy job she held at some company that she never bothered to even remember the name of. And music.

Music made her feel alive.  
So she played.

Clapping, that's the first thing she heard when she came back to the present. Her teacher clapping.

"Yuki- you get better each day." The old woman with surprisingly agile fingers says fondly. "More work on your fingering- and the transitions. But child that was wonderful."

"Th-thank you…" Yuki replies, blushing. She carefully runs her fingers across the strings of her precious lever harp- how long had she saved to buy her own? At least three years, since most of her money had to go towards helping Momma since she couldn't work.

But it was hers, and completely worth the wait for it. Buying the one she saw in that music shop's window every day when she went to school. She'd dumped handfuls of wrinkled dollar bills on the counter, the man behind it looking rather exasperated. But she had the money- all of it.

And it was hers. She didn't have to borrow for her music anymore, and somehow that was important.


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