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Kodaka's fingers froze above the keyboard. Was that...... a violin? Sure enough, the recognizable sounds of the stringed instrument were coming from the guest room. That little demon was full of surprises. She could play the violin? More importantly, she has one?! Kodaka got up slowly. For some reason, the eerie music sank itself into his very consciousness. Walking slowly to his room, Kodaka pulled a large case from his closet. It was tucked away in the corner and dust was caked all over it. He had not taken it out in years. As the ominous melody played on, Kodaka clicked open the case. Softly plucking the strings one by one, He was amazed to find the thing in tune. Tightening the bow, Kodaka listened to the tune the girl was making. He hadn't done this in years. Back when he was in Japan, every time he heard a melody or tune that spoke to him, the boy would always go into this trance like state and begin to play with it. Ever since he got to America though, he hadn't pulled out his cello at all. Kodaka finally began to run the bow across the strings. The deep mellow sound of the cello mixed in with the mysterious singing melody of the violin in the other room. The bass line the boy played was a melancholic rhythm, that gave a beat to the violin's melody and it harmonized with it perfectly. Kodaka was lost in the music. A sad, ominous, but hopeful tune played throughout the house. Kodaka didn't want it to stop.