Sat in the comfort of your dear friends room, you observed his diligent fingers splay across the piano, fingering each key with such profession and concentration it seemed like something from a musical drama, back slouched deeply, head down as his digits glided across the blocks of ivory.. Despite this, the passionate touch seemed empty, or lifeless.. As barren of emotion as the naked trees of the cold winter-

"Toya!"

You were halted in the midst of making that brain-melting description in your head. The daunting voice trembled through the house, footsteps crawling up the stairwell, Toya's limber fingers stilling on the keys before 'he' walked through the door. Harumichi. You, personally only knew him through Toya's accounts, a composer with a brutish nature and sharp tongue, using his position as a father to take advantage of his son's future. Thankfully it didn't work, being supported by his close friends, including youself, to leave the hands of his fathers obsession with classical music.

But how would he at home? He still has to respect and listen to this poor excuse of a man, one thrown over the fact that his son didn't want to. His wrinkled features fixed on the two of you before taking a few silent steps forwards, standing just behind Toya with a permanent scowl arming is sullen features.

You could nothing but watch as Toya's lean frame trembled ever so slightly, his grey eyes fixed on the keys of the piano, fingers only just visibly twitching, his old man's breath fanning out against his neck as he bent over him, voice deep with disgust, a quiet whisper against him.

"It's all wrong.. I could hear the racket from downstairs, are you not ashamed of yourself?"

His voice slightly rose at the end, trembling at the crescendo, fists clenched at his sides, despite this he seemed weary of your presence, gaze flicking over to your own, piercing through you before refocusing on his son. As a prominent figure of the music community he couldn't let another parasite observe his actions and report him.. He would loose everything, he wouldn't allow that, even if what he was doing was for the greater good, morally right, emotionally beneficial.

And so, he roughly grabbed the Toya's wrist, tearing it off his piano, holding it tight enough to leave an imprinting of his nails, not the gentle touch a father should have, but rather one of a captor to innocent captives, a maliceful murmur following, a clear warning which was to be followed thoroughly.

"One more note and I'll make you sit here till you get it right.. Just wait till your friend leaves, then we'll see how ambitious you are, huh!?"

With that he slammed the boy's hand back onto the keys of the piano, the piano letting out a wail before stopping abruptly, scoffing as he left with the a look of unbridled hatred, cheeks red in unprecedented malice; brows furrowed, footsteps heavy enough to slightly shake the room.

Was this normal? The way he spoke seemed overbearing, aggressive with no reason, even resulting in grabbing him which made you thankful that you were present, had you not, things could've went worse than they already had, a relieved sigh leaving your own, slightly shaken, form.

That wasn't your concern now though.

Looking up from your previously lowered gaze, Toya's body shook like a leaf, fingers clenched against the piano as if trying to ground himself, breaths heavy and deep with no words leaving him in the plausibly dead silence. He looked scared. An odd disposition compared to his usual aloofness and calm smiles, pure fear etched across his lightly flushed features, tears slowly welling up in his eyes.

Despite this not a single sound left him, the silence a source of offputting ambience in the stressed atmosphere.