The Shadow King's Princess (An OHSHC Fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter Four

The Oke club wasn't as scary as I'd built it up to be. Most of the members didn't even notice when I walked in. It seemed that they had a concert coming up and that it was something they'd been asked to do last minute, so they were all stressing over their parts. None of them really had time to pay attention to the girl trying to talk to their president.

Trying being the key word. My nerves, despite the lack of scary elements, were still making it difficult to speak. Which, of course, wasn't something encouraging when I was asking to join the club.

"We're always open to new members," the club president told me, his dark brown eyes skeptical. "But are you really able to play in front of a crowd?"

I nodded, biting my lip as I drew together my courage. It wasn't something that was easy to explain. Talking to someone with words and talking to someone with music were two entirely different things. Even before I'd gotten this bad, I'd never really had the ability to handle speaking in groups, but I'd always been able to play.

"M-my father is the one who t-taught me t-to play. I used to go on t-tour with him and I had m-my own s-spot in th-the show," I said, focusing my eyes on a space just over his shoulder. The lack of eye contact made it slightly easier to speak.

As it was, I saw the president raise his brow, one of his hands reaching up to rub the back of his head. We'd drawn the attention of several of the club members by this point.

"What's his name?"

"His n-name..." I paused, drawing a breath. I could do this, it wasn't a hard question, just tell them his name. "His name was Andre, Bello Andre."

I heard whispers break out around the room. My cheeks burning, I ducked my head. As my nerves picked up slightly, I forced myself to take a small breath. Now was no time to be chicken.

"The famous violinist? The one who was called a genius?"

The president sounded shocked. I simply nodded, acutely aware of the eyes on me. Of course that had caught the music department's attention, even though my classmates earlier hadn't picked up on it. My father's name was well spread throughout the classical music world, even now.

"Then you must be his only child, Zaira," he said.

"I-I am."

A hand entered my line of vision and I glanced up at him in surprise. The president now had a large, friendly smile, along with an expectant look. His brown hair that was pulled back by a small, black ribbon had begun to escape and circle his face. All of it put together made my nervousness drop away for just a moment.

"Yamauchi Ichiro," he told me as I took his hand. "Welcome to the Oke club."

"Hey, Ichirobaka!" a voice called out just as I'd let go of his hand.

Ichiro shoved me back just in time for me to realize something had come flying towards us. The object hit Ichiro flat on the side of the face, causing him to drop to the floor with it. Almost immediately I realized that the weapon had been a music book.

"Are you going to start practice, or are you going to flirt?"

Flushing an even deeper shade of red than before, I turned to face the case of the commotion. Standing at the top of the raised flooring stood a girl, her hands perched on her hips. The girl's eyes were dark and angry, her hair pulled back in a similar nature to Ichiro's, although it was a bit longer and messier. She basically looked like a smaller, angrier, female version of him.

"Owwwww, did you have to throw it that hard?" he complained as he stood.

"Did you have to take so long to welcome her? Get to work, ba-ka."