Rachel sat on the veranda lost in her thoughts, Tsiyi had been persistent with and Riyo has been all for it. She believes that he will be able to convince Rachel to give up revenge.
And to be honest she is thinking about it, Akiyo seems to have also taken well to Tsiyi. That has been wearing her down, the little boy had been pleading with her to tak him with her to Tsiyi home country. Or better yet marry big brother "Tsiyi".
"You have a guest" Riyo beamed from behind her, Tsiyi by her side. "I will go and ask for tea" she winked then shut the doors behind leaving Tsiyi and Rachel alone.
Rachel folded her arms as if to protect herself for another 'talk', these last few days had been him coming over to talk and him wanting to learn about her piece by piece. Leaving only one thing out, that she is truly not Ise that she took what did not belong to her.
All of it was wrong and It will still break her heart no matter how long it takes. She never thought 'Transmigration' would feel like this but then again, she never thought about it to much in the first place. Many other Transmigrator that she heard about never seem to think about it like her.
It didn't matter if the original died, the Transmigrator still took over someone else life.
"What happened the first time you picked up an instrument?" Tsiyi asked in the middle of their conversation suddenly. He sounded so eager and straightforward.
"I loved it the moment I picked it up. The sound, the strings, all of it." Rachel said the truth from her heart. In the modern world she played the violin in her youth much to her mothers' displeasure. "my Mother did no allow me to continue for 'Lack of Skill'. Her own mother and Ise mother where nearly the same except Rachel's mother ended her musical career with abuse. Her hand could never play and instrument naturally again. But, Ise could.
"Lack of Skill? I do not believe it."
"Neither do I" Rachel breathed as looked at Ise's memories. "My teacher was never allowed to express it. In fact all he was allowed to was instruct me, the servants I believed where in the same position. I had always wanted to play for my father and cousin but.... My mother had always told I wasn't good enough."
"Was your Mother tone-deaf?"
"No, My Mother was..." Rachel trailed off
"I cannot see any other explanation" his brow wrinkled in confusion.
'Gosh, even his habits is like Kevin' Rachel couldn't help but think.
"Why would a mother who knew her daughter was so immensely talented try to hide it from everyone?"
"Jealousy makes people do strange things" Rachel whispered with a dazed expression that make her seem far away. Even though she was staring straight at him.
A woman who only relied on her looks, a woman who never had talent of her own, wouldn't a person like that be jealous of another with both looks and talent. Rachel was always forced to be conservative and closed off, convincing her own daughter that making friend was wrong that liking music made her a bad girl. That making any complains made her a bad girl. Trapped in a life of being silent forever.
"Ray" Tsiyi said as he gently placed his hand one her face, but, her gaze was looking past him. He saw the water in her eyes before they fell.
She wanted to turn her head to look away, but, he kept her their his eyes looking into hers before getting closer and closer.
He kissed her, warm lips parting her own. His hand sliding possessively down her spine. It was so gently that it brought Rachel back, it was a moment, and she felt herself getting carried.
