The light tinkling of music wafted through the air on soft notes, blanketing the often cold aura within the mansion. Slender fingers danced across the piano keys in motions almost intimate, creating the nameless song from memory and boredom. Raito often found himself drawn to the piano and its black and white keys, indulging in the comfort of creativity and music. It was an improvement on the silence that seemed to haunt the corridors of this old home. Granted, Raito could find solace in quietude as well, but why waste an opportunity to play? His mother normally chased him away from the piano, boring hag that she was. Why did she like Kanato’s singing so much, then?
Raito paused suddenly, with his fingertips hovering over the keys. He had heard a rustle behind him, someone else had entered the living room. Much too small and light-footed to be one of the adults or older brothers, and too quiet to be Ayato or Kanato. Raito turned to look over his shoulder with a broad smil