Brookstone Tsa Lock Combination Bullet-Bakudan Bambino Secret Chapter 2 -

Again, thanks to cactuar_tamer by translating it into English and post it on the LJ community Reborn. This morning I read and I could not help translating a jerk! > W \u0026lt;Ah, Hayato is a Tsundere ~ ~

Carlo was the pianist of this little bar.

He played for for a fee that could never be described as generous, and used the money to live a simple life with his son, Niccolo.

Since the incident of their first meeting, had a lick Hayatonately inseparable relationship with the Old Carlo. Which means, wherever Hayato tried to start a conflict somewhere in the village, would be submitted without invitation Carlo, taken by itself to interfere here and there. Today was no different.

".... Boy. "

" What!? "

" Boy, it's just .. . something I want to ask you ... "

" Anything you want to ask? "

Hayato TMLXC and Carlo were both lying down with arms and legs outstretched, slumped next to each other on the floor of an alley. Both were covered with heridasy until his clothes were torn. It was obvious to anyone who had bothered to look that had been in a fight.

Hayato was arguably the result of the fighting. Sometimes a guy bumped into his shoulder, sometimes it just did not like how he looked. Those were the excuses that Hayato threw local bullies. Hayato

had been alone, but had fought well at first, but his opponent had called afriend after another until the tables were turned, and when he wanted to realize, Hayato was being attacked from all sides. That was when Carlo appeared.

Launched including Hayato trying to save, but in the end only ended up beaten together.

"Hey, look ... If you're wondering, Should I be me ask you you! "

" Questions? Ha ha ... You need not be shy. "

" Who is shy?! Look, why ... do you still were doingor 'help me', boy. "

Hayato did not know why, but could not think of anything to answer that. And his face became so hot that he could not stand it. ".............

tch ............ idiot ... "

Somehow could only murmur, so he turned his face to the other side. As he sat with his back to Carlo, drove back the pain and try to get up. Considering how he was beaten and kicked, actually his wounds were not so horrible. But ...

"Ugh .." Hayato turned to hear this complaint. Ah & iacute; was Carlo, covered in sweat and clutching his right wrist.

"Hey ..."

"Ah, I'm fine. Sometimes I have trouble with my athlete's foot, but ... "

" How can athlete's foot wrist if you're holding you, you idiot! " Hayato Carlo approached, taking his arm.

"Tch ..." Carlo made a grimace and a glance at his red and swollen left wrist was clearly not a minor injury.

" ... for all ... What the hell were you doing ...?" thought Hayato could only feel angry as he put Carlo's arm over his shoulder and started walking.

It would take two weeks to recover fully. That was the verdict given to him by Dr. Carlo. As suspected, the wrist injury was the worst. For Carlo, at least arguably was a fatal injury.

If he could not move his hand, he could not play the piano.

That meant, for Carlo, whose only source of income hnce been the functions of that little piano bar, was undoubtedly a critical point.

"... Damn ... You gotta be kidding me, dammit! You must be really stupid ... "Hayato he cursed as he walked through the town. Otherwise could not be angry every time I thought Carlo. I just could not understand what I was thinking that old. There had to be a limit to that kind of kindness, right?

From what I had heard --- or rather, as Carlo had told him about his life without beingamp; quot

;..............................."

had been detained against bar where Charles played the piano every night. Right now, the sun had not yet been set, so was still closed.

He stood before the bar looking lost. He wandered on and on approaching the door he did not know how many times before

---- "Damn!"

to be dropped door as hard as she could.

In the half-lit

nothing there was no room and the room was filled with silence. Hayato's eyes were placed on the piano in the center of the bar. A week since Carlo was injured. At that time it seemed that nobody had touched the piano, and a thin layer of dust enveloped him.

"............................."

stared at Hayato

piano.

In his mind he could see Carlo sitting there, it looked pathetic normally be changed to an expression, and his fingers flowed sober keys. Y. .. in their distant memories, the blurred image of a familiar woman

--- "Can you play the piano?"

"¡--!"

He turned in surprise, and there was Niccolo, Carlo's son standing behind him. Hayato then realized that without realizing it, had approached the piano and said the ivory of the same through the dust with a thin finger.

"C" as if he knew something like this! "

was a lie. Whewas small or had given piano recitals in front of many, many people.

Hayato

But surely these could not be considered pleasant memories.

"I just ..."

"Only?"

"Just ... that ... I mean ... It's nothing! "Cried violently, avoiding the gaze of Niccolo.

He just wanted to see if I could do something on the site, anything, if he could work insteadTMLXC - His father taught him. Hayato

felt that those words had a hole in his heart.

"Listen." Niccolo

put both hands on the keys. "... Uh"

With his small hands, Niccolo fought as best he could with the long keyboard. But, as predicted by Hayato, his performance was more to the level of child's play. Hayato

spoke without thinking. "Hey, brat."

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;¿.....?"

"It's not just hitting the keys as hard as you ..." Niccolo

bowed his head . "So?"

"No, well no! You have not made any change! "

" So it? "

" No, as I'm telling you, sun you're pressing keys the same way as before. Need more, you know, rhythm ... I say force, I say ... "

 

"Idio -! That was because apesatabas playing the piano, so I had to ... "

" That's great. "No, Niccolo?"

"Yeah!"

"I'm telling you I will not touch!"

If you still wasting time that way, Hayato would end up being absorbed by the strange rhythm of events. He quickly shook off the side of Niccolo and the old man and went straight to the exit.

& quot; Geh! "

Just when trying to leave, he found his way blocked by a couple of men, clients who entered the bar.

"Who is the boy?"

"You will not get milk from mom here."

"" , What?! Who do you believe that you are dealing with, bastard? Bar fly this whole miserable! "

" Hey, hey, please calm. This guy is the pianist to play &do it again in the wave of people, Hayato met up again at the piano.

"Uh ..." All eyes in the room were on the piano Ely. Squeezing his mind desperately to find a way to disengage from the situation but could not think of anything.

"...................." was just standing there. Under the weight of all eyes he felt his heart began to beat faster and her face to burn. But strangely --- --- was not feeling anything unpleasant. Every look was so ... sincerely waiting. Noreciendo his eyes before sitting down at the piano. Immediately, the room erupted in mood and whistles. "There goes ..."

But at the moment that would put their fingers on the keyboard, shaking it before returning. "Tch ... this ... "

gritted his teeth, hoping desperately that the trembling of his fingers to stop. Everyone in the room looked at him in silence. It was a strange feeling of unity, as if watching a toddler trying to stand up for the first time.

"....." He stopped. Com