A Game of You

Prologue

The silver Moon and starlight all around it were mirrored in calm dark waters of the ocean like in a huge mirror. Two young, slim girls walked about the beach, one of them had long, green hair and the second had short hair like boy’s. They listened intently to the noise of the sea and the wind rushing above ridges of waves. The blonde very slowly approached her companion, embracing her with arms.

“How long are you going to talk to your ocean, Michiru?” She asked.

“Are you bored, Haruka?” The girl with eyes as blue as depths of seas asked.

“No, I could look at you for hours. But I worry about you. Don’t you remember that you have the concert in two hours?” Haruka continued.

“I would prefer to forget.”

“You’re perfect, you should not be anxious. Everything must came out well, if it’s you who holds the violin.”

“But the stage fright is bothering everyone. Even masters who are much better then me”. Michiru replied smiling.

“It’s not everything. The sea is trying to make something over to me...”

“What do you mean?” Haruka asked pointing the head in the direction of the edge, kind of trying to hear the voice about which the friend told her.

“It’s telling me that some changes are gearing up. Unexpected bend on the road of life...”

“Good or bad?”

“I don’t know.”

“Therefore don’t worry about it. Think that these changes will bring something wonderful. And come with me, or else you won’t manage to prepare.” The blonde touched the hand of her girl and they walked toward the car.

In one of the highest skyscrapers in the center of Tokyo, named Cygnus Tower after the corporation whose registered office was located in the building, the owner of the building was working in his study in spite of the late night. Windows in his office were huge, providing the man with the view on the panorama of the entire Tokyo and the interior was decorated with wooden furniture, some of them were hundreds of years old and other were designed by the modern world-famous designers. The man sitting in a leather armchair was about 34 - 40 years old, he had black hair and was wearing black suit. The door of the office opened and the woman with big bosom and a long blonde hair appeared in it.

“I’m sorry Mr. Tokiyama, but some man wanted to meet with you.” She enquired.

“What? There is a middle of the night! I don’t expect anybody, as a matter of fact I’m leaving right away!” The black-haired man shouted.

“But he said that he wouldn’t move from here. He told me to recall that you met with him on the old continent. He claimed that you would know what it is about.” Hearing the last sentence, Tokiyama went pale. He slumped into an armchair looking at the city behind the pane.

“Ok. Please let him in. And you can go home.” He announced. After a moment the slim, older man with grey hair dressed in an elegant, white suit appeared in the office. In the hand he held the wooden walking stick. He came up to Tokiyama’s desk, putting hand with the dark blue signet ring on its top.

“I am pleased that you are in a good health.” He said smiling.

“What do you want?!” frightened Tokiyama asked.

“You should to know it! Don’t you remember about our promise?”

“Have this time already come?”

“If I decide it, it will happen. Everything depends on me...”

“What am I supposed to do for you?” The grey man looked all around, looking for something. He noticed tickets lying on the desk of the man.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“Tickets for the concert. To the Philharmonic Orchestra.” Tokiyama answered in a trembling voice.

“It turns out that I will be searching inspiration in the music.” The man dressed in white announced. Black-haired closed his eyes. He wanted to avoid eyes of his guest as long as it was possible. When he made up his mind to look at the world again, it turned out that the grey man had already vacated his office quietly like the wind blowing above hills.