His fingers hover above the keys and he closes his eyes.
Genta and Mitsuhiko seem to fall silent along with the rest of their class.īefore he can reach the end of the second verse, he stops. At his side, her smile widens as his fingers dance over the keys, almost ghosting over them. He adds in the chords, pressing the keys without too much force. In his head, he works out the starting notes. The song she had attempted to play is a simplified version of Amazing Grace that is made for beginning pianists. “Let me show you how you play it,” he says, looking at the instrument before him and placing his fingers in the proper position. Conan slides his eyes over to hers and gives a small smile. The height she’s adjusted the chair to is only a little awkward for him, but he manages. Ayumi looks confused, but she slides over to make space for him. Again, the magician suggests that he goes over and joins her on the piano bench.Įven though he doesn’t need to listen, he relents, heading over with his hands in his pockets. He almost scowls, but he doesn’t want to give the kids the wrong idea. Tōichi tells him that he should go and play alongside her. His thoughts must show on his face because Genta tells him that he’s spoiling the mood with the way he’s standing there. He almost cannot tell what she’s trying to play, but it’s a song he knows well. He hears Genta cheering her on and Mitsuhiko’s probably bobbing his head. The Detective Boys are huddling around the piano while everyone else is off somewhere else. The teacher had been in a good mood, allowing for them to have fun. The class is in the music room and the lesson had ended earlier than expected. The notes are all wrong and she’s hitting the keys with too much force.Ĭonan listens on with a cringe as Ayumi plays around with the piano. Perhaps, the song in his heart is too dull, too sad to hear the beauty of others. Perhaps, it’s the association with those island murders. Sure, the next two movements after the first are more upbeat, but there’s something about the song. In his opinion, Conan thinks that Moonlight Sonata is more sad than scary, more sad than beautiful. Conan wonders if it could be that obvious, but he won’t ask. The magician has been a little quiet in the past few days, doing his best to help him. The little detective wants to be able to say that Tōichi doesn’t suspect a thing, but that doesn’t appear to be the case.
Had there not, Seiji would still be lingering, but Conan has yet to catch a glimpse of him. Despite himself, he believes that peace had been found through the murders and through the suicide. He finds that it’s hard to not think of how painful it must have been for Asoh Seiji to burn away in the inferno and he can’t help but shudder at the thought. Even so, he can’t get rid of the phantom flames or the melody in C# minor.Ĭonan doesn’t tell anyone about the gruesome imagery, painted with shades of angered red and sorrowed orange against a pitch black night. From what he can recall, the case happened less than three months ago, but definitely more than a mere six weeks.
It hasn’t been that long since the case on Tsukikage Island. They’ve played in his head enough times that he’s almost certain he can play each on the piano with little to no errors.Ī singer he is not, but a violinist he is and a pianist he can be. Regardless of how often he will think of each song, both hold a special meaning to him. Haunting and beautiful, the first movement of Moonlight Sonata will play in his mind as often as that of Amazing Grace.