𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 || KG APPLICATION

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄,

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘

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What is your name, age, and pronouns?

Hibari Arakawa. 18. She/her.

What is your ultimate talent? Elaboration is not necessary, but is encouraged.

Ultimate Pianist.

Please state any health conditions or risks we should be aware of.

N/A.

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, 1st Movement.

A timeless piece, one that transcends both time and languages. It’s one of many great songs that anybody could identify, solely based on the opening measure. Yet, it’s not a song without its challenge, or its merit– even with budding pianists, it's not the song they’d ever consider starting with. But, of course, every challenge will, and must, be conquered, as it is human nature to do so– they’ve climbed Everest, they’ve walked on the moon, they’ve photographed a blackhole. So there comes a time, where even the most inexperienced of players comes to overcome Beethoven’s masterpiece.

She re that day fondly.

For so long she had beaten herself up over it– she had mastered so many other pieces, so why not this one? She was a prodigy, a star in the making! If she was to earn the recognition she desired, that she *deserved*, then she needed to be better than *him*. She needed to prove to her father that she was just as worthy of his time as he was– that she deserved more than to be casted off into the shadows, that she was more of a musician than he would ever be!

She sat at the pianos for hours that day, waking up before the maids and the butlers, before her father and her cousin, and played until her fingers were red and sore. But she would not stop there, she couldn’t, not until she had proven herself, even if it meant her fingers would be bloodied, bruised, and on the verge of falling off. With each ing hour, the music in front of her only became more and more crinkled as her frustration grew and grew, nearing on the brink of incomprehension, until finally–

She had done it.

Her fingers moved across the keys, almost effortlessly, like they were dancing across ivory and ebony, pulling each note and each cord directly off the page and into the air, a waltz that only the ears could rejoice in, until slowly, only the quiet could be heard.

…

She could still feel her fingers moving. The weight of each key beneath the prints of her fingers as the song rang out in her head so clearly, but when she slowly opened her eyes, there was no piano in front of her, only space.

Beethoven seemed to ebb from her mind, slowly bending and warping into the sounds of ocean waves faint in her ear. Where was she? What had happened? She re little of what she could have possibly been doing before she was… here. Everything moved together in a blur, with specific moments and memories hard to pull out of the amalgam inside her head.

She could feel the way her hands struggled to move, the irritating friction of rope biting into her delicate skin, as the cold kiss of metal embraced her ankle in tandem. No matter how she moved, no matter how she shifted, she wasn’t able to go anywhere– Not that it mattered much anyway, did it? She had no clue where she was, so logically, even if she was able to escape her bindings, she was still at a disadvantage.

’How irritating.’

But it wasn’t long, however, until her thoughts were interrupted by movement, by a body ing her in the humidity of her makeshift cell. It was one of a girl, wrapped nearly head to toe in bandages, and only one singular eye visible. The girl seemed eerily familiar, like she had seen her face in ing, but in enough times to where such a face could be committed to memory. She stands just out of reach, which is fine by her– she truly didn’t wish to be any closer to such a sorry state of a girl, who knows what had happened to her, especially with the way she speaks so bluntly…

She was barely able to get in a single protest, a single question about her peculiar choice of words before the questions began, something which angered her greatly…

𝐈𝐂 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

“Who the hell are you supposed to be?”

”Who the hell am I?? Who the hell are *you*! Ugh- That’s a moronic question, most of Japan knows who you are, but that still doesn’t undermine my demand for an explanation! Why have I been shackled and kept in this- shitty rathole!”

She strains against the restraints that bind her here– wrists jerking in every possible direction, desperate to get some sort of hold on the bindings, desperate to break free.

”My family will be searching for me, you know. My father is a very powerful man, one that shouldn’t be trifled with. Once he figures out his prodigy daughter is missing, he’ll spend thousands—if not millions—to find me! Do you understand?”

There was a venom in her words, her tongue dripping in black, viscous hatred as she stared down the woman in front of her– Aiko Noruko, if memory serves her correct, as it often did. She had cared little for news of the cult, as, in reality, she had many more things to be worried over instead of something she found to be so… insignificant. It would be just her luck, then, that she happened to be bound up and interrogated by someone so deeply interwoven with that very same news.

And, perhaps there was a part of her that wished to bend to the will of her captor. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of annoyance. She may be stubborn, but she understood when she was in the losing position. Besides, she didn’t truly know how much she even trusted her *own* words– would her father come looking for her? Or would he simply file her as missing and let nature do the rest? Would he simply move on? She wouldn’t be surprised if he did, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he only attempted to find her so that *he* could look better. That last thought made a twinge of pain shoot through her heart, brows knitting as she released a small sigh,

”I suppose you *don’t* know who I am, then! How shameful. It is up to me then to educate you- I am Hibari Arakawa. The greatest pianist Japan has known in centuries. I am a name that everyone should know– one the likes of Bach or Brahms! Really, you must’ve been born in a cave and nursed by wolves to be so oblivious.”

“D’you know why someone as oh so highly praiiised as you ended up in this shithole?”

”Should the answer not be obvious!?”

The next question would come as a shock to her, almost as if she was more offended by this one than the last. Hibari would puff her chest out, her chin tilted high as she peered down at Aiko through her eyelashes– the impending answer coming swiftly from her lips.

”Although I have no interest in this.. ‘Cult’, I would not be surprised if I had been forcefully brought here in order to continue to spread my magnificent gift! Perhaps you all have more class than I had initially imagined, if you can see the useful tool that music can be! Even being exposed to something as simple as Beethoven’s Für Elise can shape a child’s brain into one of wonder! And truly, who else could be as talented as I and spread this word? Though, truthfully, if such was the case, you *really* could have foregone the barbaric tactics and simply asked me.”

“What do you think about love? They’re watching. Answer correctly.”

This was the question that would knock the pompous air out of Hibari’s lungs, reducing her to nothing more than a confused teenager as she hummed inquisitively.

”What kind of question is *this*?”

Her feelings were palpable in the way she spoke, her previous demeanor having long been dropped as she considered the question asked of her. Love was… a fickle thing, Hibari was sure of that much. She personally had never been in a relationship, instead dedicating herself to the piano– something she found to be much more tangible than love, but it wasn’t a completely foreign idea… Her parents, for one, though it certainly hadn’t seemed as romantic as it once was in recent years, but there was also *him*, her cousin. She had seen the way he talked about one of his close friends, the way his eyes seemed to light up at even the slightest mention of them, the way he couldn’t help but smile… It disgusted her. Even thinking back on it made Hibari cringe, her hands tightening into fists in the restraints.

”Love is useless. It doesn’t serve any purpose but to fulfill a longstanding evolutionary and societal need. You can be single and fair just fine in today’s world– I think it’s much more practical this way. Instead of chasing skirts, one can simply dedicate themselves to their craft, to their ion! Don’t let desires cloud you from the recognition you rightly deserve!”

And in an instant, Hibari’s attitude was back. Quickly having been reinflated with a simple snap of her fingers.

”And who is this ‘they’ you speak of, anyway?! Your overseers? If so, I demand an audience, immediately! Just because I answered your foolish questions doesn’t mean I am any less keen on the fact I have been *kidnapped*!”

Hibari continues to squabble, her demands falling on deaf ears as they are met simply with a huff. A reaction which makes Hibari bristle,

“Great. They’re gonna have fun with you.”

Such a chalant response does little to soothe the fury within her heart, her teeth grinding together as she once more thrashes against her restraints. It wasn’t likely to be a smart decision, as she’d probably end up with more bruises than desired in the end. But, there was little else she could do, she was vulnerable in this situation and utterly hopeless.

“I’d wish you good luck, but you’re going to die. Don’t even waste your breath.”

”You don’t get to say all of this and simply walk away! I demand you answer me! You get back here this instant, or so help me!”

Yet, it wasn’t long until someone new appeared before her, and her vision would go dark. Her body slumping uselessly as all the fiery life that once fueled her, slowly began to burn away as the comforting embrace of unconsciousness took her away.

𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

What is your name and preferred pronouns?

milky & she/they

What is your timezone?

CST.

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