blahDisclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the song that this comes from, of which the name is escaping me.
Rating: G
Warnings: Philosophy, I suppose…Um…repetition, Shuichi acting like a small child
Author’s note: I kinda like this one. It has repetition, which can be annoying, but I thought it was fun. Also, when Shuichi said, “A hug? A lollypop? A bottle of hot sauce?” I had trouble thinking of what he would offer. I thought it should be at least 60 edible. Thanks to Katie for the song.
Information is not knowledge
“Hey, Yuki, what is music?”
Eiri looked up for a second before going back to typing. “You’re the ‘musician’, so why are you asking me?”
“Well…” Shuichi said, “I looked in the dictionary and I didn’t like what it said.”
“You should trust the dictionary. I do,” Eiri said bluntly.
“Oh come on! Just tell me what you would say music is!” Shuichi whined.
“Music is love,” Eiri said. But that was probably just to make Shuichi leave him alone.
Knowledge is not wisdom
“K-san, what is music?”
K pointed his pistol at Shuichi. “Why do you want to know? You’re not going to quit Bad Luck again, are you?”
“Nope. I just want to know. I didn’t like the dictionary definition. Shuichi looked expectant.
K lowered his gun. “Hm…I guess…music is beauty.”
“Beauty…” Shuichi repeated. But that was probably because he wasn’t sure.
Wisdom is not beauty
“Fujisaki! You must know what music is!” Shuichi watched as the startled pianist jumped.
“You really are stupider than I thought. We make music every day,” Suguru said, recovering from shock.
“No, I mean, give me a definition,” Shuichi said.
Suguru sighed. “Oh, you want something poetic. All right. Music is wisdom.” But that was probably because he didn’t know.
Beauty is not love
“Ayaka-san, could you please tell me what music is?” Shuichi accepted the tea he was poured and took a sip.
“I wouldn’t know so much as you,” Ayaka replied politely. She had spared Shuichi the full tea ceremony, but now she was regretting it.
“I just want a definition, please,” Shuichi requested. He didn’t like the tea, for some reason. He thought Ayaka must have made it more bitter than usual. “If you don’t mind.”
“All right, Shindou,” Ayaka paused to think. “How about information?”
Shuichi forced a smile. But that was probably because of the tea.
Love is not music
“Hiro,” Shuichi whined, “Hiro, can’t you tell me what music is?
“Well,” Hiro said teasingly, “What will you give me?”
“A hug?” Shuichi offered off the top of his head. “A lollypop? A bottle of hot sauce?”
“All right, all right,” Hiro laughed. “You don’t have to give me anything. I’ll tell you.”
“Oh, thank you Hiro! What is it?’ Shuichi asked expectantly.
Hiro smiled. But that was probably because he knew.
Music is the best
