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Mysterious Emotions: chapter 1

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"Cherry, we have some news to tell you." Naomi said as she stood next to Chester in their daughter's darkened bedroom.

Cherry was with her poetry book, black as her soul and ghostly as the terrifying spirits she would unleash from deep within with poetry bleak as her demeanor. Her parents had given her unneccessary attention again. Deciding to not be rude with her caregivers, Cherry heaved a sigh and looked up at them with nothing but murder in her eyes.

"What is it, Mom?" Cherry asked.

"Well dear, we were talking with that Maestro Forte earlier," Naomi cleared her throat to a firm tone. "Since you don't really have any friends or do a whole lot after school, your father and I decided that you should spend some time with him after school."

Cherry's pencil broke and she gawked at her mother, slamming her poetry book shut. "What?" she asked in a whispery tone, then grew angry. "WHY!?"

"Come on, Cherry, it's not like you're busy after school or anything," Chester said. "It would be good for you to develop a healthy relationship with him."

"What would we do?" Cherry grunted.

"He wants to give you voice lessons so you're more vocal with your classmates, French lessons to expand your knowledge and music lessons to give you some constructive activity." Naomi explained. "I took organ lessons when I was a child, so it might be good for you too."

"Plus, your mother is joining the city council," Chester added. "So we won't always be here when you get home from school, so it would be good if you made a friend."

"I don't wanna go to him after school!" Cherry sneered. "He gives me the creeps!"

"Cherry, it would be good for you," Naomi sounded strict. "You're doing it, starting tomorrow."

"And on weekends," Chester included. "You will spend afternoons with him on days you don't have school from 1:00 to 5:00, then we'll meet together for dinner plans."

Cherry groaned and heaved a sharp sigh. She felt like she had no choice, then again, her parents made this agreement. Cherry gave in and agreed to see Maestro Forte during her free time. Chester and Naomi then agreed Cherry would see Forte after they were done talking to let him know she 'gratefully accepted' to spend some time with him.

Forte waited, but he was patient, he always had a good way of passing time whenever he was alone. He was often alone and he felt his books of the great composers who inspired him to become an organist were his friends. He wanted Cherry to be his friend too, they were both on the same views of the world and were a perfect match. Forte knew from the first time he saw Cherry as a sweet and innocent, adorable 10-year-old little girl she would grow up to be a very beautiful woman. She even has grown out of the babyhood of adorableness and into gorgeous, everlasting beauty as she ages to be a high school freshman.

Forte played his music that he had written for his former master on Christmas as his present. He hated the presents beforehand, such as Lumiere's storybook proposal and Forte was stung when he was told his music was gloomy in a bad way. Forte loved spending time with Adam since his parents died and they grew close and Forte became a substitute father to Adam. Forte didn't like Belle and true love most of the time because before Cherry, young Charles Forte had feelings for a girl named Aimee who then broke his heart and fallen in love with someone else. He was worried the same would happen to Adam, so he had to stop it, with of course, assistance with a very young Cherry and his apprentice, Fife.

Forte sighed as he finished his masterpiece, but no one was there to listen to it. He loved his song though, like an artist loves his work. He then heard faint clapping and turned to see Cherry slowly clapping with a grim look on her face. No smile, no eyes fluttering, she was near emotionless, just as she had been all the times before. Forte smirked at her since she had acknowledged his music.

"You like it, Cerise?" he asked with his dry British-French accent mix.

"Not bad," Cherry replied with her whispery voice as gentle as the spine-chilling wind in a funeral service. "You should be on the radio."

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

"A radio is something people listen to listen to music all around the world rather than sitting and listening to them perform it."

"Oh, doesn't sound as fulfilling when you're the one who wrote the song."

Cherry shrugged with her hands deep in her near endless, heavy jacket pockets.

"I take it you agreed to spend some time with me?" Forte asked with bigger happiness inside of him, than outside, his voice bore no emotion and his face was just as gaunt as ever.

"Against my will, if I may add." Cherry pushed her glasses back.

Against her will? Forte thought. Does she not enjoy my company?

"Erm, Cerise, maybe we could just try to get to know each other better so we'll be less awkward when we meet up the next time, hm?" Forte leaned back in his bench, resting his arms against the cedar post of the organ.

"What's there to get to know?" Cherry pulled up a chair and sat in it, looking way up at him with her big brown eyes, still filled with wonder and curiosity just like when she was little.

Forte shrugged. "How long have you been a dark and tormented soul?"

"Ever since I emerged from my mother's womb," Cherry sighed. "I had a fascination with death ever since I was a little kid." she then smirked, looking satisfied. "I remember in my grade school days I often drew pictures of dead people. I even played dead when my mother would send me to bed."

Forte's eyes widened and then looked relieved. He felt like his encounter with Cherry when she was younger was his blame that she was so dark and tormented. Turns out, Cherry was born that way like most Gothic people. Cherry wasn't gloomy all the time though, she had a good side once you got to know her, once you got to know her, she was arguably a Perky Goth.

"What about you?" Cherry looked up at his piercing, black, soulless eyes.

"Have I been a dark and tormented soul?" Forte shuddered and held himself. "My life has been full of misery, Cerise. My father abandoned the family the day after I was born, my brother and sister told me it was my fault he left, my mother had to work two jobs and she was rarely there for me. I felt suicidal in the most wonderful age of a child's life, age five."

"My favorite age has always been 10."

"Really? Why?"

"Well," Cherry crossed her legs. "I was a little bit of an adult kid than just a kiddy kid. I wasn't exactly a kid, but I was a double-digit age. Plus, that's around when my adventures started."

"You had other adventures?"

"Before I met Belle, of course."

"Belle..." Forte huffed under his breath with an aggravated look on his face. "I don't want you to ever mention that girl when you're with me, am I clear?"

"What're you gonna do about it?"

Forte pinned her down and held a cold, iron blade in his other hand while he used his other hand to wrap it around her throat. "Don't ever talk about Belle when you're around me, got it?" he hissed.

"Okay..." Cherry's voice sounded cracked like she had been frightened by his sudden approach on her.

Forte noticed her fright and got back up, brushing himself clean and putting his blade back in his coat pocket. "Sorry about that Cerise, but I just don't like being reminded of the endearment of 'the enchanted Christmas'."

"The Enchanted Christmas..." Cherry mumbled to herself, then smirked. "Sounds like an epic graphic novel."

"Graphic what?" Forte gawked at her.

"A graphic novel is like a comic book, but it's longer and has an epic storyline," Cherry dug into her backpack and took out a red book with nothing on the cover. "This is the best example I can show you." she let the court composer take it.

And take it he did. Forte cracked open the book and flipped through the pages featuring blood, violence and pure gore. It was all in panels and looked very action-y and gruesome for a book. "The school library gives you this type of novella?" Forte asked.

"Actually, that's not from the library," Cherry corrected him. "I made it."

Forte looked at her with his eyes wide. He couldn't believe the once sweet and innocent little girl he knew wrote such gruesome imagery and detail with her drawings, sketches and words. He looked as though he had been scared to near death himself. "Cerise..." he whispered. "You are incredible... Why are you so miserable?"

Cherry scoffed and looked away. "People don't get me," she sighed. "They judge me on how I look and just purposely ignore me. Every time someone comes near me, they either don't care I'm there or just try to get me out-of-the-way. They hurt me, inside and out. I don't have any friends, so I eat to cope with loneliness and boredom."

Forte looked unhappy that she felt that way. He closed the book and handed it back. "I'm so sorry, Cerise."

Cherry mumbled an acknowledgement of his sympathy.

"You know, Cerise, we could be lonely together?" Forte shrugged with a near smirk escaping his face.

"Lonely together? How would that work out?"

"You know, we could hang out in the cemetery, probably write poetry to each other, help each other out?"

Cherry shrugged to all his suggestions.

"Well, just think about it, okay?" Forte glanced at the clock reading 6:45 pm. "Forgive me, Cerise, but you should probably get going back home for your supper. I'll see you tomorrow, say 4:00?"

Cherry hummed, then left without another word.

"You are never alone as you think you are, Cerise." Forte whispered as she was gone and he put his hand on his chest, suddenly feeling a warm sensation inside and his heart grew strong. Could Maestro Forte, the one opposed to love and emotion, be falling in love or developing feelings? Forte shrugged all his thoughts off, then went back to performing his music.
summary: Forte agrees to give Cherry music, French and voice lessons every day in the afternoon, but during his teachings, he harbors a mysterious emotion toward her he has never felt before. I only own my OCs, Forte belongs to Disney
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