Today's recommendation for an Academy fanfic is 'Just One Night' by savinggoddess. It is in progress, but still gets updated. It was even updated like a day or two ago. It's worth a read!

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When I write books, I have difficulties writing chapters where the characters bond with each other as I prefer action only. In this fanfic, I am trying to give Sang time to really know everyone, but some might not get enough time with Sang. Especially since I am getting bored writing cutesier scenes and I will be reverting to more action. I have big plans for this fanfic. Also, any feedback is useful: grammar, simple comments, future predictions. . . They all help me continue writing.

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The photo above is kind of the type of music room I imagined Owen would have and Victor would be using. Just imagine that there are more violons and pianos and that it is bigger.

Victor

I have to laugh at the scene before me.

Sang is currently trying to be allowed to pay. Between Owen and I, she had no chance to win. It was adorable to see her try. She looked like an angry kitten. After over five hours in the mall, Sang decided that she was done and no one could make her keep going. In those five hours, she has failed to be able to convince us to let her pay for anything.

Currently, she is arguing with Owen about letting her pay for her drink from Starbucks. It actually had been the first time for her to go to one. Owen and her were being watched by the employees who by their smirks found this quite funny and I would have to agree.

 I walk by both of them and hand the employee my black credit card, paying for all of our drinks. Sang didn't notice at first being too busy continuing her argument, but Owen did. He even smirked. It was now a more common thing to see his emotions on his face instead of a blank slate.

Sang however caught up with what was happening when she was handed her drinks, "But I didn't pay yet?"

The cashier pointed at me, "One of your friends did."

She stalked towards me, "He was going to let me pay!"

I smirked, "Just say thank you, Princess."

Sang crossed her arms, "Fine. Thank you Victor!"

Owen walked up behind her, "And I wasn't going to let you pay."

She was stubborn, "Yes, you were."

I chime in, "No, he wasn't."

Kota who was talking to Gabe turned around, "Honestly, Sang, did you really expect us to let you pay?"

Sang sighs, "I had hope."

Gabe walked over, "Whatever you want to believe, Trouble. Let's head back to Mr. B's place.

She jumped on Gabe, making him fall down and hitting him, "His name is Owen."

He quickly put up his arms defending himself from her hits, "Okay, damn you hit hard! Owen's place, I meant to say that!"

Sang delicately got up from Gabe and picked up the bags that Gabe dropped, "That's better."

We stared off as Sang walked away with a skip in her step, I commented, "She's one of a kind."

Owen smiled, "Yes, she is."

We joined her with ease. She did have shorter legs than us, though I doubt that she would appreciate it if I pointed it out. We had a full car and all of us tried to make her sit in the front as the guest should.

She took one look at us and said, "Y'all have longer legs than I do, sit up front. I fit in the back better than you all do and if I wasn't there, who would sit in the middle?"

Before we could even argue, she sat down in the back. It was easier to let her do whatever she wanted. I quickly climbed in the back with her. Owen was driving and Kota was in the front while Gabe sat on Sang's other side. Owen had control of the music and we shared some of the same taste. He chose 'Summer' by Vivaldi

I started to tap out the piece when I noticed Sang did it as well, "You know it?"

She nods, "I do, I prefer Winter though."

I smile, "As do I."

God, can this girl be anymore perfect? I have to admit that at first I didn't like this unknown bird who was with Owen. Now, I am jealous that she is with him. Not that she would even look at me if she was free, I have nothing to offer her. I know all my brothers especially Owen could give her more. The only thing that I bring to the table is money and Owen has more than enough of that as well.

She was talking animatedly with Gabe about clothes and she never looked more beautiful. The first time I saw her my heart went out to her. It was clear she was a girl who had been through a lot and immediately became a muse for me. I felt the need to compose new pieces on the piano, something I haven't done since I was 18 and forced to by my parents.

When her green eyes caught mine, you could see what she felt. Her heart is played like well worn strings; in her eyes the sadness sings; of one who was destined, for better things. But she isn't mine, she's Owen's.

Sang turned to me, "I heard from Owen that you played the piano. Do you enjoy it?"

I shrug, "Sometimes, but the way my parents used it as a way for money kind of put out the joy."

She looked at me sadly, "I get that."

I smile, "It's fine though."

Sang asked Owen, "Do you still have Mario cart at the house, Angel Eyes?"

Owen replied, "Of course, it is still there from the last time you bought it."

Gabe interrupted, "You have an Xbox to play mario cart on!"

Sang laughed, "No, I got us a Nintendo switch. It's the same idea but more portable."

He smirked, "Mr. B has been holding out on us."

I hear Sang hit him, "What did you say?"

Gabe tried to get away from her, "I meant Owen, Trouble. Just stop hitting me!"

Kota chuckled, "I think you should get used to calling Mr. B Owen quickly or you just might get more bruises."

He shrugged, "You think?"

Sang stopped hitting him, "This way you will remember faster."

Owen called out, "Don't abuse him too much, darling!"

She laughed, "How much is too much?"

He smirked, "Don't kill him."

I look out the window, "Very reassuring. . ."

We made it back to Mr.B's house quickly enough with no more threats. Sang was a joy to be around for sure. Despite her past, she lets nothing get her down and I admire her for that. All of my brothers have had tough pasts but nothing as bad as hers and we have reacted worse.

As we exited the vehicle, everyone grabbed the bags of stuff Sang bought, not leaving one for her. After all, we are southern gentlemen. She pouted when she realized what we did, but it was too late. Nathan and Sean had returned from their work. Nathan had an assignment while Sean was just working at the hospital.

That was why I was surprised to see his car in front of the house. Sean has the bad habit of over working himself by taking too many shifts, missions without sleep, especially with our most recent work. It has been taking a lot more of our time than anticipated. I guess seeing Sang is a big enough of an incentive for him to come back rather early.

We entered the house and Nathan descended on us to help. Sean was flirting and joking with Sang, making her laugh. This scene made me smile, but I needed to get away. It had been a verify taxing weekend and some alone time to think would be appreciated. I just needed an excuse. 

I turned to Sang and showed her the bags I was carrying, "Where do you want me to put these, Princess?"

She shrugged, "Just leave them here, I'll bring them up later."

I shake my head, "Nope, where do you want them?"

Sang smiled, "Just put them in front of Owen's room."

I leave the room. I knew that Owen had a music room somewhere because he had brought me there. It was one of the few separate moments we shared. It was after I had moved out of my parents house and I had just been insulted by said parents who tracked me down to force me to preform. Owen sensed something was up and brought me to the music room. He told me I was free to go there anytime. It was one of the few moments where he felt like a closer brother to me.

I quickly found it and shut the door behind me. Owen had several violons, pianos of different types. It was a nice room, one that Owen hadn't modified and seemed like it belonged in a different century. Gabe would most likely have a heart attack if he ever saw it. It was sound proofed though which is nice for me.

I sat at the piano and began to play one of the first pieces I learned. It was a simple one that my parents hated. They thought it was boring and never allowed me to preform it. I guess that's why it kept it's value to me because it wasn't used for money. I quickly transitioned to a harder piece of Beethoven's. That's how I spent my time never letting go of the piano, never stopping, smoothly going from one piece to the next.

I was so concentrated on my work that I didn't notice someone else had entered the room, much less look at who it was. I only noticed their presence when they picked up a violon and joined my music. It was a smooth transition as if they knew exactly what I was going to play. I choose one of the tougher pieces before stopping and turning around.

I stopped when I saw Sang, "Princess?"

She smiled at me and put down the violon gently, "You are an amazing violinist, my Prince."

I frown, "Prince?"

Sang puts her hands on her hips, "If I am a Princess, then you are a Prince."

I shrug, "Fine. How did you learn to play the violon?"

She caressed the violon, "I learned it before everything went to shit. Then, when I met Owen, he taught me some and I picked it up. I know some piano as well. You?"

I stand up, "I am sure you know my story. It's actually been a while since I played."

Sang walks over to the piano, "You are very good as you know. Were some of the pieces you play originals? I knew most of them, but there was a couple I didn't know."

I smile, "Yes, some were my composition. I am surprised you were able to keep up with me at the piano."

She waltzed over to me, the distance between us shrinking, "I have a tendency to remember things once I hear them."

I turn to face her, "Really?"

Sang smirked, both of us really close to each other, "I like to think that I have some surprises still."

Noticing how close we were, I backed away, "You think so?"

She sat down at the piano, "I hope so."

Sang barely touched the keys of the piano as if examining them. She then put her hands now in perfect posture and began. I didn't know the first piece, but the second one was I had just played. She had done it perfectly. I walked over to the second grand piano in the room. Why Owen had two, I would never know. As she transitioned to her third piece, I began mine. Both of our pianos sang different songs, but the same underlying melody.

It was beautiful and that was how Owen found us an hour later playing our music together.

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Word Count: 2081

I don't like writing in Victor's POV. I don't know how his mind works. I don't think I will write another one in his POV at all. Thanks for reading!