#they r both rich kids with loving parents & a whacky family of really interesting characters too it's very funny in my head

[hiswrlds]

' can you read the melody? ' the parchment in the niwa's hands is aged and nigh-withering, yet the little notes marking out music were still clearly dotted in dark, black ink. above the trail of quarter-and-staccatos rested its handwritten title, the words THE ANGEL'S SONG written in beautiful cursive script.

' it's supposed to be magic, and anyone who listens to the song when it's played will feel happy and at peace with themselves. ' for as much as it might have sounded nothing like an overactive imagination, it was in fact a reality, as well as a truth. strange powers rested in the music, and even he and dark had fallen under its influence once upon a time.

' the thing is, it can be really dangerous too. if you play it in reverse, then it turns into 'the devil's song' and starts to hurt anyone who listens to it --- more than anything. so much that you can't even speak or move. so we're keeping it safe, ' away from what wrong hands they could. ' i wanted to show it to you because... you liked music. and me too, i like it a lot --- that's why, i was wondering if, maybe, even without weird powers, you could still make magic, and knew a song or two that could always make people happy, too. '

@dnangelic

Somehow, the parchment looks even more fragile & old  against the white of gloved hands that carefully holds it .  The hedgehog turns it over, looks at it from arms length & then back close to his face . Thing truly is old, but he could make out the musical pattern with ease, quickly getting a feeling of what the fabled song would have sounded like on a piano or perhaps a violin, but no instruments could be found nearby, leaving only his vocals for the mission . 

“ Magic, right ?  I can buy that . ”  A song that brings people happiness is a surprisingly tame concept compared to what other extraordinary things he's stumble upon throughout his life . ( From gems that grant unfathomable power, to small creatures born of solely love energy ... )  sometimes things get so out of pocket that some people can only wish to restore to scientific reasoning, filtering ancient voices to one's & zero's, breaking down the elements to charmed stones, trying to control what they cannot comprehend, all in desperate attempt at making it make sense .   Sonic doesn't understand such logic, but he can understand where the worry & fear stems from . 

This musical piece in his hands for an example, capable of  both miracles & misery  to whoever listens ---  and what about who performs ? What about who sings ?  He has to assume there won't be an effect, trusting that Daisuke would have been careful enough to mention it .  Not that he's concerned, he's simply curious . 

Quite so . 

“ If it's so dangerous, why won't you just get rid of it ? ”   His voice is light, like he would ask about something as trivial as an emptied pen —   he's unmoving, save for an ear flick, making sure the boy doesn't get any indication that he might harm the piece of parchment himself . Hazy emerald flickering between thief & paper, he continues to silently run through the tones, it seems quite easy, like he could recite it in a bit . From someone who truly loves music, the response might seem quite insensitive, a bit unlike himself .  But the detachment in the air around him stems from something  simple .  

“ I mean a nice song — ”  He shrugs, a little exacerbated by emotion that he now lets loose . He's still smiling at the paper, that tug at his lips which never seems to waver with ease, even as his eyes speak of frustration & discontent .  “ But the feeling it brings is fake, isn't it ? ”   It's simply magic, it's not the song itself, it's not the idea behind it, it's not the heart the composer put into every tone and melody .  And if it's not any of that, then what's even the point ?  

“ I know a song or two, but even I am not sure if it could happiness to everyone, and that's the fun part, because when they listen to it, I want it to be something unique, something they get to choose, y'know . ” Not anything spellbound or starstruck .  Something real & special .  And he recalls songs, he remembers melodies, he thinks of the nursery rhymes he's used to put together for his little brother to sleep, for an instance,  what was safe & warm now feels nostalgic & funny . And it's not a bad change, it's natural, it's welcomed & precious .  

“ You're right though, you don't need magic to make people feel happy or at peace, you could make the magic yourself . ” He flashes a sharp-toothed grin, encouraging but dangerous, empowering as if he has just discovered a loophole in a law system and was hoping someone would use it sooner than later  .  The underlying, sudden mischief disappears as quickly as it came, and he turns back to the glorified piece of paper at hand with the intensified readiness & attention of a school kid asked to read a paragraph for the class .  “ Do you still want me to read it ? ”