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Ballade No. 4 in F minor - A Composer's Sweet Heart (Not Witch)

"Hey Chop Chop. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"....................................................."

"Ah-ha! So you confess! When a person refuses to lie, they do not answer the question! Ha! You even averted eye contact when I looked at you!"

"Penny, you're in my light."

Frederic Chopin was in his bedroom. It was night time, everyone was preparing to go to bed. As much as he wanted to play his dear piano, his curfew was coming up. Plus, there was an unspoken rule that there should be no noises past a certain time.

Whether it was from his parents planning on having another child, or the boys in the family parlour (a boarding house for boys) play late night card games, this also applied to quiet and peaceful Chopin. No piano playing at night. And that rule was final.

"You still didn't answer me. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"... What?"

Chopin finally responded to the second voice in his room. It belonged to a certain girl wearing a witch's hat. She would be wearing her regular robes that resembled a Japanese Kimono, however since it was bed time she changed into something more appropriate.

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Negligees as blue as the noon sky... for some reason it was see through. Don't worry children, she was wearing a corset underneath to hide the important parts so you don't have to close your eyes.

"Why are you asking me such a ridiculous question? And you're past your bed time. Go to sleep and leave me in peace."

"Says the boy who hasn't changed into his Pajamas and is writing a love letter to the sweet heart in his mind."

"... This is my composition for next week's recital... when did I say I was writing a love letter."

"Oh, well, pardon this Witch. She thought that even though you are a shut-in, you were desperate for love so you sent out a messenger dove to some random girl in the village and started to exchange letters in secret like some kind of ethereal social life (read: internet chat)."

"I don't understand a word your saying. Now go to bed."

"... Make me."

Chopin groaned. As much as he enjoyed composing, he hated to leave it half finished. The inspirations and the notes he had in his heart would be different if her slept on it. He hoped before his parents noticed the lit candle on his table, he could finish it. But this Witch wearing nothing but a corset and negligee was giving him too much trouble. Even when he gave her his bed while he opted to sleep in his closet since she 'moved in'.

"You know I don't hurt girls."

"Exactly. That's why I want to push every buttons on your body to break your boring persona and give you no other choice but to ravage me to vent out your frustration... Don't worry, I-I've prepared myself with a rigorous training. I-I'm confident my body can tank your pent up love!"

"...I'm not ready to start a family of my own. I still have more nocturnes and opus to write up... I don't want to be chained to family responsibilities."

"Tee-hee-hee. You're just saying that because you're a virg--"

"Oh, is that a fanatical witch hunting group walking right outside the house? I can see them through my open window."

The conversation ended there as a certain Witch was curled up under Chopin's blankets. it looked like a Bunny taking refuge in another bunny's hole... It would definitely help if she didn't stick out her beautiful legs out from the corner of the bundle. In the end, Chopin believed in one thing as he turned back to finish up the rest of his composition before his parents checked on him.

".......... Who would want this so-called shut-in as a suitor anyway........ Jolly is the only one meant for me... hu-hu-hu."

Jolly was Chopin's piano (BTW).