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! Ah-a! You even averted eye contact when I looked at you!"

"Penny, you're in my light."

Frederic Chopin was in his bedroom, a small candle light well lit up. 

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.

The unspoken rule applied to everyone in the Chopin Family Parlour: from the parents wanting to have another child or two, the boys playing late night card games, to even a certain Composer who wanted to create a new world moving composition with his piano.

"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 should be wearing her regular robes that resembled a Japanese Kimono, however since it was bed time she changed into something more appropriate.

A Negligee 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. Feel free to look - er, laugh.

"Why are you bringing up such a random question? Also, it's past your bed time. Go to sleep."

"Says the boy who hasn't changed into his Pajamas and is writing a love letter to the sweetheart 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 little cute Witch. She thought that even when you're a complete shut-in, you still yearn for the hot touch of love. So you would stay up late to write secret love letters, send them out on your messenger dove, and exchange sweet nothings with some random Polish Girl in Warsaw somewhere..."

"... No, that's not what I'm doing. Please just go too--"

"By the way, this form of communication is too inconvenient, relying on a dove that could get shot by hunters. Why can't your Kingdom learn from us Witches and make a specialized messaging system connected via the Ethereal Net Drive. Even to this day, I can stay in contact with other Witches scattered in the winds in real time......See, I just got an arcane message from my friend who migrated to that colony in the cold North, Kanata-something. She's eloping with a lumberjack as we speak on the other side of the globe!"

".................. The level of complexity as to what you just said is beyond me. It's late, and I am not in the mood to decipher your Masonic code, so please. Go to bed and sleep."

"... 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 he slept on it. He hoped before his parents noticed the flickering lights under his door, he could finish it. 

But this Witch wearing nothing but a corset and negligee was giving him too much trouble. 

Even when the Composer offered his own bed to her, choosing to tuck himself in his own closet like a true gentlemen. Poor boy (#KickstarterForChopinBedroomExpansion)

"Go on. Do it. Be a man from the Wild West and force me off your own bed!"

"...Penny. You know I don't hit people...I have a weak constitution, so any force will hurt my internal organs. Especially when a girl bumps into me, their bouyancy seems to double the force fo the impact."

"...Other girls?"

"Hypothetically speaking."

"Oh thank god. I thought I had to get super serious with my cooking skills to fight for your affection."

"... Penny. You can't cook."

"I know, but the kitchen knife is so convenient."

"....................................... I hear nothing. I see nothing. I did not wake up this morning."

"Well with the pace you're going, it'll be dawn pretty soon...Hurry up and finish so you can roll up with me, honey♥!

"Please don't call me that...cough..."

The Witch pouted like a hamster who was hungry but was revoked from getting food. She even clenched her small hamster hands to grind them into the mattress of the bed she knelt on. Wearing nothing but an exotic negligee with a corset and showing off 100% of her thighs and legs - she felt p*ssed how the Composer didn't so much as look at her.

His eyes were only on the curves, the roundness, and the shape of the musical notes he scribbled in pitch silky black.

"Kkkkk! D*mn it Chop-Chop! Look at me! Or else my pride as a woman will reach an all time low... L-like into the deepest abyss known to mankind! Mari...Marinn...Miria....Whatever Challenge Deep!"

"Not now Penny... Just a few more bars and notes...Oh, maybe I should add this to even out the sharp harmony... No, this level of pitch sounds nice on Jolly but other pianos won't cope with it... I have to alter the tempo to---"

"Frederic Chopin. I'm going 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! And don't worry, I-I've prepared myself with a rigorous training. Both mentally and physically... I-I'm s-s-s-s-super confident my body can tank your pent up love!"

Somehow that extravagant comment was enough to force the Composer to stop twirling his quill. The Witch gulped when she saw his head perk up from leaning over his worn notes.

"Penny."

"Wait! J-just give me 10 more minutes with this m-mental exercise...Wh-whoosaaaa... Whooosaaaa... wh-whoo--"

"I'm honestly not ready to start a family of my own."

The Witch choked on her own breath and she paused the middle rubbing of her earlobe and silencing her chants to a breathless sigh. Neither party, felt comfortable looking at each other.

"Even if I did have the courage to be like the other boys who have their own children despite still going to school... I... I can't... I don't know how long--"

"DON'T SAY IT, CHOPIN!"

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

"Please... even if it's the truth, d-don't say it... Never... You will live a long and healthy life, I know it! I believe in it! So please stop acting like a moody teenager and man up! Just shut up and take me! Make happy memories no matter how bitter life is for everyone!"

"............................. I have no right to be selfish... I don't want you to carry a burden on your own... if I ever--"

"NO! BAD CHOP-CHOP! I TOLD YOU, DON'T SAY IT! THINK HAPPY!"

"........................................... Cough...Cough..."

The Composer gave a heavy cough. He made sounds that made the Witch just up and cover her ears and bite her lip. The same way a soldier would in the trenches to numb out the sound of artillery hammering the fields from day to night and all over again.

She clenched her teeth, just so she could keep herself from crying.

"... I love you, Chop-Chop."

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

"I don't know when it happened... neither how it happened... I only had noting but resentment for people like you who had no respect for magic... who hunted us. You took me in, despite the fact how I was so cruel to you in the beginning... I had this iron wall around my heart the moment I was betrayed and fled my homeland.... Yet somehow, even without using a hex or arcana weapon... you shattered that wall with only your compassion."

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

"You fed me delicious food. Warmed me with your Polish Tea. And the robe you sewed for me from scraps of your family's old laundry... I felt so grateful every time I felt those silk rub against my skin. I wanted to repay you since that day... for everything you've done for me."

The Witch curled her legs up to cover her body shielded only by the negligee. She rubbed her fingers across her knees, her toes would curl and pull at the sheets, while her lips twisted and pulsed with a small red hue.

The same color radiating from her cheeks.

"... I don't have anything in my possession, nothing I can give you to fulfill the debt you've given me. I thought that, I could be your pretend wife and make your boring and normal life more exciting... but I can't believe my own sex appeal was defeated by a box of wood and strings... your piano wife, Jolly."

".....................Penny......"

"I really don't deserve anything nice, to be honest. I'm a Witch. A fugitive of the church. Why should anyone treat a monster nice... But no, you broke that rule with your own hands... those hands that make nothing but sweet music that I fall in love every day whenever you practice... Fu-fu-fu... Somehow, even if it's only been months since we met... I... I so want to be your official wife... and bear your children. It's the least I can do... as a woman on the run, tee-hee."

".................................Penny..."

"Aaah! S-such a longing sound he's making! M-my heart is fluttering like a mad hatter stumbling down the stairs! Uugh! N--no good, my chest feels so tight! I-I can't breathe! Pant pant pant!.................. I-I'm ready! I'm so ready!----LET'S MAKE 30 BABIES CHOP--"

"Penny...don't make a mess in the kitchen... there are no teleportation holes in..... the sink......."

".............................................................................F**k."

The Witch had gathered the courage of a loving woman ready to pounce on the man of her deepest desire. She was ready to throw away everything that was pure and start her new life as the wild bride of a certain young man. A certain Composer.

Only to see him curled up across the table, his composition completed, making noises that only sawed wood would make.

"Zzzzzzzzz....... Zzzzzzzz...... Zzzzzzzzz.........  Zzz, Penny... no running... with scissors...Zzzzz."

"........A steward of the Family House, through and through... God-d*mn it, Chop-Chop why are you such a serious man! Y-you can't just ruin the mood on whim! And J-just when I finally figured out the formula to know which days of my 'unsafe days!'. Sob!"

In the end, the Witch gave up. Her war for love and passion had fail miserably, and the internal economy in her heart no longer had the strength or support to wage another full scale invasion. Even daring girls like herself need time to prepare, rampant passion is not as spontaneous as a man's desire, right!?

So, all she could do was sigh with defeat.

"...Ku-huu. As payback, I'll bury my face in your lap♥. Best morning jump-scare ever♥♥♥♥♥!"

Somehow she got some spontaneous daring back into her body and she curled up to hide under the young man's desk. As if setting up an elaborate 'You got Punked' prank, she would bury his face across his lap....... 

But due to her overwhelming emotional whirlwind, her body became exhausted and she ended up passing out, halfway under the table like a drunk woman in a bar
(#GIrlsDontDrinkTHATMuch)