Searching and Playing

I am Kuro Ginko and not sure what my profession is.
I just travel a lot.
Today, I'm visiting my hometown: Aokumo.

"What does she do…?"

I ran my fingers through my silver hair and yawned.

"All day, every day, she sits in front of that piano and plays the same songs over and over again. She's never talked to anyone after he left."
"…I see. So how old is she again?"
"Twelve."
"Twelve…."

I counted off years on my fingers.
H'n, five years younger than me.
The woman that was leading me around pointed to a rundown old storage house with big windows on all sides and covered in vines.
I raised my eyebrows and nodded to her.

"Well, thank you, ma'am. I'll see her now."
"She snaps if you startle her, so be careful."

I nodded again and knocked on the door, but nothing except a few notes followed.
Shrugging, I threw open the door to see a bright room, covered in vines like the outside.
A piano sat in the middle of it, and a girl with long, untidy black hair sat on the stool, playing a song.
She turned and saw me, and if looks could kill, I would've been dead.

"Hi."

I tried to sound friendly, and smiled, but she never said anything.
We watched each other in silence for a while, until she stood up and made her way toward me on slim, surprisingly tan legs.
Her hair was untidy, sure, but she still had a quiet dignity about her.

"What do you want?"
"They…. They told me about you and your infatuation for playing the piano. Might I ask why?"

She shifted her weight to her right leg and smoothed her tattered purple cloak.

"It's not an infatuation. I'm trying to find my memories."
"What do you mean?"
"There are gaps in my memory. And long ago, when I was five, a man came with a piano. He played, and some parts of the song he played brought back my memories. I asked him to play them for me over and over again, and he did, but had to leave. My memories he'd brought went with him, and I'm trying to play the song so I can remember."

I raised my eyebrows again.
Her story surprised me.
And it surprised me more when I felt a light touch on my hand.
She was looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Please, won't you help me find them? I'll repay you any way you want."
"Sure, kid. Just tell me your name."

I smirked and patted her on the head.
This sounded fun.
She pushed my hands off her head and brushed her hair back.

"Hoshi Yume. Who are you?"
"Kuro Ginko."

And that was the beginning of our little adventure.