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OOC: Hay there, like I said, I got a fiction inspiration! Anyway, this is an OC La Corda Fiction that's based on Mio's "Violent Romance".

*cough* Make that "Violin Romance" dream. xDD

So let's begin!

Prolouge : Sakura Hiyori : Time for Beginnings

Who are you?

I’ve never known.

“Koshiai Yukiko.”

“Present.”

What can I do?

I can’t say.

“Shoku Nakino.”

“Here.”

Why are you here?

I’m not sure.

I sat straight in my seat, eyes ahead as I concentrated on what the teacher was saying. I had the top grades in my class, and I was proud of it. I never faltered in my strict practicing regimine, and I never fell behind in class. I had a perfect attendence record that you could track from today, all the way back to third grade. And ask any of my friends, I’d never been foolish enough to bother with the troublesomely emotional subject that was ‘boys’. They had never been worth my attention, because the only thing that would get me anywhere in life was studying and working hard. My friends thought I was stingy, and sometimes, I was surprised I even had friends. But even as serious as I was about my studies and music, I guess I was a person who was pretty agreeable.

Now, not to brag, but I had absolutely no doubt that I’d find my way into the intraschool concur’s, hands down. I smiled to myself, but quickly shook myself out of my reverie. I needed to concentrate!

But for some reason today, my attention was wandering as I waited anxiously for the announcements. As I said, I wasn’t afraid that I wouldn’t get chosen, I was afraid of who would be participating as well. I hoped that there wouldn’t be another violinist, because that would make it harder on me, even though I knew that I was by far the best violinist in the entire school.

And for the first time in five years, I was told to ‘pay attention’ by a teacher, which made me feel like melting into a pile of mush right then and there. I anchored my attention onto what Mr. Sukishyo was saying, diligently taking notes, fully aware that I was the only one in the entire classroom doing so, considering the rest of the class had taken the liberty of making first period nap-time. I nodded, showing Mr. Sukishyo that I was paying attention this time, and noticed a neatly folded piece of paper dance onto my desk. I quietly unfolded it, and read the note.

Ah, another spite note. ’You’re a teacher’s pet!’

I raised an eyebrow and loudly ripped it in half, tossing it into Nakino’s lap, the guy who’d tossed it onto my lap, saying innocently, “Nakino-san, could you please stop doing that?”

“Nakino. Would you like to share that note with the rest of us?” Mr. Sukishyo stated.

“No…” He mumbled, shooting a glare at me. I promptly looked away, having nothing to do with the scene of the crime.

Mr. Sukishyo sighed and pushed his large glasses further up on the bridge of his crooked nose, about to say something before a student from the regular department opened the door, apologizing for interuppting.

“No worries, we have more disruptions in class then outside.” Mr. Sukishyo looked meaningfully at Nakino, who shot me another glare.

“I was asked to find Koshiai Yukiko-san, she’s needed in the principal’s office.”

“Ah, go ahead Koshiai-san, you won’t miss anything important.” I nodded, and quickly gathered my things, glad to escape the blonde-devil Nakino’s glares and notes. Quickly making my way to the principal’s office, and not even bothering to wait for the regular student, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was being personally invited to join the concur’s! What luck! Unexpected, but I was certainly honored!

But when I stepped into the principal’s office, I found something totally unexpected.

A real-life, bishounen!!

…Not that I cared.

“You called for me?” I asked politely, and the principal nodded.

“We have a new student here, and I’d like you to show him around the school. You play violin as well, don’t you Koshiai? Well, you two already have something in common!”

I smiled and nodded, though inside I was scornful. Hardly. Nobody in this school was at my level, violin, piano, whatever kind of instrument you could think of, I was better then them with just my violin.

“Jyukai Sekino.” He smiled back at me and offered a hand to shake. His skin was a pure porcelin color, like a doll’s, and his dark royal blue hair was cut into a stylish feather cut, his bangs hanging slightly in his azure eyes. His sparkling smile and genuine attitude threw me for a spin, but I quickly recovered.

“My name is Koshiai Yukiko, it’s very nice to meet you!” I shook his hand and felt that his hand was unusually warm against my ice cold fingers, “Would you like to start in the regular department or the musical department?”

Judging by his cream colored blazer, he was a music student too.

“Wherever you like!” He replied cheerfully as we exited the main office, “I’d like it if we could visit the practice rooms last, so I can remember where they are. I-If that’s okay with you!”

“Sure!” I replied, leading him over to the regular department, where the students stared at us in curiousity. I personally hated being in the regular department, but Jyukai-san seemed to rather like how laid-back everything was. He examined everything with a quick glance, and I wondered if he was really seeing anything I was showing him.

I pointed out all the major buildings, explained the history of the fairy statue in the middle of the courtyard, showed him the rooftop, a nice place to practice with a refreshing breeze, and lastly, lead him to the practice rooms, which he admired with genuine awe.

“Wow, this is a great school!”

I smiled sweetly. ’No- really? Considering this was a music school, undoubtedly we’d have sound-proof rooms nimrod. The thought came mercilessly, as they always did.

“Thanks for showing me around,” He said as we stood in front of the cafeteria, “But… can I ask you one last favor?”

I blinked and nodded, “Of course!”

’How about no? I’ve already missed the last half of first period!’ I thought bitterly, though keeping my expression kind and understanding.

“I…” He flushed, “I don’t know where my classroom is.”

I stared at him in silence for a minute before I giggled (wanting to puke inside,) “Of course! That’s the last stop. I was going to show you anyway! You’re in the same class as me aren’t you? Class 2-A?”

“Ah- yeah! This is great, I was afraid that I’d end up having to make another friend, I just can’t seem to make many friends.” Sekino smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

I gasped, “Don’t say that! I’m sure you’ll make plenty of friends here! Everyone’s really friendly!” To be honest, I could already see that we only had one thing in common. We both played the violin, and even then, our level was definetely not the same.

His blue hair was far from my brown hair, his azure eyes in a parallel universe when compared to my emerald eyes, his kind, genuine, attitude, lacking self-confidence a completely different story, as my personality was over-confident, stuck-up, and I had no time for people who didn’t deserve it. But that didn’t bother me in the least. What I wondered was why I seemed to have a knack at getting a plethora of friends, while a bishounen like him seemed to be lacking in that area.

The trip back to the classroom was silent, and I found it unbearably awkward, but Sekino seemed not to notice. I had to admit, he kind of bothered me. He seemed oblivious to everything. The least sensitive kind of guy. I reached my decision as to why he had few friends.

Because he just wasn’t cut out for the insight a friend is supposed to have.

“This is our classroom!” I announced as I opened the door.

Mr. Sukishyo was in the middle of ranting and lecturing Nakino-san when we opened the door.

“I’m telling you now Nakino, I’m on my last nerve! The notes were already a lot, but throwing a textbook at me?? You’re lucky it was a paperback, or you’d be in a lot of trouble mister!!” Mr. Sukishyo was scolding, and Sekino sweatdropped, as did I.

“Eh? Ah, Koshiai-san, that took quite some time!” Mr. Sukishyo smiled, “Ah, and you must be the new student. Class, I’d like you to give Jyukai Sekino a warm welcome. He will be joining our class from today onward.”

There was no welcome for Sekino, as everyone was craning their necks to get a good look at him. He smiled nervously and I glared at Nakino-san, who was glaring at me and Sekino.

“You may sit behind Nakino-san over there. Maybe you’ll become good friends!”

’I doubt it.’ I thought as I returned to my seat.

Sitting down, Nakino hissed at me, “Ratter.”

“Sore loser.” I shot back in a whispered voice.

“Now,” Mr. Sukishyo was saying, “The intraschool concur’s are taking place as you know. I hope you will support your classmates who are selected to participate. Don’t be too disappointed if you aren’t selected, just work harder and try again next year!”

As he babbled on about the concur’s and how they worked, me and Nakino continued to insult each other, Sekino’s eyes sliding back and forth as he listened to us reveal our colorful vocabulary.

”Excuse the interupption,” The principal’s voice was heard over the PA system, ”But I would like to announce the participants of the intraschool concur’s. From class 1-A, Hakuno Miona, on the piano.”

The principal paused before continuing, ”From Class 2-A,” I sat up straighter in my seat, ”Koshiai Yukiko, on the violin.”

I grinned and smirked at Nakino who made a rather ugly face at me.

”Also from class 2-A, Jyukai Sekino, on violin.” I spun around and stared at the boy who flushed, shrinking in his seat. Everyone in class muttered about “why a new student got to enter the concur’s”.

”Also from class 2-A, Nakino Shoku, on C trumpet.” Nakino smirked at me this time and I gave him an ugly expression this time, pulling on my face, “From class 3-B, Gutokuji Kin, on the alto saxophone. And lastly, from class 3-A, Eichii Aoga, on trombone. Please meet in the faculty room after school, and good luck!”

Three students.

All from class 2-A.

What a nightmare.
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Oh, wow! That was a great chapter! Is it going to be NakinoxKoshaixSekino? It sounds really interesting! I'm glad you based it off of Mio's "Violin Romance"! =D
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~Rella~

:3 Maybe.

We'll see. I still don't have much planned. This was just sort of a rough chapter. Maybe some RP sign-up sheets for each of them would really help me envision them... Well anyhow, once the concur's start, or whenever you have time, check out the C Trumpet with the rotary valves on wiki! They're really cool!
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Yup, just checked them out on wiki, C trumpets with the rotary valves are definitely really cool! XD Omg, I wish I knew how to play the trumpet. It's very troubling to blow because of the mouth piece and because it's a brass instrument but it sounds cool. ^^

Oh and, you know, when I saw your topic, I thought it would be a one-shot because I sorta envisioned this story to be a one-shot but this is better! Yay for multi-chaptered stories! XD
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~Rella~

xD It was supposed to be a one-shot, but then I was like, "No way I can fit everything I want in if I start here, and there's no way I'm starting over." xDD

Anyway, the next chapter'll probably take awhile, but it'll be back up to par on my other chapters- 6 pages instead of just 3 or 2 or however many pages this is. I'm changing this from chapter 1 to the prolouge. >.< Too short to be a chapter.
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lol, yeah. If you made it a one-shot, there wouldn't be enough details in the story.

Oh, okay. It does make a good prologue so it makes sense. Hehe, looking forward for the next chapter! =D
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~Rella~

It would have been way~ too short if it were a one-shot. *nods* I like it and I definitely curious in where this is gonna go. Razz

Hey, I used to play Alto Saxophone a lot~ more, but I really haven't for some time now... ^^;;;; Btw, the C Trumpet look uber~ cool! ^^
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"For me, as long as you're saying it, it doesn't matter how slowly you say it, I'll still listen. If you can't talk over the phone, then I'll come to see you, just like this. I'm not a dolphin. You're also not a dolphin. If you want to walk, no matter how slowly it'll be, I'll walk with you."

"Right now, I might not be that reliable. One day, maybe I'll be able to help. Things can't be the same as they were before, but there's this kind of feeling that's linking us together. I don't think we're living in different worlds."

- Haruto Asou, 1 Litre of Tears - Episode 9

Ah, that's right, I realized that I'm going to have to change around the character's a bit, so there's a new line-up. (Sorry, no saxes, I realized that I needed a smaller character to play that, and it didn't fit the character's personality.)

Gutokuji Kin- Bassoon
Eichii Aoga- Vertical Flute (Swan-neck Flute. Look it up if you want, it looks pretty sweet)
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Hee, hee, no prob. Razz

Can't wait for the actual chap 1 to come out. ^^
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"For me, as long as you're saying it, it doesn't matter how slowly you say it, I'll still listen. If you can't talk over the phone, then I'll come to see you, just like this. I'm not a dolphin. You're also not a dolphin. If you want to walk, no matter how slowly it'll be, I'll walk with you."

"Right now, I might not be that reliable. One day, maybe I'll be able to help. Things can't be the same as they were before, but there's this kind of feeling that's linking us together. I don't think we're living in different worlds."

- Haruto Asou, 1 Litre of Tears - Episode 9

OOC: Wow, most of this chapter is the Extra Episode. But I really liked writing the Extra Episode, because it gave me a basis on all the character's. x3 I hope you like it too.

(And I couldn't start anything new after I stopped Yukiko's POV.)

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Chapter 1- Sakura Hiyori - Some Trash and the Concur's
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Extra Episode: Enter Hakuno Miona! Scary Gossip Queen!
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I sat quietly at the table, waiting for Furuki-sensei to come and explain to us how the concur’s would go about. Seki, as I’d been directed to address him, was oddly getting along very well with Nakino-san. The two looked like an odd pair, as Nakino’s chin length, pale blonde hair and black eyes looked relatively unimpressive when placed next to Seki. I found that the two of them together seemed to balance it out though. Seki seemed out-of-this-world with his childish attitude, and Nakino was unbearably down-to-earth. Almost like me, but he was more immature in a sense.

“A C trumpet? Sounds like fun. I’ve never played a brass instrument,” Seki laughed in an embarassed way, “I can’t even buzz on the mouthpiece.”

Nakino shrugged, “Well, it’s kind of something you get used to after awhile. It’s hard to get the hang of at first. It’s not like violinist’s use their lips or lungs when they’re playing.” He looked meaningfully at me and I shot him a glare of daggers.

Seki and Nakino continued to blab until the conversation was killed with the door slamming open.

“…Second years.” A boy with cloudy gray hair and unnerving maroon colored eyes glared at the three of us, another with jet black hair cut into an amazing short layered style and frame-less glasses peering over his companion’s shoulder. And I took note that the scary guy was, A) Not wearing his uniform blazer, B) Not tucking in his shirt, and C) A very rude git.

“Hello, sorry for the interupption!” The more cleaned-up megane said with a smile, “I’m Eichii Aoga, and this, is Gutokuji Kin. Are you also participants in the concur’s? Class 2-A, I’d imagine?”

“Yes, I’m Jyukai Sekino, this is Nakino Shoku, and that over there,” He indicated to me, sitting as far away from Nakino as I could manage, “Is Koshiai Yukiko. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eichii-senpai, Gutokuji-senpai.”

“Kin.” Gutokuji-senpai snapped bluntly.

Aoga smiled, and gave Seki a thumbs up, “Nice to meet you guys. Don’t mind the yankee over here, he’s always in a bad mood, sorry about that.”

I determined that Eichii-senpai liked to apologize. And I also determined that behind his glasses, his eye’s were a bright violet purple color, almost on par with Seki’s in originality. I noticed with annoyance that after Eichii-senpai and Gutokuji-senpai had sat down, the latter pulled out a suggestively sharp device that appeared to be a pencil, and tapped on the glass table with it, leaving an indent in the same place each time the metal object fell.

He noticed I was watching him, and a glare that was colder and even more indifferent then mine slid over to meet my gaze. I jumped and quickly averted my gaze. Gutokuji-senpai went on with life as if nothing had happened, however, his pencil stopped tapping when the door opened.

“First year.” He said with even more disgust in his voice then when he’d uttered our year.

I tried to keep my jaw from dropping. Perhaps the prettiest girl I’d ever seen had just walked through the door, her icy blue eyes and soft blonde curls practically screaming the bishoujo equivelant of Seki.

However, her attitude seemed to rival mine in arrogance.

“Ugh.” She made a face, “Yankee.”

I saw Gutokuji-senpai’s eye visibly twitch, and a huge vein pop hovered over all of our heads, it was that big, “Wimpy piano-player.”

“Dirty gangster.” She shot back smoothly, sitting beside me without even asking whether the seat was taken.

“Disrespectful kouhai.”

“Ugly senpai.”

“Fat-“

“Ah,” Eichii-senpai cut in, “I’m very very sorry about Kin, he’s very outspoken, you must be Hakuno Miona!”

“Please,” Miona said, a pleasant smile instantly replacing her disgusted expression from before, “call me Arisa.”

I sweatdropped. What an array of different people.

“Settle down now,” A very feminine voice said from the door, as if we’d been causing a ruckus, “We wouldn’t want to disturb the other classes, now would we?”

“It’s after school.” Gutokuji-senpai stated rudely, and Furuki-sensei, known as being the most timid teacher in the entire school, jumped and quickly apologized, commenting on how time flies when you’re having fun. She explained all about the concurs- but I, being a good student, had already looked up everything that was needed to be known. Four concur’s, each one with a specified theme. You would be judged on articulation, notes, posture, tone, anything from the bottom of the music alphabet to the top.

It was thrilling.

“Sounds troublesome.” Gutokuji-senpai groaned, stretching out on the table.

“Sounds like fun!” Eichii-senpai chirped.

“So, I’ll see you all here in one week- we’ll be going off to do a little off-campus practice at the Hakuno Musical Mansion.” Furuki-sensei stated, “And I do hope you come.”

Gutokuji-senpai gave her a look as if she was crazy, and I knew that I wouldn’t be seeing him here next week.

Furuki-sensei jumped when she glanced at her watch and blubbered, “O-Oh my, I-I’m awf-fully late for practice, I’ll let you go then!” And she darted outside. Everyone knew that student council was held right after school. Furuki-sensei, even though 5 years head teacher of the student council, obviously didn’t.

“Kin, you could be a little more ceremonious.” Eichii-senpai said to Gutokuji-senpai, who huffed, “If you don’t want to be in the concur’s, you can withdraw you know.”

“Like I have anything better to do.” He looked around the room and glared at Arisa, “Other then beat up rich snobs and take all their money.”

“He’s threatening me!” Arisa called to no-one in particular, “Help! Harassment!”

Eichii-senpai sighed and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose- something that seemed to be a bad habit of his. It seemed as if nobody wanted to be the first one out of the room- Gutokuji-senpai was obviously just waiting for Eichii-senpai to stand up first, and Eichii-senpai was looking to Seki. Seki, was looking to me, and me to Nakino, who was looking at the arrogant Arisa.

I sighed and stood up, saying, “I think I’ll go practice a little.”

“Ah!” Eichii-senpai clapped his hands together, “Mind if I join you? A nice little duet between a flute and a violin sounds wonderful! Maybe we can convince a… Bassoon to join in? Or maybe a trumpet, or maybe a pianist, or maybe another violinist?!” I sweatdropped as Eichii-senpai carried himself off to dreamland.

Gutokuji-senpai sighed and mumbled, “I don’t want to practice today.”

“Eeehh???” Eichii-senpai gasped, “No no no! Kin, you were chosen to participate in the concur’s! You’ll get bothered if you don’t try your best! Beside’s, won’t it be fun to hear all those instrument’s mixing together in a heavenly-“

All I heard after that was blah blah blah. Like there was piece of music out there for the wide variety of instrument’s in the room, and like I would play for my rival, Seki, and the rest of the competition.

“Uh, well I have to go home to practice, my parents don’t like it when I stay after school on short notice.” I smiled and bowed politely, “Thank you for the offer though.” I ended up being the first one to leave, followed by Gutokuji-senpai, who was continuing a loud argument with Arisa. If class had been in session, I was sure the both of them would’ve gotten detention on the spot, not only for the volume of their debate, but for their colorful vocabulary.

Seki quickly caught up to me, Nakino reluctantly following.

“Koshiai-san, will you be going next week? To the music house?”

“Ah- yes, I will. Will you and Nakino-san be going as well?”

“I’m going!” Seki gave me a thumbs up, “How about Shoku?”

Nakino shrugged, “As much as I don’t want to, I guess I’ll end up going in the end. Bad things always happen to me whenever I leave home, but I guess it’ll be an interesting experience, not having my mom yelling at me to shut up whenever I practice at home.”

”The dork just killed the conversation…Not like there was one to begin with.” I thought to myself, sweatdropping and looking anywhere but at the loser that stood on my right. It was mostly silent for the rest of the (short) walk out of the halls, and the thick blanket of silence was only punctured by Gutokuji-senpai’s loud voice arguing with the bemused voice of Eichii-senpai.

I turned around, wondering where Arisa had gone off. Hm. She wasn’t with those two dorky senpai’s.

“Hey,” I stopped, Nakino and Seki pausing too, “Where did Arisa go?”

“Arisa-san?” Seki asked, looking back too, “I’m not sure.”

“That girl disappears a lot.” Nakino rolled his eyes, “She’s a ghost, I swear to god. Or maybe more like a banshee… banshee’s are supposedly to be ugly though…”

I shoved him into a nearby trashcan and gasped, “Nakino-san! Are you okay? I’m so sorry, my arm slipped!”

The nasty vibe that radiated off of him afterwards was enough to send a certain someone darting behind me, shivering and trembling, as Nakino’s eyes flashed with vengence, as he clenched his fist and grumbled, “What the hell was that for???”

“I said I was sorry.” I said, not sounding remorseful at all, heaving a sigh and shrugging, “It was an accident.”

“ACCIDENT MY ASS!!!!” He yelled, throwing the lid of the trashcan at me with horrible accuracy as the (smelly) lid landed, smack on Gutokuji-senpai’s head. Even Nakino was frozen in fear as Gutokuji-senpai calmly lifted the disgusting object off his head, his maroon red eyes suddenly looking very much the color of blood.

“I suppose…” He said with a freakishly emotionless voice, “That was an accident as well?”

“I’m going to die.” Nakino hid behind Seki, who was hiding behind me.

I sweatdropped, “Oh that’s brave. Let’s hide behind the girl why don’t we?” I snapped sarcastically. But even I was a little nervous as Gutokuji-senpai walked up and replaced the lid. It was unbearable, how easily I could see him with bleached hair and a metal rod that was covered in sticky crimson. But he all he did was glance at me, and even that was only for about a second or two.

Eichii-senpai sighed and quickly caught up with his friend as the two continued to talk.

“….” My gaze shifted to Nakino, my expression as unimpressed as I felt, “Nice one.” I said flatly, turning around.

“You have really bad aim Shoku.” Seki laughed and Nakino punched him on the shoulder.

“Oh, shut up.”

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Extra: Character Information Fun!

Hello there! Hakuno Miona here! In my year, I’m known as the most judgemental, analyzing, and scariest critique in the entire school. Why? Because I don’t just judge people on their music skills- and to boot, I’ve got quite a handful of sources. For example, my family’s wealth gives me extensive access to the student ID database, and I also have access to yearly pictures taken for yearbooks, fields trips, etc.

And currently, I’m digging up some dirt on the other contestants, to see if there’s anything that I might be able to do to turn the tables in my favor. No, I’m not cheating, I’m just taking advantage of my knowledge. Being resourceful, as you might say. Besides, it’s always good to befriend your enemies.

I decided to start with Eichii Aoga. How could someone who acts so nerdy and is so nerdy have such a great sense of style? Well, naturally, his past explained it all. His family was the #1 Fashions and Trends stock in the whole of…Europe? Odd. But that explained his rather conservative fashion, as opposed to the rather wild style of some japanese people I knew. I clicked on the camera icon and up popped 12 pictures, one for each year, as far as I could tell. His hairstyle was drastically different each year, though, it seemed as if this year it was the longest. I spent a good long time analyzing him.

His skin was clear. No blemishes. So that meant he probably didn’t have any appearance complex’s. Good. I hated that kind of complex. His hair was neat. His bangs were long, but they seemed to be brushed aside, magically held out of his eyes. But his hair didn’t look like it’d been gelled or sprayed into place. Ah well. Magic of having a family like his, I suppose. His frameless glasses didn’t do much to hide a deep hue of purple for eyes, and his smile was neat.

Just as expected from a son of that company.

He would be easy to befriend. Judging by his record he’s never gotten anything worse then an A in all his classes, triple checks every piece of his homework down to the last pencil stroke, and is a very friendly, lovable idiot.

Perfect!

I smiled to myself and moved onto the next student ID that Jacque, my bodyguard who didn’t ever really do any bodyguarding, and mostly did the housework on my floor of the house, had collected for me.

Trust me, I found it rather entertaining to see a man wearing black sunglasses dressed in a stiff black suit, with a bald head and a build that could get him into the NBA dusting glass vases and feeding my black and white papillon, Oku-chan.

Anyway, back to the next student. Naturally, it was Gutokuji Kin…oku?

Kinoku?

I resisted the urge to laugh and glanced at Oku-chan, who was currently sleeping in his favorite position- spread eagle on the plush white carpet, as if he were a little rug. And then I just couldn’t hold it in, as I laughed and imagined Kin with Oku-chan’s name for the last half.

It seemed, that he hadn’t registered for highschool with the ‘-oku’ part though, which was why everyone addressed him as Kin.

I looked up his family background and was surprised that there wasn’t any family background registered for him. From kindergarten up, there wasn’t any kind of information. Not on parental occupation, not on address, nothing. Or at least, nothing that was allowed for any kind of public to see. I thought about asking Jacque to hack the system for me, but decided against it. He wasn’t worth befriending anyway.

But since I love judging people’s appearances, I clicked on the camera icon anyway.

I choked on my water as I took a sip when his kindergarten picture showed up, and I couldn’t decide whether I was amazed, hysterical, or shocked.

His maroon eyes were a bright red, and he had the biggest grin I’d ever seen, without it teetering over to look dorky. His ashen black hair wasn’t black either- it was a pale, pale, yellow. I clasped my hands together and couldn’t help but otaku the incredibly CUTE loli-shota expression on his face. I looked up to see how many pictures there were and sweatdropped when I saw there were at least 24.

“…What?” I muttered to myself, deciding to surf through the picture’s one-by-one. I wasn’t surprised to see that as each picture passed, his grin drooped a little more, and by the last year of middleschool, he wasn’t even looking at the camera. But, even in middleschool, his hair was still blonde.

I was eager to compare how he looked now to when he did in kindergarten, but I was surprised to see that there weren’t any pictures entered for his highschool years. I wondered what the other picture’s were of, if he was missing three pictures from highschool.

“Ah…” I froze when I saw the first one. Kindergarten again, he was obviously…

I dropped to the floor laughing this time. I couldn’t imagine Gutokuji being a model at all. Even if he was just posing on a rocking horse dressed in cowboy clothes, it was the funniest thing I’d ever seen. Oku-chan ran over and rolled on the ground with me, barking like crazy as I laughed, his funny little snout pulled up into a smile.

“Oku-chan! Look!” I lifted up the little dog to the screen, and Oku-chan wagged his tail, sneezing at the same time.

“Oh icky!” I snuggled the cute little thing, “You are so PRECIOUS!!”

I let Oku-chan go and continued to surf. It went pretty fast, because most of them were his kindergarten pictures, and I got bored. But on the very last one, I stopped. There it was! His black hair! I couldn’t help but sweatdrop again as I looked at the magazine scan. It was obviously a picture of a clothing magazine. I fell over when I saw the price of the belt alone- 290,628 Yen!!! I squinted at the brand, and I wasn’t all that surprised to see the Ganon logo.

Oh, I didn’t mention that Eichii-senpai’s family’s company is named Ganon, did I?

Well, now you know. And now I know why such an unlikely pair are best friends.

So.

Now left the question.

Why was a male model, A) In a music school, B) in class B, and C) a Yankee? … Kind of a Yankee.

It didn’t say anything more though. I already found Gutokuji the most interesting of all the contestants, (because Eichii-senpai was boring,) and wondered about everything. I’d have to get Jacque to dig up a little more for me.

Oh well, I’d spent enough time on these pictures. NEXT!

Nakino Shoku!

I drummed my fingers. I already knew Shoku pretty well actually. His family was in the medical equipment production business, and my family was in the medical business, so we naturally bought most of our supplies from Shoku’s family. It had been suggested to me countless times that we set up the arrangement for him to be my fiance, but because my father felt so dear to me, his only daughter, he decided that it was okay for me to choose.

I’d always said no. I didn’t want to marry that kind of a guy! He was immature, judgemental, analyzing, and WAY too much like me!!

Oh well. I guess I’ll tell you what I know about Shoku for your benefit! But just so you know, I don’t even need the student ID database to know about this guy. I’ve got most everything memorized. I have very good memory for other people and things about them.

Nakino Shoku, apparent heir to Nakino Equipment Inc. His blonde hair in the distressed chin-length cut that was recently popular in Taiwan hasn’t changed since he first cut it that way in his first year of middleschool. He hates girls, and usually ends up being a huge, clumsy idiot around them, has a short temper, horrible aim, and is altogether a rather un-bishounen like guy. Perhaps the only two things cute about him are his looks, and…

He loves animals. (Cute ones.)

He’s like a girl around them. Baby-talk, fancy toys, fancy treats, lavishing attention, you name it. Oku-chan loves him.

But otherwise, he’s boring.

So we’ll move on.

Let’s see, Jyukai Seki. Only son of a famous actor and actress. That explained his bishounen looks. And his lack of social skills.

Munching on a pack of pocky this time, I surfed through his pictures. He didn’t have any yearbook pictures up until this year, just one picture of him and his parents standing in front of a (very fancy looking) trailer. He didn’t seem all that interesting either. Not that there was much information on him. Even less on him then on Gutokuji. Kind of. Gutokuji just had a bunch of pictures. (I highly wondered about him now, because I knew that with Gutokuji’s personality, he would commit suicide before sending in those pictures for the database.)

I sighed. Looks like everyone was just as rich as me. (Gutokuji was a model for Eichii-senpai’s family. Honestly, you’ve got to make a good number of bucks for that, even if his family information file was empty.)

Unless…

I quickly looked up Koshiai Yukiko and sweatdropped. How ironic. Her parents were divorced, her mother a bank accountant and her father a… I fell off my seat, leaning forwards.

A cashier?!?!

It was Hana Yori Dango all over again. Hey, hey, have you ever watched that? Omigawd it’s like, THE best rich guy poor girl story in the entire univer-

“Miona~ I’m home!”

I bolted upright and slammed the laptop shut, “Really? I’ll be right down Mother!”

So anyway, on me. I’ve grown out my hair since I first met Shoku, which was in first grade. I get it lightly curled daily, not so much that it looks tacky, but enough so that I look fancier then everyone else. I have light blue eyes and pale skin. I’m the perfect only daughter. Father is away on a business trip in America, and I haven’t seen Mother for the last 3 months. She’s been away on a business trip too. She was coming home today- I totally forgot with the commotion of the concur’s!

I looked exactly like my mom. And you could hardly tell us apart, save for the fact that Mother was taller, and, naturally, looked a little older around the eyes and mouth.

“Welcome home Mother!”
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Yay! I finally read it! I really like this chapter. Yeah, the extra was great since we got to know more about the other characters and we got a more depth idea of how Miona acts and her personality. Oh my God and I love that HYD mention you added there, made me laugh! XD
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~Rella~

...HYD? o O??? *shot* What's that? xDD

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Chapter 2 - Sakura Hiyori - A Not-So-Relaxing Getaway!
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"It... It's huge!" I muttered under my breath in awe.

Nobody else seemed impressed. I couldn't help but wonder if the entire weekend would go like this. Me being surprised and everyone being bored. And what was the worst was that even Gutokuji-senpai looked as if this was a normal occurance- houses bigger then houses!!

"Jacque, could you show the boy's to their rooms? I will escort Miss Koshiai to her bedroom." Arisa smiled at the tall imposing man that nodded and practically dragged the boys inside. Arisa and I followed them for most of the way, until we reached the end of a long hallway that spanned into yet ANOTHER hallway. It seemed as if the "T" shaped dead end was where most of the rooms were located.

"This is your room, and this is mine." Arisa pointed at the mahogany doors that had a little embossed tag on the doors, marking our names. I nodded, and Arisa left me to gape at the insanely... white bedroom. Everything looked square, geometrical, modern, and most of all, uncomfortable. The white carpet was plush, through my white low-cut socks, and the tall mirror that spanned the west wall of the room reflected my plain appearance: Straight brown hair accompanied by a thick red clip that kept my hair away from the left side of my face, bangs brushed neat and slightly curled. A very plain white long-sleeved shirt and a dark blue denim skirt.

So, I didn't dress like Arisa had, in heels and a flowy skirt, a scarf and a scoopneck quarter sleeved shirt.

And my skirt seemed like the only splash of color in the room. The north wall, facing the garden outside, consisted entirely of glass. The only two walls that were simply painted a blinding white were the east and southern walls- one with the closet door, and one with the door leading to the much more normal looking hallway. I sat down on the white bed, white sheets, and white comforter, finding with much surprise that the bed was as soft as... I couldn't describe it!

"Wow." I breathed. I guess this is what money comes with.

Laying down I was just ready to fall asleep, but-

“Yukiko?” Nakino’s annoying voice asked as the door opened.

I sat up and snapped, “Knock, will you??”

“Oh.” Nakino raised an eyebrow, “So-rry. Not like you were changing or anything.” He muttered just loud enough for me to hear, “And it’s not like there’s anything to see.”

I threw one of the black slippers arranged neatly on the floor in front of the bed at his head, and he quickly closed to door to block the attack, and opened it, after the light thud of the slipper had paased, “Anyway. Arisa told me to give you this.” He held out an envelope, and I got up, taking it from it as I turned it over.

“Why you?” I asked bluntly.

He sweatdropped, “Oh that’s nice.” But nonetheless, Nakino answered my question, “Arisa is downstairs with Eichii-senpai planning dinner, Seki is practicing, and Arisa said it would be a sin to send Gutokuji-senpai to a girl’s room.”

I practically fell over at the last reason, and deducted that Arisa and Gutokuji-senpai did not have a good relationship.

“Okay, whatever. What is this?” I ripped off the side and Nakino sighed.

“You find out what it is after you open it.” He said sarcastically, leaning on the doorframe.

I was ready to punch him, but I said, “I’m obviously opening it, aren’t I? And don’t lean on the wall like that, it makes you look as if you’re sticking around- and you’re not.”

Nakino sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “You’re possibly the least attractive girl I’ve ever met. Can’t you be cute or pleasant for even a second?”

“Nakino-kun,” I said, sweetening my voice and giving him my most bishoujo smile, “Would you please go check on Seki-kun?”

Nakino stared at me for a second, his expression unreadable before he let out another sigh, more wispy this time as he said, “More creepy then cute.”

I grabbed the side of his head and slammed it into the door, snapping, “I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN!”

He crumpled onto the floor in a comical heap, sitting up slowly and rubbing the other side of his head. I felt a pang of guilt when a saw a set of tears welling up. I guess I didn’t know my own strength… I knelt down and apologized, “I’m sorry! A-Are you okay Nakino-san?”

He looked up at me, and I swear my heart tore in half.

But. BUT.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Nakino fell to the floor as he burst out in laughter, tears flowing down his face.

Tears of MIRTH.

“Y-Y-Yo-You FELL FOR IT!!!”

I stood up, shaking as I debated whether or not to knock him through the wall this time, but instead settled for stamping on his stomach and knocking the wind out of him.

“Shut. Up.” Both me and Nakino froze as Gutokuji-senpai’s annoyed voice floated into the room, “Loud kouhai’s.”

I took note that Gutokuji-senpai’s hair was rumpled and messy (in an amazingly fashionable way) that showed that he had been sleeping. Not to mention the ‘I’m-not-a-happy-person-when-I-wake-up’ look on his face as he glared down at me and Nakino.

“A-Ah, s-sorry!” I stammered.

He glared at me for a long time, and I could practically feel the sweat that was running down me at the speed of a waterfall, Nakino pretending he’d dropped dead, leaving me to bear the brunt of Gutokuji-senpai’s glare again.

“It’s fine.” He finally rolled his eyes, “Can’t undo what you’ve already done.” He glanced at me again, pointedly this time, and he closed the door behind him.

“What he meant,” Nakino whispered, his face turning blue from fear, “Is that since we woke him up…”

“He’ll never fall back asleep!!” I whispered back in a frantic and worried hiss.

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“Ah!” Eichii-senpai called out at the top of his lungs, “KIN-KUN! AWAKE ALREADY??”

Eichii-senpai was sent flying out the dining room door, no thanks to a kick from Gutokuji-senpai, “Don’t call me Kin-kun.” He said sitting down at the dining table and looking down passively at the dishes laid out before him, “What is this?”

Eichii-senpai magically reappeared by Gutokuji-senpai’s side, saying loudly, “Why, it’s your favorite- Lightly salted salmon on rice with boiled spinach!”

“Stop talking so loudly.” Gutokuji-senpai sighed, putting a hand over his ear, “Anyway, since when has this been my favorite- …Isn’t this what you give me… when you think I’m gaining weight?”

Eichii-senpai gave his companion a thumbs-up and said in heavily accented engrish, “OF COURSE!”

And he was sent flying out the door again.

I sweatdropped, and looked down at my own dinner. It consisted of… something. Everything was too fancy, too dressed up, too expensive for me to be able to name.

“Umm…. What is this?” I asked, poking the main chunk of meat that might’ve been chicken.

“It’s just chicken with tomato-basil sauce and rice.” Seki said, taking a seat next to me.

Yeah. Just chicken with tomato-basil sauce and rice. Surrounded by a ginger-rose, parsley garnished that were designed to look like a wreath along with two cherries and grated parmesan cheese to look like snow. It was christmas? I wasn’t aware of that.

Seki’s dinner however, consited of a bowl of rice, and a plate of stir-fry. Why did I get the complicated dinner??

But, when I saw Arisa’s dinner…. I was satisfied with mine and ate in silence.

It was a night of revelation for me- Eichii-senpai obviously did not eat anything that was not healthy, and ate in light portions, while Gutokuji-senpai liked eating heavy foods. (He called for seconds after cleaning off his ‘girly first course’.) Seki ate like a normal person (Thank god.), and Nakino…

Was a vegetarian. I didn’t say anything, but I desperately wanted to bust out laughing. Nakino certainly didn’t seem THAT girly. Now, that’s not to say that guys can’t be vegetarians, but we’re talking about NAKINO here.

The dinner passed in an awkward and silent manner. Furuki-sensei ate as quietly and inconspicuously as she could at the very end of the table, and practically jumped right out of her skin when Gutokuji-senpai directly addressed her, “What is there to do here anyway?”

“You can practice any time of day you want,” Arisa answered immediately, “Not that you would.”

Gutokuji-senpai didn’t seem fazed by this insult, so I decided that it wasn’t an insult because it was true.

“And you can also go to town. There’s lot’s of cute little stores there. You have to go with me tomorrow Yukiko-senpai, you just have to! There’s this cute little boutique and we can buy our dresses there!” Arisa leaned over the table to see me and I blinked. Unsure of how to react, sure that if Arisa wanted to visit the store, it’d be crazy expensive, I just smiled.

“Sure!”

“It’ll be just us.” Arisa said for all the guys to hear, “And maybe Eichii-senpai!”

Eichii-senpai practically choked on his tortellini, and Gutokuji-senpai looked amused as he whacked his friend on the back.

“A-Ah!” Eichii-senpai smiled with a sweatdrop, “S-Sure, I’d love to accompany… you two…”

“Babysitting job. Damn that sucks Aoga.” Gutokuji-senpai smirked.

I stood up, and Gutokuji-senpai stopped smirking. I was kind of amazed that he had acknowledged my annoyance, but decided not to push my luck, “I’m finished.” I said, picking up my clean plate (unless you count the other crap,) and dumping it in the kitchen sink. Apparently, I’d reinstated the silence at the table, and I risked a glance at Gutokuji-senpai and he seemed, again, unfazed.

I sighed, knowing it had been presumptious of me to assume that anything might’ve gotten through his thick head.

And even more presumptious that he liked me.

Since he didn’t even give Arisa a moment of his time, and she was so much more… feminine.

I shrugged. Oh well. Not like I wanted to be with a Yankee. That’d ruin my reputation. And he made me feel more ‘scared-out-of-my-wits’ more then anything else that even came close to romantic. But for now, after a good meal, it would be shower, then bedtime for me. Tomorrow morning, I’d get up bright and early and go practice before getting dragged to town. (Sometimes I wondered if I was getting less practice time, hanging around with these people.)

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“It’s quiet.” Seki muttered uncomfortably.

“That’s because loud, louder, and loudest aren’t around.” Gutokuji-senpai said, a bored expression on his face.

I didn’t say anything. I was wondering why Gutokuji-senpai looked so much like a Yankee, but was dressed like a girly beach-boy today. The scoop-V-necked white shirt and black undershirt was the girly part, and his distressed khaki cargo short and brown flip-flops were the beach-boy part.

Yankee’s. Don’t. Dress. Like. That.

But I didn’t say anything. He’d already instilled enough fear in me to keep me quiet for millenia to come. Seki, was thankfully wearing something more attributed to his personality: A navy-blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of shorts that resembled swimming trunks, also plain in color.

I don’t know why I cared, but… Gutokuji-senpai’s outfit was really bothering me.

“Uh… So, why doesn’t somebody go use the practice… rooms.” I suggested.

Gutokuji-senpai’s glare fixed itself on me and he replied flatly, “I don’t like practicing.”

’It was just a suggestion…’ I sweatdropped and Seki smiled.

“I’ve already practiced this morning- Why don’t you use the practice rooms Shoku?”

“Eh? Me? Er… I don’t really feel like it.” I finished awkwardly, leaning back on my seat as the three of us sat in an uncomfortable silence.

It would’ve stayed this way too, had Gutokuji-senpai not suggested a very odd thing that led us to debate: “I wonder if I should dye my hair for today and go freak those girls out as a yankee.”

“You are a Yankee.” I said daringly.

“You wish I was a Yankee.”

“Well that wish came true.”

“My hair isn’t bleached, and I don’t exactly have, ‘DEATH AND PAIN’ tattooed on my arm. I’m not dressed like one of those dirty rats either.” Gutokuji-senpai glared at me.

“You act like one, that’s what makes a yankee a yankee.”

“Excuse me? Am I hearing a kouhai disrespecting their senpai?”

“Um…” Seki mumbled.

“Uh-huh, unless you got something stuck in your ears.”

Gutokuji-senpai stood up, and I felt my confidence melt away, as he slammed his hands down on the table and hissed, “Watch it.” He suddenly smirked, “Punk.” Seki sighed, completely unafraid of our senpai who looked like the King of Scary Demon’s.

“Anyway.” Gutokuji-senpai returned to his passive demeanor in a heartbeat, looking around, “I’m thirsty. Wonder if that arrogant blonde bimbo was smart enough to put liquids into this empty fridge.”

He disappeared into the kitchen and I let out the breath I was holding.

“By the way,” I froze again as Gutokuji-senpai poked his head out from behind the swinging doors, “Why are you and Koshiai so afraid of me?”

’HOW COULD WE NOT BE?!?!?’ I thought trying to keep my cool as I said, “Because you’re a scary person.”

Gutokuji-senpai shrugged and disappeared again. I sighed, but quickly froze again.

“What the heck?! THAT WITCH LEFT A LOCK ON THE FRIDGE!!”

Seki and I both rushed to Gutokuji-senpai’s side, (We didn’t have any breakfast,) and read the note, which was written in neat calligraphy, ”I’m very sorry, but Aoga-kun told me that Gutokuji-senpai is a PIG, so I decided to lock the fridge! Don’t try the pantry either, it’s useless.”

And might I add, “PIG” was not in neat calligraphy, but instead, in a hideous scribble that was big, black, and obvious.

Both me and Seki stared at Gutokuji-senpai with a, ‘It’s-all-your-fault’ glare, as he ripped the note to little bits and pieces, throwing it up and letting it fall like confetti. Although, that probably wasn’t the effect he was looking for.
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HYD is the shortened name for Hana Yori Dango.
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"For me, as long as you're saying it, it doesn't matter how slowly you say it, I'll still listen. If you can't talk over the phone, then I'll come to see you, just like this. I'm not a dolphin. You're also not a dolphin. If you want to walk, no matter how slowly it'll be, I'll walk with you."

"Right now, I might not be that reliable. One day, maybe I'll be able to help. Things can't be the same as they were before, but there's this kind of feeling that's linking us together. I don't think we're living in different worlds."

- Haruto Asou, 1 Litre of Tears - Episode 9

Ah. I totally knew that. x_x; *not*
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I only had time to read the first chapter, so my comment will only be on that one. Only thing that is jarring to me is the main girl's personality...how in the world does she have friends if she's so prickly on the inside and so arrogant on the outside? *is confused*

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