Author's Note: Hi everyone! This on-going fic is dedicated to two good friends of mine, KazukiLuvr and AnimeViolinist. Kazukiluvr has been there for me since I first started writng, as a beta-reader and a friend. AnimeViolinist is a new friend of mine, and an authoress with great potential. I now beta read for her, so please read her stories!

This chapter is from Tsuchiura's point of view, because I thought it'd be best to start the story. It'll rotate from boy-to-boy, y'know? Hmm...Tsuchiura, Yunoki, Hihara, Shimizu, and Yunoki. Maybe I'll add in bonus chappies from Amou and Hinos' points of view. It'll be fun...

This fic is just a bunch of drabbles, so it's going to swing from topic-to-topic. Please review and tell me what you think!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own La Corda D'oro. All rights belong to the author and other respective right holders. Enjoy!

It was around midnight. I'd just had soccer practice and I was tired as hell. My bed looked real nice then, the blankets neatly folded on the foot of the bed and the pillow looking incredibly soft. Sleep was taunting me--I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to read a sentence.

What the hell was I doing awake when I was ready to pass out? Homework. What else could I have been doing?

Damn...I thought, banging my head on the desk in frustration. Why didn't I do the homework earlier? I wondered, pressing my cheek against the surface of my desk. I was beating myself up mentally. I'm such an idiot... I scolded myself, and closed my eyes. I yawned sleepily. I couldn't believe I had to do homework so late in the night. A quick nap doesn't sound so bad...I'll wake up and finish my homework before school starts. I decided stupidly. My mind began to enter a dream. A red haired angel, laughing beside me...

A loud buzz snapped me back awake. What the...? I grabbed my vibrating phone, and looked at the screen. Amou had sent me a text message, a fact that bothered me for two reasons: first, I hated her. She was the last person I wanted to associate with at midnight. Secondly, it just plain freaked me out that she knew my number.

I opened her message cautiously. "Hey Tsuchiura! It's Amou. Up late doing homework, huh?" It read. I glowered at the bold, black words for a while, absorbing the meaning of them. Finally understanding the mocking tone of her message, I groaned and let my head fall to the desk again. I grabbed my phone and instantly began writing her back. "Shut the hell up, Amou. What do you want?"

Her answer was expected: "A story." I groaned again. Jeez...this girl doesn't give me a break, does she? I read the rest of her reply. "Open your window, will ya?"

I froze. My window? Hesitantly, I got up and pulled the window open, bracing myself. I heard her voice--sharp and prominent in the otherwise silent night. "Hey Tsuchiura! Surprised to see me?" She asked, and winked. She was standing right outside my bedroom window. How the hell did she get here? Follow me home or something? I wondered, pissed beyond imagination. She continued. "Hey, I'm looking for a story, and I think I found the base of a really good one. But I want you to be there to witness the discovery. It might interest you."

I dropped my head into my hands and rubbed my temples. "Go get a friggin' life, Amou. It's past midnight, and you want me to go with you to spy on someone?" I asked in disbelief. I looked up at her. "I honestly don't believe you."

She grinned. "And I honestly think you'd like to know that Tsukimori-kun is in love with Hino Kahoko." She said, and winked. She laughed at the way my I snapped to attention. "I knew you would."

Damn, Amou! I thought furiously. "What the hell are you talking about, Amou? That guy's an ice block. He doesn't love anyone." I said, more for my sake than hers. "If you're interested in his love life, you're not going to get a story."

She scoffed. "Just get out here. It'll be really fun." She said. "Besides, aren't you interested at all? You know...what Tsukimori-kun does when nobody's watching?"

I shrugged indifferently. Mentally, I shuddered at the thought. It freaked me out that Amou cared about what Tsukimori-kun does when nobody's watching.

Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice my pained expression. "Oh, come on! Lemme put it this way, then. Aren't you interested at all in what your rival thinks of Hino Kahoko?" She asked, taking a step forward. "Tsukimori could have built a shrine to her, for all we know. Maybe he's planning on confessing sometime before he leaves...?"

I stiffened. Tsukimori-kun, confessing to Hino? She'd never love him back...I thought, then turned the whole thing over again in my mind. But then again...what if Kahoko would feel bad that she's the only thing keeping him from his studies? She's so weak when it comes to him...she'll accept right away...I grew more worried the longer I pondered the situation.

I glanced back up at Amou. She stood there proudly, hands on her hips, knowing that she had won this part of our battle. There was no way in hell I wanted to let the girl win, but man, she knew my weakness. The one thing I'd hate more than losing to Nami was losing my battle for Kahoko against Len. Kazuki, maybe I'd be okay with losing to him, but definitely not Tsukimori Len. If I loose to Amou, then it will definitely put this huge dent in my pride. But...(and this may sound corny, coming from me) if I lose Kahoko to Tsukimori the Blue-Haired Jerk, then it'll hurt my heart.

"Well?" She demanded, smiling like she already knew the answer. Which she did.

I glared at her with hatred in my eyes. "...fine. I'll help you spy on the jerk. But it's not to help you with your damn story, it's for Kahoko. And that's it." I said, making sure to get the point across.

"Sure, sure. Just get out here already. I'm freezing and it'll be dawn in a few hours." She said, but showed no signs of being cold.

I sighed. "Fine, your majesty." I said, and heaved myself onto the windowsill, ducking so that my head didn't hit the window. I jumped down easily, and said, "So, where exactly are we headed, anyways?"

It was funny how she looked so much smaller when I stood next to her. I guess it was only when she had something over me that she looked intimidating. She smirked devilishly. "Where else, idiot? Tsukimori's house, of course." She said, then grabbed my arm and pulled me with her. "It's this way, but you have to pick your feet up, seriously. I'd expected you to be faster than that." She said, rather distastefully.

I pulled my arm free of her death-grip. "Dammit, Amou. You really expect me to walk all the way there?"

She stopped abruptly, and turned to face me, a fire blazing in her eyes. "No. I expect you to run."

"Look!" She hissed, pulling me behind a bush and pointing at the window of a brightly-lit room. "See him? It's Tsukimori-kun!" She said, and sure enough, I saw the Blue-Haired Jerk, playing his violin. As if that surprised me.

I saw the door to the room being opened, and another figure walked in. It was a girl. I thought that it could have been his mother, but taking a closer look, I realized that this girl was slender and more scrawny than Hamai Misa. Then I noticed the red hair. What?! Is that...Kahoko? I wondered, hoisting myself up and walking closer to get a better look.

Amou's hand darted out and pulled me back down. "Don't." She said, her voice dangerously low. "You really want Tsukimori to see us out here? Spying on him?"

"But he's with Kahoko!" I insisted, trying to stand up, but finding her grip incredibly strong.

"So? I came here for a story, and I'm not letting you ruin it!" She said, as loud as she dared. Then, a wry smile slid across her face as if she'd just realized something. "Hey Tsuchiura...You always seem so concerned about Hino-san." She stated, and the way she said it made me uncomfortable. "I mean, always following her, looking out for her, helping her...could it be because you--"

"Don't say it, Amou." I hissed, trying to get her to shut the hell up.

"--love her?" She said, finishing anyways.

I narrowed my eyes, and was grateful that it was night--that way she couldn't see me blushing. "I told you not to say it!" I said angrily. "I don't love her...well, I do, but as a younger sister. I don't want her to get hurt."

Amou laughed quietly. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Mr. Hino." She whispered, putting her hands up defensively. "You don't care if she's with Tsukimori, then."

She'd gotten me. Right in my weak spot. "Dammit, Amou, I do care, of course. But only because I don't want to see my little sis end up with the wrong guy."

"Little sis..." She repeated, testing out how it sounded. Then she chuckled. "If you say so, Tsuchiura. Tsukimori won't care. You're not related, so...she has a right to love him, right?" Then, her eyes flashed to Tsukimori-kun's house. "Oh my god, look!" She gasped--rather artificially-- and pointed.

There was Tsukimori, his arms holding hers. Kahoko was holding her violin rather unsteadily, but Len was there, supporting her and holding up her arms. He moved her arms, as if to show her how to move the bow, and she closed her eyes, leaning her weight into him. And Amou--Amou only multiplied my pain. "You say you don't love her, but you're so bothered by the way he teaches her violin?"

I turned around, hurt by what I saw. "Yes. I am."

I got up and ran the whole way home.