*Fancy restaurant*
Me: WAITER! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE SO I CAN EAT!
Waiter: *coughs and pulls out menu* What will you be having tonight ladies and the gentlemen?
Me,Mana, Setsuna: AHEM.
Waiter: Ah. My apologizes. What will you be having tonight, Lesbian Half-demon Samurai, Gunslinger, and perverted young man?
Me, Mana, Setsuna: *all nod in agreement*
Me: I would like a LEMONade-
Mana: With extra LEMON-
Setsuna: Can I get a lime?
Me & Mana: *whispers to waiter* I don't think she quite understands what we mean by LEMON..
Waiter: *Nods*
Me: *picks up menu* She'll be having...
Mana: *takes menu from me* The LEMON roasted chicken, stuffed with ripe LEMONS, and LEMON pie on the side...
Setsuna: Whaaaa?
Waiter: *takes our menus* Excellent choices. But, are you suggesting this will be a story about Setsuna *air quotes* "getting jiggy" with a young woman by the name of Konoka Konoe?
Me: *laughs insanely*
Setsuna: *starts to back away
Mana: Get your ass back here or I'll make you sit in the chocolate pudding chair!
Waiter: And let us begin this sexually charged story in style...
Me:hit it waiter!
Waiter: Bow chicka wow wow, Setsuna sakurazaki is going to get it on now in 5...4321!
Setsuna sighed and leaned against the old piano. Why was she even here? Her stupid choir director made her stay after for some vocal instructions and she couldn't refuse. Well, the old man wasn't stupid Setsuna decided. She had some patrolling to do after this and if he hadn't asked her to stay, Setsuna was sure she would've been asleep. Every day this week, minus Friday, she had late patrolling hours, meaning no sleep. But there was a concert coming up and for some reason it had fallen on Konoka's birthday. Of course, Konoka begged Setsuna to let her come hear her sing. She had never heard Setsuna sing so it would be, "The most amazing birthday gift in the history of gifts ever!" and of course after that famous puppy dog stare, Setsuna had melted and obliged to give Konoka a ticket. Now reflecting on this important information, Setsuna thought it was a good idea to stay and practice. Grabbing her throat, Setsuna stared at her director's office. He was printing off some music for Setsuna to practice, saying it would help the flexibility of her voice.
Finally after sitting at the piano for 5 minutes, Mr. Eckert, her director came out with a few pages of music in his hand. "Ready to start?" He said sitting on the wooden piano bench. He patted the spot next to him on the bench for Setsuna to sit with a smile. Setsuna nodded in reply and eased herself next to him. Mr. Eckert was a nice man, in his late 40's. She liked him, he was like a fatherly figure to her, always teasing her like Konoemon. He was always proper when he was with his students, but he was always a playful man around Setsuna. They often fought and very often broke things. Luckily, Setsuna was on the good side of the konoe family, so they never had to pay for anything broken.
"Alright. Now this should be fairly easy for you, there's nothing complicated about this piece." Mr. Eckert gestured towards the music leaned up against the piano. He smiled and placed his fingers on the black and white key, "It's your favorite song by Michael Buble." Setsuna looked closer at the sheet of music and felt a smile spread to her cheeks.
"I just haven't met you yet!" Setsuna sang happily. Mr. Eckert smiled, "You're my best alto Setsuna, though not many have heard you sing. You have lots of talent." He said patting her back. Setsuna smiled and punched him in his arm, "Thanks dad." He chuckled and spread the sheets of music apart, so they could be seen clearly. "From the top?" He asked. Setsuna coughed to clear her throat. She didn't even bother to read the music, she knew it well. "From the top."
Mr. Eckert smiled again and started playing. The room was filled with beautiful chords, soon to be filled with Setsuna's voice. For some reason she felt oddly nervous, maybe it was because the concert, and more importantly, Konoka's birthday, were 4 days away. It was Monday, meaning the concert was on Friday. But, Setsuna dismissed Konoka's birthday for the moment. "Worrying about it won't help me. Or my voice." Setsuna was snapped out of her thoughts by Mr. Eckert calling to her. "Y'know, you could probably play guitar for this, just like in the song. If you want to. You might be chased by a few fangirls, but hey. Konoka might chase you too!" He added cheerfully. Setsuna smiled and leaned her head against the ebony piano. Konoka? Chasing her? "Well, if that happened I would run into the woods where no one was around and then I would rock her body till the break of dawn...WAIT, WHAT!" Setsuna shook her head it disbelief of her thoughts. Just because they would both be 17 soon did not mean something would happen between them...or did it?
Mr. Eckert looked at Setsuna from the corner of his eyes curiously, he had just witnessed her mood change 2 or 3 times. From playful, to something else...devilish? Plotting? He couldn't figure it out, but it had been a face that signaled Setsuna was NOT thinking the purest of thoughts, then it went to embarrassment and disbelief. Setsuna was such a strange child sometimes. Then again, she wasn't exactly a child, a half-demon, he knew. Shrugging his shoulders, Mr. Eckert nudged Setsuna, her cue to begin. She probably didn't need it, Setsuna had told him that she listened to it at least a billion times. It should be enough for her to recognize the signs as to where to sing.
Setsuna sat up straight, tapped her foot in a steady rhythm and waited for her starting note. Right before it came Setsuna took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"I'm not surprised, not every-thing lasts
I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track
I've talked myself in, I've talked myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down
I tried so hard not to lose it, I came up with a mil-lion excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility
And I know someday, it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out
and I promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get
Mmmmm
I just haven't met you yet!"
Setsuna listened as Randy, Mr. Eckert, played an outro to the first verse. She touched her lips, and rolled her tongue. Liking the way the notes rolled off it. Randy let the last note hang for a while, before turning to Setsuna. "Good job. You handle music so well, I hear the bird demon tribe is revered for their beautiful, velvety voices, is it true?" He asked resting his head on his hand. Setsuna nodded slightly, "Well, the royal family was...in other words, my family." Setsuna started off slowly, almost dazed. "My mother. She had a beautiful voice. My father, not so much. Then people found out about my voice, claimed it was even more enchanting than her's and so that rumor was started. Then I was banished.." Setsuna trailed off. Sensing the sudden change in his protege's mood, Randy decided to change the subject. "Here." he said picking a pen out of his pant pocket. Setsuna watched curiously as he began marking chords and other notes on the paper. When he was finished he put all the papers in a stack and plopped them in Setsuna's lap. "These are the guitar chords. Nothing hard, C , A minor, a G chord, and maybe a few others. I'm sure you'll get it by Friday. We can work on it after school everyday. I'll even put in a request to Konoemon to find a replacement for your night patrols." He said standing up and stretching. Setsuna stood up also, music in hand, and grabbed her things. She pulled her jacket up on her arms slowly, deep in thought. "Hey Randy..i mean dad?" She said turning around. Randy raised his eyebrows, normally Setsuna would have said later and ran out, but he responded with a "yes?" anyways. "Do you think I could do a solo?" The young samurai mumbled leaning on the door. "Besides Haven't met you yet?" He said confused.
"Yeah.. It's Konoka's birthday on Friday. And I want to sing a song especially for her." Setsuna said sheepishly. Randy smiled, "Oh yeah. I forgot it was her birthday. What song did you have in mind?" Setsuna stared at her feet for a few minutes. "Rocketeer...by Far East Movement." Mr. Eckert "hmm"'d for a few minutes. He went to his office and got his dell, leaving Setsuna standing at the door. Finally, he came back. "Let's work on it."
Konoka sat on the couch with Asuna, slightly disappointed because her Set-Chan couldn't come over after school. Asuna sighed, "I'm starving..." Konoka smiled a little and shook her head. "Asuna, you just ate a whole roast duck!" Asuna grabbed at her stomach, "It was sooooo good." Just then a commercial came on TV for the choir concert this Friday. Asuna looked over at the TV with great interest. Konoka grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest as someone, she recognized as Asakura, started talking about all the accomplishments the Mahora Academy choir had achieved. Suddenly, Kazumi was pointing at a picture of the choir director and a girl that looked familiar. The girl was about the same height as the man, had a strong firm set jawline, pale skin, dark eyes filled to the brim with unknown emotion, and finally, long black hair swept over the her face, partially covering her face. The girl also had her arm around the director, her fist positioned so it made it look like she was giving the man a noogie, and a small grin on her face. For the life of her, Konoka couldn't figure out who it was.
"Meet Setsuna Sakurazaki and the choir director, Randy Eckert. Setsuna is the choir's prized alto and often the reason why they beat all the other academy's! A lot of people haven't heard the girl sing, even I haven't, so you should come hear her at the concert this Friday at 5:30. See you there!" Asakura said waving goodbye. Asuna looked to Konoka, eyes wide. She looked like a cow to Konoka, which elicited a giggle from the air head. Asuna ignored this and grabbed her and started shaking her by the shoulders.
"DID YOU KNOW SETSUNA COULD SING!"
Konoka pushed Asuna off her and put her finger in her ear. "Ow. And to answer your question, I did. She sang all the time when we were little, just not around me. My dad and grandpa say she had a beautiful voice. Just like her mom." Asuna fell off the couch in disbelief. "I wouldn't have expected her to be the singing type!" Konoka chuckled. "Me either."
Asuna climbed back on the couch and collapsed. She sat there for a few minutes in deep thought. "So it's this Friday. Are you going to it for your birthday present?" Asuna asked stroking the invisible hairs on her chin. Konoka smiled and giggled. "Yeah! I'm looking forward to it, I've never heard her sing before." letting go of her pillow, Konoka jumped over the back of the couch and hopped over to her bed. She lifted up the mattress and pulled out a golden yellow ticket. Asuna jumped off the couch and snatched for the ticket, only to grab air. Konoka frowned and tsk'd "Asuna. I'm not letting anyone touch this ticket. I don't want to lose it!" Asuna pretended to cry, "But konokaaaaa! We're in our own dorm! It's not like I have a AK-47 under my bed, ready to shoot the crap out of that ticket!" Konoka put her hands on her hips and gave Asuna a knowing glance. "You had one last year! And after gramps took that away from you for shooting things out of the sky, INCLUDING my dear Set-Chan," Asuna scratched the back of her head, muttering "She looked like a chicken.." Konoka glared at Asuna but continued on her rant, "And after all that, you almost killed me when you got Call of Duty: Black Ops for the Wii!" Konoka finished throwing her hands in the air. Asuna sat on the back of the couch and rubbed her bottom. "Yeah. I will never forget that day...Setsuna was so pissed!" Asuna whined. Konoka rolled her eyes and placed the ticket back under her mattress. Asuna fell back onto the cushions of their couch. "So...are you still mad about the shooting Setsuna out of the sky thing?"
"Shut up. Let's go to McDonald's Asuna."
"Can I get 4 Big Macs?"
"YOU'RE GETTING A HAPPY MEAL!"
Setsuna groaned and grabbed her throat, a little raspy from all the practice she had done earlier. Randy had gotten Konoemon to cancel all her patrols this week. Not that it was hard to convince him, he was very excited about the concert and wanted Setsuna in best condition for it. Not only was he going, but he was going to record it. This had surprised Randy, as soon as he hung up the phone he started laughing. Setsuna had laughed too, but then ran back to her dorm to get something special. It had belonged to her mother. She remembered showing it to Randy, who had taken it out of it's case and marveled at it. It was a guitar, but not just any regular acoustic. It was black and had tribal carvings nicked into the neck board. On the edges were creamy white lines, running all the way around the body. Randy had gently rubbed his hands over the lacquered body, then handed it back to Setsuna. "It's beautiful." he said softly. Setsuna had nodded and rubbed her thumb over one of the symbols etched into the neck.
For the next few hours they worked on figuring out the notes to "Rocketeer". Setsuna flexed her hand, sore from playing so much, but she smiled. Her mom would be glad that she was playing it, wherever she was. Sighing, Setsuna pushed open her door and froze.
"Nnnnnngh. Mana..."
"Mana...Kaede...What. THE. HELL .IS GOING ON?"
Mana and Kaede were laying on the couch, in a position that could not be accidental. Kaede, on the bottom, had her knee pressed into Mana and had her hand rather vigorously squeezing Mana's left breast. Mana, on top, was sweating and was kissing Kaede's collarbone and was rocking back and forth on Kaede's knee. On top of this, Mana had glared at Setsuna, then returned to Kaede's body to rip her shirt off, bra with it, and began licking. Setsuna just stood there, mouth wide open at what she was seeing. Mana looked back to Setsuna and growled, "Can't you see I'm busy? Go stay with the Konoe girl!" and with that Setsuna shut the door. Setsuna sighed, loaded her guitar on her back, and walked off towards Tatsumiya shrine. There was no way she was staying with Konoka.
Me: Shucks. Looks like this is turning into another story.
Setsuna: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WRITE ABOUT ME!
Mana: Because he loves you like a snowman loves carrots.
Me: Yeah! Awww...i didn't get to my lemon! I lied earlier *crys a little* sorry. Well. Might as well make it M-rated for what's to come...
Setsuna: *chuckles evily* You've already began teasing Mana
Mana: Shut up.
Me: Loooooove you!
Setsuna: You're going to die...
Mana: *Growls*
Me: *screams* waiter! I need you!
Setsuna: *cough* we shall be ordering more lemon flavored things later. Should we continue this story? We want your opinion. So review and let us know if this is worth it.
Me: PEACE
Mana: Bye.
Setsuna: Adios.