"Watanabe Masaki?" his playful voice rang throughout the whole class

Of course the students of 2-b were all used to him by now. Saotome Mitsuo was an outgoing flamboyant young man who had dreams of becoming an idol. Popular with the rest of the student body, he always had some big event during the day. The surprising thing about this was the young man Mitsuo was approaching, Watanabe Masaki could easily be Mitsuo's polar opposites.

"Something you need, Saotome-san?" Masaki asked, looking up from his classmates.

Masaki was one of the only students in his entire year to be able to read English without fail, due to his mixed heritage. Saotome glanced down at the book, he could barely read any English, so the book could have been alien and he wouldn't know the difference. Looking back up at Masaki he just shot the man a cheeky smile, teeth showing and everything.

"After school, meet me at the railroad tracks!" Mitsuo informed, spinning in a complete circle to face the young man with his hand extended.

In it he held a piece of folded paper with directions already written on it.

Masaki raised an eyebrow as he looked from it and then back up to the smiling idiot. "And what if I refuse?" he asked, his expression remaining blank while folding his book closed, keeping his index finger sandwiched between the pages to hold his place.

"Well, that simply won't do," Mitsuo chimed. No matter how uninterested Masaki sounded, he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Huh?" Masaki had clearly underestimated the young man standing before him, thinking he could brush the man off with blank expression and a few blunt words.

"You have to come meet me. I won't accept no for an answer." Mitsuo stated, setting the paper on the table.

He turned away before Masaki could even open his mouth to respond. Masaki looked down at the folded paper, his eyes then returned to Mitsuo as he watched him walk back to his seat. Masaki couldn't help but think that Mitsuo was the biggest idiot he'd ever met. Not interested in the slightest, he crumbled the paper up in his hand and threw it behind him. Masaki was the last desk on the left side, so it went behind him.

The rest of the day went as normal as any other. After lunch Masaki took it upon himself to take the rest of the day off. His school bag was filled with two paint cans: red and silver. He didn't have any interest in school so he never did the work. If it wasn't for his mother begging and pleading for the school to keep him, he would have already been thrown out by now. Masaki didn't really sneak out of the school, rather he just walked right out, teachers too busy with their other students to stop him. Masaki was a lost cause and everyone knew it including himself. Why would he try when there was no point, he thought as he made his way to an old rundown apartment building he passed everyday on his way to school. He had been coming up with a plan to 'brighten' the wall right out front.

"Let's see what I can do with this dirty wall," he mumbled to himself.

Masaki never offered anything when it came to school or work, but when it came to designing things on walls with spray paint, one could say he was a genius. Setting his black messenger bag on the ground, he pulled out his spray paint cans and a dirtied hand towel to set over his mouth and nose. Masaki looked at the wall, imagining what he wanted to put there, after moments of silently piecing it together in his mind he finally picked the red spray can up. He held the hand towel over the bottom part of his mouth as he began to spray a red trail over the wall. Completely focused on what he was doing, he didn't notice that someone was standing only a few feet behind him. Now partially finished with a good section of the wall, he pulled the towel away from his mouth and took a few steps back. Getting a better picture of what he was doing, a small smiled curled his lips. With the two cans of red and silver he designed a finely detailed pocket watch, with parts of the saying 'Time stops for no one, live life to the fullest.' finished. He chuckled to himself.

"How cliché," he mumbled under his breath.

He still failed to notice the young man standing behind him. "Then why put it on a wall?"

Masaki was taken by surprise when he heard the voice. Jerking his head to see who had said it, he was faced with a cheeky smile from Mitsuo. Masaki just gave the other a scowl and turned back to look at his work.

"I waited at the meeting spot for a long time, but after you didn't show I figured I might find you somewhere around here." Mitsuo stated, sounding sure of himself.

His was tone different than this morning, less chipper. Masaki set the rag over his mouth and started back on the wall with his spray can. He shook the man's words off and continued. Mitsuo stood still just watching, glancing at his watch every so often. Mitsuo was determined to talk to him. Hours passed and not a word was spoken between them. Mitsuo knew that Masaki put more effort into his graffiti than he did anything else.

Mitsuo was used to the other ignoring him, and pretty much everyone else. He knew it wasn't because he thought he was better than everyone, rather like he didn't notice anyone. Mitsuo found Misaki to be strange, but when he saw Masaki spray painting he was like a different person. He had seen him a few times around the city marking up various buildings. He had even seen him getting in trouble with the police for it and chuckled to himself as he thought about all of the trouble he probably weasels his way out.

The sun had started to set before Masaki finally set his spray can down. He turned his head to look at the sky, his hand over his eyes to keep the sun at bay. A sigh slipped through his lips. He must have been bothered that he couldn't finish the wall. Glancing down at his bag, he leaned down on his knees as he started putting his spray cans down.

"Wait, you're done?" Mitsuo asked, shocked that hewouldn't continue into the night. He usually thought that Masaki or people who did graffiti would rather work at night because of less people.

"Well, once the sun sets I have no light," Masaki answered. He stood up and set the strap of the bag over his shoulder.

Mitsuo watched him turn around. "That makes sense…" He had wanted to talk to him but now that he finally had his attention, he felt his throat get dry. "So, can I talk to you about what I wanted earlier?"

"Sure, but only until I get home, then I'm going inside."

Masaki was not very friendly. Mitsuo expected something like this so it didn't put a damper on his spirit. He had actually expected to be shot down.

Raising a fist to Masaki, his smile widened, "Good enough!" He then reached into his bag and pulled a homemade mixtape. "This is a song I just made. One day I'm going to be an idol." Mitsuo stated, holding it out.

Masaki just looked at him, noting to himself how strange he thought Mitsuo was for starting out the conversation like this. "Ok." Out of pure consideration he took the tape in his hand and looked at both.

Mitsuo put both his hands on his hip and made a face like he had accomplished something. "I don't care what it takes, one day I will be a world famous Idol, and when I see you doing your graffiti, I know you understand the passion I feel for becoming famous."

Masaki couldn't deny that. He had heard about Mitsuo declaring that he would be known all over the world but he never took it seriously. Looking at the tape, Masaki realized that Mitsuo wasn't just full of

"So, what I want from you is for you to make my album cover for this song." Mitsuo said, stepping away from the other.

Masaki just looked at him, unsure of what to say. His expression stayed the same but in his head he wanted to laugh. "I'm a bit confused; you want me to do what?"

Masaki just shook his head and stepped away from the other. "I mean that your art is amazing. I've seen you a few times. You and I would make a great team. I want people to see your art and then hear my songs!" he informed, sounding more excited with each word.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Masaki laughed, turning down the road to his house.

Mitsuo followed him. "Think about it! Please, I'm serious." After following him for a few more moments he stopped and watched Masaki walk away.

Masaki didn't say anything; he just waved at the other without turning around.