Summary : They met. They felt a tingle. But he made a mistake. He ran away - he was too scared. Will she be able to find him? Will she have him back? Are they going to confess their feelings to each other or are they going to hide? Are they strong enough to fall in love?

Author's Note : The story is currently nameless... *sniffle sniffle*... Blame it one my cold infested brain or my stressed-out-cos-exams-are-coming! State of mind... I need a good title for this story. It's a Sorato. He's a rockstar with issues and she's a confused student. Ages - early twenties and late teens respectively for the guy and the girl. Names and reviews please?

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Hope you like this! (^_^)\m/

Chapter 1 - Vermilion Sky

The stars were already shining brightly and the Sun had just set. From the top of the cliff you could see practically everything. The vast, boundless sky above, the city and its magnificent lights underneath and the sparkling sea beyond. Even the dense forest behind, surrounding the road leading up to the summit. The road was always shadowed and it was safe to say that no one, well almost no one knew about this sacred sanctuary at the top of the foreboding cliff. Almost.

The car was parked at the end of the road shaded by the trees. She made her way through the forest and came into the clearing. The cliff's side plummeted over two hundred metres barely twenty feet in front of her. She had never dared to go that far ahead. Yes, she loved danger and the adrenaline rushes but suicide was just not her forte. The mud and rocks could just give way even under her negligible weight and she would fall to her death. Not a very enticing idea.

She opened her arms to feel the cool breeze and smiled. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be here. What it felt like to be free. Without turning her back to the pleasant sea wind, she fell down among the soft bushes, herbs and gnarled roots of the trees. Leaning her back against the daring tree that had grown furthermost at the top; she opened her twinkling ruby-red eyes. She needed this peace and quiet. On some days - with everything silent, you could almost hear the rushing of the waves...

"Hey, this is my place." a husky, baritone voice called her back to reality. Her eyes flashed to the left and saw a young man in his early twenties leaning against the same tree. He had a blond mane and enchanting eyes, the colour of the ocean. And these eyes were looking at her with a half smirk, half smile. Yamato Ishida - lead singer and bassist of one of the most popular bands of all time - The Wolves.

She smiled at him but made no other move and said - "I'm sorry, do you own this place?" Her voice was sweet and low... She looked beautiful and he could not find any fault in her, her hair was red and her skin was tanned but the most breathtaking feature was her eyes. Fire-red irises that could see through everything!

He shook his head without breaking eye contact and said - "No, I just come here often. So to my mind it does belong to me and my solitude." She laughed and he could swear - it was even more beautiful than the best music. Then she said softly: "Odd, I had no idea anyone else knew about this. It is so untouched and unspoiled... I somehow felt that it belonged to me too..."

He nodded understandingly then nudged her shoulder with his knee "Scoot over. I always sit here." She complied and they sat together, side by side for sometime in silence. She broke the silence first - "I always come here when i need to clear my mind up. Or when I'm sad..."

"Same here. Coming here makes me feel so much better..."

"It makes me feel closer to everything..."

"It makes me feel closer to death." he gestured ahead of them at the steep drop if they went too close.

She grinned "True... doesn't that make you appreciate life more?"

"That's why I come here!" he laughed.

They both looked at each other and smiled before looking out again and lapsing into silence.

This time, he spoke first - "There's a brilliant cafe nearby. I'm thirsty... Would you...?"

She turned to face him and saw his eyes. Her expression changed from somber to one of contentment and agreed: "I have my car."

He smiled warmly "I know - a Ferrari! Just saw it parked there. We'll take yours, even though I have my Q7" then with a hint of apprehension "If you don't mind, that is..."
Her eyes had widened at the mention of the Q7 but said yes nonetheless.

She would have let him drive too but since she didn't know him too well she let that pass. They both stood up and dusted themselves. 'Why did he ask me to go?' she wondered.
He thought 'That was a spur of the moment question. I don't even know her! I shouldn't have asked! Now she'll think I'm crazy!'
'But I must admit - something about him - just seems - correct...'
'She is captivating. Not just superficially... it's something else too!'
'I don't think it's the wrong decision. I trust my sixth sense. No alarm is going off; so for now I'll just go along. He does seem interesting... Not the rockstar way... We shall see...'