So, last night, this and "Enharmonic" just came to me while I was in the shower. I ended up writing them both in one sitting, straight out into the notebook. I'm rather pleased with myself, I must say.

Lame title is lame, though, I must admit, but I can't think of anything better. *shrugs*

Disclaimer: TWEWY. Not mine.

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Trials of Changing

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As Rhyme grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to pull upwards, she paused for a moment in awkward hesitation. Ever since the Game, changing clothes had become a bit disconcerting for the young Bitou; After finding out that the Composer, Joshua, could be anywhere in the UG at any given time without being seen by people in the RG, Rhyme found that things like stripping down in the private confines of her room became a little less... well, private.

With a deep breath and the mental reassurance that Joshua had no reason to be in her room at that particular moment - or ever, for that matter - she quickly pulled her shirt over her head, kicked off her shorts, and slipped into her pajamas.

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When she awoke in the morning, however, she found herself facing the same mental roadblock. However, she quickly got over it and was able to change into her day clothes without much apprehension. That is, until she was brushing her hair and a faint giggle reached her ears. She whipped around just in time to see a certain violet-eyed Composer materialize into the chair across the room from her.

"Joshua!" she gasped, fumbling a bit with her hairbrush. "What are you doing here?"

Joshua just smirked as he twisted a finger through his own ashen locks. "Oh, just popping in to say, 'Hi.'" He got up and began strolling around the room. "There have been some interesting Noise surrounding you lately, Rhyme. There were quite a few last night, but they seem to have dissipated since... Something bothering you?" He glanced back over at her with a grin, and she fidgeted uncomfortably under his knowing gaze.

"W-well, umm..." She fingered her hairbrush awkwardly, debating whether or not to proceed with her question. "I was just... Joshua, you haven't been watching me change, have you?" It blurted out before she could stop it, and she immediately looked away and blushed at herself. Joshua, however, simply raised an eyebrow in amused interest.

"Rhyme, really now... Whatever would make you think I would do such a thing? I would never."

Inwardly breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Rhyme turned and dropped her brush back into its drawer. She was about to try and explain her paranoia before Joshua spoke again.

"Unless, of course, you want me to."

In a flustered mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, Rhyme blushed and violently shook her head, much to Joshua's amusement. He grinned.

"So, that's what was bothering you... Interesting." In a flash he was over at the open window, leg propped up on the sill, resting his hand against the glass. "Well, mystery solved. I'd better be off, then. See you later, Rhyme~" And with that, he stepped out of the room and vanished once again into the UG.

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That night, Rhyme couldn't help but feel even more uneasy as she readied to put on her pajamas. After telling herself a million times over that Joshua wasn't watching her, she speedily flung off her clothes and jumped into the T-shirt and shorts that she wore to bed. From that moment on, she unofficially held the record for fastest changing of clothes in all of Japan.

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Oh Joshua. Rhyme has every right to be paranoid. C:

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