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"I'm sorry Mr. Ishida, you were great but we. err actually we've already found the lead singer for this band."
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Matt walked out of @^$%@&™ record company. As he made his way out of the building he received stares from other people.
#@%%$*! It's the same lame excuse everytime! Why don't they just stick it to my face, and tell me that 'Oh I'm sorry we don't accept artist with Psoriasis here!'
He hated to admit it but he was bickering all the way down the block to his house. However a tiny voice slap him out of his thoughts.
"Mommy, look at that man! Why does his skin has red patches all over his face?" ask a small boy to his mother.
"Oh my god! Syuji! Get away from that man!" said the mother as she quickly pulled his son as far away from Yamato. The women quickly crossed to the other side of the street with her child as an attempt to run away from him.
It really hurts. everytime. to know that people think that you're this some kind of freak when you're actually not. I've never got immune to this even though I've been through situation like this so many times before.
His eyes winced at the memory of being shunned away from the normal world because of his disease.
Yamato passed by an old vintage record stores. His blue eyes gazed over the variant of poster decorated all over the window, with people who are beautiful.
The window also reflected his image, his finger reached out to touch his face. touching the dark blood red patches covering parts of his face.
"Excuse me," Said a voice from beside him.
A ray of warm carmine passed over his eyes. A girl, a feet shorter than him moved in front of him to pull down the grill screen to mask the window of the shop.
The carmine haired girl stretched out her arms as far as she can but she just couldn't reach the grill.
"Damned!" She cursed softly as she stared angrily at the grill screen above her.
Just as she stood on her toes for another go, her eyes landed on a pair of hands that grasp firmly on the grill and pulled it down.
The girl chirped happily that the grill screen is finally down. She grabbed a key out of her pocket, and locked the grill securely in place.
Not forgetting her manners, the girl turned around to thank whoever that helped her. when suddenly she was greeted with something she didn't expected
The girl yelped in horror to see the man standing in front of her. She was about to run away, but stopped when she saw the man's expression began to change.
His bright face darkened as she saw her reaction.
The man looked so hurted.
As if on cue he walked away from her, walking the walk of sorrow.
"Wait!" She yelled, feeling really guilty at her sudden actions.
But the man ignored her and continued walking.
She ran after the man, "Hey! Wait up! I'm sorry!" She yelled, grabbing the hold of the man's shoulder.
"Man, you walk pretty fast!" She said breathing quite heavily from her run.
The man looked over his shoulder towards her.
She was almost mesmerized. there she was. looking into the pair of the most captivating blue eyes she had ever seen.
She shook her head.
"Emm." She said trying to find something to say.
"I'm Sora." She said offering her hand.
The man shrinks his head into his jacket, trying to hide his face from her.
Without looking, he lifts one hand for a handshake.
"Matt"
The man said simply.
Their hands meet, to the girl the handshake might be something normal but to Matt their handshake was something amazing because she was the only one Matt had ever made skin contact with after so many uncountable years.
Sora smiled to herself, amused.
She didn't know if the man noticed how both their names are made up of four simple letters.
Her wild eyes landed on the oddly large black bag the man was carrying.
"You play guitar?" Sora asks, to her own surprise.
The man lifted his eyebrow, he too. was surprise by her motion.
"Do you?" Sora asks again, moving her face little closer to the man
The man melted into a warm smile.
"Y-yeah," He answered in a dry voice.
Now it was Sora's turn to melt. 'Matt' as he calls himself has a. simply put, .nice smile.
Suddenly Sora felt a tinge of wetness on her nose.
Sora and Matt looked up to see rain pouring immensely from the midnight blue sky above them.
"Oh god!" Sora shrieked.
The hot cement path turned to a dark gray colour as it came in contact with the cold rain.
"That's my shop over there! Come on let's take cover before we get all wet!" Sora said pulling Matt with her whom reluctantly followed.
Sora opened the door, animating the wind chime that hanged behind it to a soft chime.
Matt stood rigidly at the door as Sora moved here and there, putting out stuff and getting stuff. He stared at his surrounding, looking at several things that caught his eyes but he couldn't help feeling awkward being alone in this place with a company another person.
Sora noticed Matt's awkwardness.
"Matt. why don't you sit down first, I need to finish some work over here," Sora said with a smile.
Matt walked towards the counter of the shop and sat on one of the chairs. He gently took off his guitar case and placed it leaning against the counter.
From behind some stacks of boxes, Sora looked at the stranger she just brought into the store.
'He looks harmless enough she thought,' Sora thought to herself.
Well as any other person in her situation, they would've taken the same actions. For all you know this man could be a serial killer or something.
However finally she managed to confine to herself, that the man is indeed harmless. So she finally got out from behind the stacks of box and walked towards the man.
"Hi. finally finished my work," Sora said as she moved towards the counter.
Matt, who was looking at the rain outside, quickly looked away from the windows towards her.
Matt just smiled and continued his act of trying to look 'busy'.
Sora took a chair beside him, trying to start a conversation, "Do you mind me asking?"
"Sure," Matt inquired.
"Is that some kind of new make-up technique your wearing?" Sora asks, motioning towards the dark blood red patches on his face.
"N-No, I have this skin condition from birth, kinda like a birth mark." Matt explained.
"Psoriasis?" Sora added to Matt's surprise.
'This is no ordinary girl,' Matt thought.
"You know?" Matt questioned.
"Yup, my father is a bio-engineering technician. I use to read his medical books in my free time." Sora answered.
"You own this shop?" Matt asked her.
"Well, sorta. it's a family business. Since both of my parents are busy with work, the shop falls under my responsibility." Sora answered.
"You mind if I look around?" Matt asked.
"Sure," Sora granted with an energetic nod.
Matt stood up and began walking around the store admiring the nice décor and the amazing record Sora had in her store. With every move his shoes made a clicking noise against the hard granite floor.
The noise from Matt's shoes made Sora aware of Matt's location without even looking.
Then there was no more clicking noise.
Matt was obviously standing still, being awed by something.
Wondering what made her visitor stopped to a halt, Sora decided to check him out.
Matt was looking at some record she hanged on the wall.
Sora moved closer to get a closer view of the record.
"That is Elvis Presley 1960's Limited Edition Summer Concert in Memphis," Matt burst out.
"Yup, Sora said proudly, before Sora could continue Matt abruptly cut in.
"Is it for sale?" Matt asked excitedly, his eyes turned a bright blue as she waited for Sora's reply.
Sora blinked her lashes furiously, clearly startled at Matt's sudden change in behavior. His then calm and cool exterior somehow melted into this vibrant youth standing in front of her.
"Well?" Matt asked again with those same sparks in his eyes.
"This is a rare collectible and." Sora said worried to disappoint him.
"It's not for sale." Matt said, finishing the sentence for her, "It's ok, I understand
