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Note: This fanfiction was inspired by 9cats: The Musical Academy Seishun. However, I assure everyone that I have not copied of entirely from the author, except for certain plot elements in the first few chapters. Also, there might have some elements in the fanfiction that have inspired by other POT fanfic writers.
Beta-d by: 9CatLives
Will be beta-d by: Wolf-Goddess and Lang Krista
I would like to thank my beta-readers for having willingly accepted to beta-read my fanfiction and for taking of their time to beta-read my fanfics. And now, please enjoy the fanfic ^^ RyomaxFuji
Chapter 1
The last note of her musical instrument reverberated in the air, resonating in the hearts of the listeners.
"What melodious music," Nanjiro and Ryoga exclaimed in unison, tears glistening in their eyes as they applauded loudly.
"Ryoma, you have improved so much. Your singing, it was simply beautiful!" Nanjiro cooed.
"Ryoma, I love your playing!" Ryoga declared.
"Ryoma, we both admit, we used to be better than you but now…"
"CHIBISUKE, WAKE UP!" A deafening shout scared the living daylights out of the little girl, who had been venturing in slumberland a mere second ago. Alarmed, she jerked away from the voice in reflex. A light mass, which she took to be Karupin, bounded off her.
Thump. Somehow, she had landed in a heap on the ground. Wiping her bleary eyes, Ryoga's grinning face loomed into sight.
Anger rose within her. Within seconds, one could almost see thick, black smoke billowing from her ears, her brain having been overheated from rage. A deep menacing growl emanated from the depths of her vocal chords.
Ryoma was now in hyperirritable mode from having been jolted awake from her pleasant dreams.
A little more and they would have admitted that I was better than them. Why that little…
Uh-oh. Ryoga panicked, recognizing the signs. An antagonized Ryoma wasn't the best person to be around with.
She snarled, lunging at Ryoga like a crazed beast. Having sensed that his life was in potential jeopardy, he somehow managed to dodge her attack by a hairsbreadth. Choosing the safest option left for him, he fled for his life.
Annoyance was unconcealed on her disgruntled face, as she pursued him, marking the beginning of their daily game of cat and mice.
At least that was until Rinko flashed an angelic smile at the duo. Despite their mother's cherubic facade, the pair was not fooled. Behind the innocent smile oozed a murderous aura. In fact, they felt as if they could almost see a pitchfork in her hand, and a pointed tail flicking casually behind her.
Scared witless, Ryoma stopped her rampage.
Meekly, she retired to her room to prepare herself for school. On a normal occasion, Ryoga would have burst into fits of laughter upon seeing his brazen sister acting so docile, but even he was still slightly traumatized by their mother, who had, by now, returned to preparing breakfast.
Having readied herself for school, Ryoma mustered her courage and sneaked a peak at her reflection in the mirror. A short boy with distinctly feminine features mirrored her actions.
Ryoma had tied up her hair into a bun, before settling a wig of the black wig with green highlights, but with a more boyish haircut, onto her head. She was fully clothed in the male uniform, her chest having been bandaged up for fear it was too obvious that she was a girl. Hmm, I-
"- Don't look half bad as a boy,"
"Pfft," While she had been distracted by her appearance, Ryoma had failed to notice the two men creep up onto her.
The pair of immature men's initial stifled sniggering instantaneously turned into outright laughter. They walked towards her, whilst wiping the tears that had accumulated in their eyes from laughing. As the younger of the two glomped her, the other took pictures of her from every possible angle, laughing the entire time.
Unable to tolerate her baka oyaji and baka aniki, she grabbed her bag, bit into a piece of bread and stomped out of the house, fuming. Trailing her fading silhouette was raucous guffawing from the two men who still had no reign over themselves.
