"As of the date printed below, students are no longer allowed to wear headphones in school. If this rule in violated, the student(s) will have the electronic device confiscated." said Hattori, reading from the bulletin board.

"Are you kidding me? Why does administration hate me?" Kyouya groaned.

"Actually Kou, you can thank our friendly neighborhood student council for this one." he said, pointing to the signature.

"Huh, let me see that." she said, snatching the flyer off the wall.

While she read the flyer over, the student body president, Masato Yukimura, walked by analyzing each student he passed. When he approached Spade and Ichinose, a simply sigh escaped his lips.

"Kyouya Souichi Ichinose of Class C-1, how many times have we discussed your hair and piercings?" Masato sighed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. President. It would seem that they're stuck to me, just like the rest of my personality." Kyouya replied.

"Is that so? Well, that makes another referral for you." he said, taking out a notepad.

"Whoa, that's not fair, Yuki senpai." Hattori said.

"Hattori Chisato, I see no place for you in this conversation. Please step aside." he said.

"Thanks Spade, let's get out of here." she said, grabbing his arm.

As the two ran down the hall, Masato sighed and continued down the hall. Meanwhile, the second period bell sounded. Kizuna High School was filled to the brim with students. Kyouya and Hattori were skipping their second period class, and decided to hangout on the roof.

"Damn, I'm tired." Kyouya sighed.

"Can we start practicing now?" Hattori groaned.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." she smiled, combing her fuzzy black hair.

While Kyouya did her warm exercises, Hattori set up his guitar and slipped off his uniform jacket. Kyouya smiled warmly as she pulled the taped microphone from her bag. With a point to her friend, they began their first official practice as S.T.A.T.I.C. As the two played their song, students began to listen through their classroom windows. The teachers were in an uproar, so Masato was sent to end the rooftop concert.

"So this is where you ran off to." he said.

"Oh great, we're busted." Kyouya said.

"What can we do for you, senpai?" Hattori asked.

"How about return to class, and stop playing such annoying music on the roof." Masato replied, in a rude tone.

"You can take your class, and shove it up you're. . ."Kyouya began.

"Kyouya, I have had enough of those inappropriate remarks. Now take your equipment, and go to class." Masato yelled.

"You know, if you didn't have that stick so far up your ass, you'd be a lot more fun." she growled.

"If you didn't dress like you were ran over by a bus, you'd be a lot more sensible." he retaliated.

"Oversized, four eyed piece of crap!" she screamed.

"You unrefined, boisterous trash!" he yelled.

"Hey you two, calm down." Hattori said.

"Why don't you waste your time doing something productive instead of wasting your time on such distasteful music?" Masato said.

"Distasteful? You just hate it because you could never come close to making something as beautiful as this!" Kyouya yelled.

"Oh please, if I truly wanted to make a song that would make people's ears bleed, I'd have an infant scream at the top of their lungs." Masato scoffed.

"Go to hell, Masato!" she screamed, running for the stairs.

As she dashed throughout the school in anxiety, Hattori stood up from the corner he was in and struck Masato across the face. As he rubbed the searing pain from his bruise, Hattori returned to his previous spot by the ventilation chute.

"You know, there was no reason for you to be so harsh." Hattori said at last.

"That's your reason for slapping me? She needed to know the truth; those songs were simply horrid and tasteless." Masato said.

"This is your opinion, and I disagree. I think that song was perfect, if you'd give it a second chance. I'm sure you'll change your mind. Besides, Kou isn't very good with arguments, she can barely sing in front of an audience of strangers. " he said, rummaging in his bag.

"Oh please, I could never listen to such ridiculous garbage." he sighed.

"Here, take this with you. Listen to it on your way home, and I do mean every last song." he said, handing him a MP3 player.

"You do realize these things are obsolete, right?" he asked.

"Do you want me to slap you again? Just take it home, and listen to them." he said.

"Fine, but only because I'm interested in listening to the garbage you two waste some much time to write." he said, snatching the headset.

As Masato walked back to his classroom, he looked at the headset in his hands. He felt a deep guilt in his stomach as he passed one of the flyers in the hallway. He looked at the sheet of paper, and sighed.

"I suppose taking away their music was a little careless on my part." he said to himself.

As he tore the sheet down from the bulletin board, he noticed someone watching from the shadows. He turned to see that it was Kyouya, and she seemed different. Before he had the chance to speak to her, Kyouya ran off towards the main entrance. Masato simply watched as she ran right out of the building.

"Go to Hell, Masato!"

"Her eyes, there were tears in her eyes." he sighed, sliding against the wall.

Later that day, Masato walked home with the headset in his ears. As he listened to the music streaming through the colored headphones, he felt his heart jolt. The tempo, the rhythm, and the vocals all collided together with the instrumental like a symphony. As he looked at the song he was listening to, the title made him blush.

"So, it's a Crystal Time, huh?" he smiled.

As he walked down the long street to his house, he began singing along with Kyouya in the song. That night, he played "Crystal Time" on repeat as he slept. He dreamed about his confrontation with Kyouya, and the bruise on his face throbbed slightly in the night.

"Why don't you waste your time doing something productive instead of wasting your time on such distasteful music?" Masato said.

"Distasteful? You just hate it because you could never come close to making something as beautiful as this!" Kyouya yelled.

"Oh please, if I truly wanted to make a song that would make people's ears bleed, I'd have an infant scream at the top of their lungs." Masato scoffed.

"Go to hell, Masato!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry, Kyouya. I didn't mean it." he mumbled in his sleep.

"Why do you hate me so much, Masato?" she asked.

"How are you here? Am I dreaming?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

"What have I ever done to you? Am I truly that bad?" she said, struggling to fight her tears.