A/N: I will not repeat this again, I do not own La Corda D oro. Another story just sparked inside my mind and decided to write about it. Hehe. Oh what was that song again...

I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It!

... the taste of her cherry chapstick. It felt so wrong... It felt so right... don't mean i'm in love tonight!

Chapter 1 – Lips of an Angel

Young Len always wondered why his mother bothers to put color on her lips and top it with gloss while they are perfect on their own, a pair of little plumps, half pinkish half pale, always near to that kind and gentle smile. As young Len studied his mother with his huge almond eyes he suddenly got the urge to ask his mother why she spends so much time decorating or -whatever they want to call it- such a small part of the face? So Len grab a piece of the dress his mother was wearing and tugged it to call her attention. His mother turned around and kneeled to reach his level.

Hamai Misa looked into her son's eyes and mistook it as a hint of being tensed. "Nervous at your first solo? Don't worry mom's going to be here"

All at the same time young Len fought the urge not to bring about an unlikely topic with his mother. Instead like the good boy everyone knows he is, broke into a timid smile.

Misa in turn with her motherly instinct patted and stroke her son's hair in her effort to relieve him and kissed him leaving a red sticky paint on his cheek and once again patting his son's head before motioning to stand up.

Young Len touched the residue that's left on his face and from that time his curiosity sparked about those red colors and sticky liquid inside those tubes.

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Up to this very day as Len was in the tender age of sixteen he still wonders what are the purposes of lipsticks and lipglosses to the opposite sex as he stared at the girls dabbing the material on their lips while pretending to mind his own business. He tried to sit still on the school bench making it look that he's studying his next piece.

His curiosity wanders on and on as he tried to come up with a plausible reason and finally asking himself on his mind why was he curious on the first place. The thought frustrated him, he was all too familiar with sticking in his own business but this one's just too hard to resist. He bit his lips unconsciously as a bit of a habit having to remember something embarrassing. He was too curious, that he wanted to know it first hand.

Young Len kept tossing on his bed that night. Too preoccupied with lipsticks and lipglosses as he remembered what the woman dabbing colors in his mom's eyes and cheeks called it. But as a child with the eagerness to explore and discover the things that puzzles them, always finds a way to get their answers.

Unknown to his mom, young Len of all the things he can be constantly paying attention have known where she kept her make-ups. Walking in the hallway with his pj's and bunny slippers he rubbed his eyes trying to focus on the darkness. Thank goodness that his mom's closet was separate from his parent's room.

With a click of the door, he tiptoed inside the spacious room. If he remembered it correctly it's on the third drawer on her mom's dresser. He pulled the first drawer and the second drawer making a stairs out of it. He climbed to reach and pull the third drawer fumbling blindly on the contents as he was too small to have a good view of it. Finally, he grasped something familiar in shape, he brought out the tube, twist it on the end and a glossy red tint emerged. Slowly, steadily, he dabbed the color where there supposed to be placed but missed halfway and skidded all the way on his cheek when he heard footsteps approaching.

Hamai Misa was holding a shoe box when she opened the door. She lit up her closet and scanned the room and found that everything was in place.

Len successfully pushed the drawers in the nick of time and hurried on the curtains of dresses to hide. Clutching the lipstick on his hand, his face still tainted with red glossy ink. He was suddenly aware of his heart jumping rhythmically in his chest as he watched his mother pacing inside the room. Suddenly noticing what she has in hand he looked down on his feet and stifled a gasp.

A few shoes lined the bottom of the dresser. He returned his gaze on his mother sauntering her way to his hideout, he's going to be caught red handed in a matter of seconds now 'literary'. He forgot to untwist the lipstick and the increasing clutched on the material with his sweaty palms made a mess and had his hands smudged with the color.

Luckily, his mother was distracted with something she stepped on the floor. She picked what she seemed to recognize as the cap of one of her lipstick. "What's this doing in here", she muttered. She then heard her husband calling for her outside the room. She placed the shoe box with the cap on the table top and made his way out to the room.

Len quickly dashed to another door intertwining this room to another. He let a few seconds passed and he heard the door clicked again. He pressed his ear against the door and assumed that his mother had resumed putting her shoes at place. He unconsciously covered his hand on his face and sighed in relief which he realized was a bad move. He felt his hands sticky with the ink of the lipstick smudged on his palms and subsequently his face where he just laid his hand on.

When he heard his mom was done on the other room. He dashed again back to his room and then to his bathroom. He washed his hands and his face and rubbed it hard on the towel, much to his shock the ink was tough to get rid of.

A wave of heat flooded his cheeks. He hated having this nostalgic moments but it cannot be help, up until he gets rid of that itching curiosity.

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Kahoko was done for the day. After she put her violin inside its case, she fumbled inside her bag to grab a small box that fits exactly like the palm of her hand. She flipped it open and dabbed, brushed and laid a light make up on her face. When she was satisfied she clamped the lid and stuffed the box back to her bag, then took off.

Little did she notice that the door was slightly ajar, that someone was peeking at the expense of their curiosity.

Len dashed towards the beginning of the hallway and pretended to walk casually as Kahoko heads her way out of the practicing rooms. They exchanged short greetings and eventually mumbling 'see you around' when they passed each other side by side.

Kahoko forced a smile while Len kept his nonchalant expression.

After his little charade, when he was already at the private confines of his practicing room, he let out a huge sigh and let all his blood flood his cheeks.

He let himself sank in the chair while remembering the little scene he witnessed. He started breathing shallowly, the rise and fall in his chest was apparent, his eyes like molten amber smoldering deep in trance, his cheeks now flaring madly when he clutched the middle of his chest and found that his heart was beating irregularly. He wondered for once if dysrhythmia is a normal reaction on self-indulging a girl's way to put make-up.

He remembered hazily on when she put blush on her cheeks and how she curled her lashes and batted her eyes. He couldn't help but to play that short memory over and over in his mind, some in slow motion with every movement lingering softly in his mind and some concentrating in depth in the features of her face.

"Damn it", he dropped his violin on the floor, not checking for once, and let his hands cover his face as if afraid that someone will caught him. He massages his temples, a bit upset from enjoying something on the privates of his mind. He then reasoned with himself, when temptation calls one should answer back.

He picked up on where he left, remembering shortly on how Kahoko's cheeks look like two luscious red apples, worthy for someone to lay their lips on. He trailed off to her lips with the slopes of her jawline stamped clearly in his mind. Then it hit him, did he applied something on her lips? He tried to think it through, but all he remembered was a pair of plumped lips on their natural color, naked.

He grunted, the thought of naked lips suddenly seemed too vulgar for him and he quickly related it synonymously on reading a porn magazine.

He pressed his lips tightly. For the first time he left the music room early and skipped practice.

Gyah! So I like Katy Perry's I Kissed A Girl! haha! Short chapter. Hope you liked it though.