A/N: It's hot ;-; Enjoy.

Loose and Tight Ambition


"Wow…," Yui mumbled as she clapped her hands. "...Amazing...right Ayato?"

"Psh, I'm way better than them." Her red haired friend clicked his tongue in envy. Though in contrast to his impudent behavior, his green eyes shone with admiration to the performers on the black top while clapping along with his blonde friend.

"Yes yes," she nodded at his pretentious comment. He had a habit of keeping his true thoughts to himself. In fact, he was currently staring intently at his idol on stage who was producing pleasant music on the violin. "You're definitely way better than them, way better than your precious idol."

"Shut up, stupid flat board." And there he goes making fun of her chest size again. It was worth it though. He was flustered, cheeks red almost like the color his own unruly red hair. "Che, you're just making fun of me aren't you?"

With grin she simply nodded and hummed, "Mhm."

The violin solo faded. Claps and enthusiastic cries instantly followed after the music came to a stop.

Light shined through the dark on the two students from the idol club as the large audience, mostly made up of middle school students, applauded, shouted and squealed in excitement. The club had always been the last to perform, saving the best for last of course, and had always induced the loudest cheers from the students. Near the end of the school year, middle schools always visited near by high school and show the kids around the school.

Yui and Ayato couldn't wait to join the club. After this summer they will soon be starting their first year at this high school and joining the club on the first day of school. That was what they planned to do, to join on the very first day.

"U-um, I'm your biggest fan!"

"Me too! I love all you songs!"

"Hey, should we ask for autographs?"

"Actually I really want their autographs!"

"I'm dying to get their signatures!"

"Kyaa! I love you Reiji, Shu! You two are awesome!"

By the end of the performance it was about time to head back to school.

"Please sign this Reiji!"

"Of course, and your name is?"

"Thank you very much! I-It's, Kenta!"

Well it wasn't time to head back yet, not until everyone got what they wanted: Autographs from students in the idol club.

"Mister, you want an autograph from them too?"

"Hey, don't judge. We teachers aren't as old as he think we are."

Even teachers and the principals were squeezing their way into the sea of teens.

Yui watched students from her school and other schools as well as teachers and principals mobbed high school students from the idol club. "Oh look, you can get an autograph—"

"Where!?"

Yui stifled her laughter as she pointed Ayato into the direction of a crowd surrounding the two performers who had performed last. The one with red eyes and black hair had a wave of sophisticated and refine air around him, seemingly difficult to approach. The other one—Ayato's idol—had blue eyes looking disinterested and bored, somewhat a bit more easier to approach.

"Alright," Ayato happily smirked as he bulldozed his way into the crowd, making his way towards his idol.

She let out her laughter, receiving curious stares from the people nearby her which she ignored. It was funny to watch him force his way through the barrier that surrounded his idol. She wondered how on earth he was able to readjust his eyes so quick now that the lights were all turned back on. He was shoving and pushing people out if his way. She could even hear him say "excuse me" in a sassy manner here and there from where she stood.

"Ah, geez Ayato...be more courteous to people." She sighed, shaking her head, upset at his rude manner but then she instantly went back to laughing at Ayato's behavior. He was so excited to meet the person he practically fanboys over almost everyday.

When they first visited the high school they were instantly attracted to the idol club. They had even tried making an idol club of their own in their own school but no one was willing to join.

"Sign this," Ayato demanded, managing to be have made his way in front of the crowd and witness the two performers up close, as he stuffed a photo in the blonde's passive face.

His idol sighed and replied, "Alright, alright..."

"How nice," Yui thought to herself, watching the exchange between her friend and the two high school students. His green eyes were were shining so brightly, thrilled to meet the person he admired. It was completely obvious to her that Ayato was set on joining the club once high school starts.

...

"Listen, yours truly here will truly be the best! Better than you!"

"Yes, yes I know. Let's get back to practice."

...

"Should I join too...?"

Her friend was getting his photo signed. Ayato, though prideful and overly confident with himself, had someone he looked up to. His mouth was set in a smirk as he talked to the blonde male about something. Though soon after he finished speaking, his smirk was quickly wiped off his face, replaced with a frown and accompanied by red cheeks. He was overconfident for his own good sometimes. But to her it was clear, by the way his eyes twinkled so brightly, that he was elated right now, delighted to be interacting with the blonde male.

...

"You'll join too right Pancake?"

"Of course I will," She replied in an obvious tone, not minding the nickname Ayato had called her as she lifted him up on the wall which separated their school and the high school they would be heading to after they graduate. "W-Wait, what if we get—"

"Psh, you think we'll get caught? Yours truly is here so we definitely won't get caught."

"Mm...Okay then..."

"Alright, to the idol club room!"

"Right, to the idol club room," She nervously repeated. "But, why do I feel like we'll get caught like usual...?"

...

"Wow," Yui clapped inaudibly.

Even when they were practicing, learning a new dance or song, singing, playing piano, playing violin, or whatever instrument they were playing, it was always pleasant to the eyes and ears. There may have been flaws at times, but of course Yui and Ayato wouldn't know what the flaws were. In their eyes it was probably perfection, like they watching professionals doing their thing.

"Che, aren't those students from our school," her friend seethed quietly. She noticed Ayato was staring hard at a student from their middle school who was practicing violin with someone that Ayato looked up to.

He looked envious, glaring hard at the person who was playing the violin along with Shu, the person he idolized. "That's not fair!"

They were both expertly hiding in the bushes as they usually did during their lunch period, covered in leaves, dirt and a crown of flowers on their head, as they peeked through the open window and watched a lesson taught by a guy with red eyes and black hair, one with black hair and eyes while Ayato's idol was playing violin with someone from Ayato's school.

He threw off the flower clown he had made with roses picked from the bushes and stood up, about to invite himself into the room.

"I—"

"Wait a moment Ayato—Shh," Yui cut him, quickly pulled him back down, hiding back into the green leaves and colorful roses. Leaves and petals fell onto the soil and concrete at their movement.

They remained silent for a few minutes, listening to the voices who questioned: Who's voice that was just now? Yui unconsciously held her breath. No one came to check on them yet. But someone entered the room, telling everyone they should practice on the real stage.

"Let's go, let's go~"

That voice was familiar. It was the voice of a person who had often saved them whenever they wondered onto school grounds they weren't supposed to be on.

"Right now?"

"Eh? Why?"

"The real performance starts in a few day remember~"

"What, really?!"

"We've been focusing on practicing for it that we forgot about all about the real thing!"

The person managed to drive everyone out the room.

"You two aren't supposed to be here and you still sneak over? Geez, how persistent~," the owner of the voice was close, exactly near the window. "Remember to repay me later~"

Their heads popped out of the bush.

"We will, thank you," Yui thanked the blonde male with his elbows propped on the ledge of the window and his hands cupping his cheeks.

In contrast to Ayato's idol, Kou, the person that Yui admired, had a more outgoing personality and there was always a cheerful air surrounding him. Kou was the type who could turn anyone's frown right side up.

"Che, why can't we—"

"Kch, do you ever listen to me." But there were times where he wasn't so nice or cherry. "You have to maintain your grades to—Ah, which reminds me, your test scores are terrible aren't they? You won't get noticed by Shu at this rate"

And of course he loved to taunt Ayatoabout these things.

"I-IShut up!"

...

"I want to join too...," Yui murmured.

"Heh heh," her friend popped up in her face with a grin somewhat close to how a hyper kid would look like. "Look Yui!"

A photo of Ayato with a signature on it was stuffed in her face.

"He definitely wants to work with yours truly now."

"That's great," she remarked, her voice slightly muffled by the photo right against her face. He was such a fanboy right now. Aside from that, he was so serious about his passion which was something she envied about him.

The photo was out her face. She watched with a smile on her face as Ayato brought it above him, a large goofy smile plastered on his face, tilting his head up to admire the photo. She was sure of herself Ayato would be able to reach his goal, one-hundred percent sure of it.

"You'll definitely get to perform with him one day."

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"It's hot," Yui muttered.

She was in her backyard with Ayato, sitting on the dry grass with legs crossed.

The two of them had a love-hate relationship with the dreadful season known as summer, when the temperature rises and just bakes everything with scorching hot sunlight. But even with this type of weather, Ayato still danced. He was a sweating mess. His hair stuck to his neck and his white shirt was drenched in sweat.

"Hey Ayato," Yui shouted. "You should take a break."

He shook his head while maintaining his dance, showing her an index finger that he'll be dancing one more time.

And so the song looped, beginning once more.

His dancing and his choreography had improved little by little each day. He was learning new things each day. But the same could not be said with her. She didn't practice daily. She didn't learn new things each day like he was.

This was merely a hobby, just a hobby.

"...Alright." She readjusted her position, laying down on the grass and staring up at the sky. You'd think there wouldn't be any white clouds up in the sky during summer but Yui saw a few clouds hanging out in the blue sky and found a cloud shaped like a crown. That crown kid of represented what she had thought of Ayato the first time she met him. At first glance Ayato had seemed like a person who was careless and disgustingly conceited but truthfully he isn't...Well, sometimes he isn't like that.

Yui started to hum along to the music. Ayato soon followed after her, singing along to the chorus, making Yui suppress a small smile. She got up and danced along with Ayato, remembering the moves Ayato had created all himself. Before, he wasn't capable of creating his own choreography himself but now he was somewhat able to do it.

Singing and dancing together was fun enough to forget all about the blazing heat.

Whistling and clapping was heard right after the song was finished.

"That bastard," Ayato grumbled, turning off the music. "Insulting yours truly..."

"Wooooow Ayato~ You improved a lot—" The person jeered. "Not."

"Che, you said you were recording today!"

"I just finished." Kou playfully stuck his tongue out.

"Voice acting! Hurry up and help me with that!" Ayato tackled him to the ground, straddling him.

Ayato used to dislike the critics he'd get from Kou but over time he came to accept it and take it in. Now he practically annoys the hell out of Kou for advice, lessons and how work was like.

"Hah!? No, get off," Kou grunted, roughly shoving Ayato off him. "I have another recording soon and you're messing my appearance!"

Kou stood up and swiped the grass and dirt off his clothes. Time to time Kou would give Ayato some advice but the red-head was insanely annoying sometimes. He clicked his tongue, thinking about his choice of words.

"Kch...This...It...Hah," Kou irritably sighed and force out the words. "It's my last recording of the day."

"That means he'll help you Ayato," Yui softly clapped with a small smile coated on her face. "Isn't that great?"

"Yeah, whatever." Ayato said it in a passive voice, trying to act cool, like he didn't really care Kou had accepted to assist in voice acting. Though nonetheless Yui knew very well he was super duper delighted Kou agreed to help him.

"Anyways, why Yui's house?" Kou took off his beige hat and fanned his face.

"Sorry," Yui apologized. Her house didn't have an air conditioner. The only way to cool down in her house was a fan, ice, cold water and the freezer.

"They're visitors at my house."

Everyone trailed into the house. They all loitered around in the kitchen and opened the freezer, taking in the cold air. The cool air only blessed Kou for a couple of minutes though. It was time for him to head to the studio for recording.

"See ya~"

"Bye," Yui and Ayato said in unison.

Yui sluggishly stumbled into the living room. It was way too hot to move. She even found it difficult to remove herself from the freezer and enter the living room. "I'm gonna die." She heard Ayato, who was lying on the living floor, complain.

"I'll turn on the fan," Yui announced as she plugged the cord into the outlet.

With the nice breeze hitting their faces they felt more refreshed.

"It's unfair, you can get free advice from your own idol."

"Don't worry, you'll get to learn from yours after summer vacation," she encouraged. She wanted to support her encourage her friend a ton this summer. Because once high school starts, she wasn't going to join the club with him like she had said she would.

She wasn't going to join.

"Che, Summer sucks, hurry and pass already dammit!"

"But don't you think Summer is a great time for eating ice-cream?"

She was not going to join.