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Matt Ishida laid on his bed, door locked to prevent anyone from seeing the disheveled state he was in. His red, puffy eyes could barely be seen over the pillow the rest of his face was buried.

He couldn't believe what he'd heard not minutes earlier. The one he cared about the most; the one in which he placed his absolute trust had betrayed him. Had gone behind his back and, in one swift motion, destroyed all the faith Matt had. Why, oh why, was the world so unfair?

A light rapping came from the door. Matt ignored it. He was most certainly not in the mood to talk to anyone. Moments later, another knock came. He ignored it again. Couldn't they take a hint? More knocking answered the question.

"Matt?" Sora, his wife and betrayer, gently called out from the other side of the door.

"Go away." He said. The last person he wanted to talk to was the one who performed an unspeakable act behind his back.

"Matt," she said with a little more desperation. "Would you come out please? We need to talk about this."

Rolling his eyes, Matt shoved himself off of his bed and stomped to the door. He yanked it open to look his traitor in the eye.

"What's there to talk about?" He said. "You went behind my back and did the one thing I never thought you could do."

"Matt..."

"No! This is absolutely unforgivable! You might as well just kill me and get it over with!"

"Matt, it's not that bad!" Sora defended. "It's not like it's the end of the world or anything!"

"It might as well be! I can't believe you have the gall to stand there and try to defend yourself when you've done something to cause me to lose complete trust in you!"

Sora winced. Hearing that she'd lost his trust over such a small thing, to her anyway, was the most painful thing she'd ever heard in her life. Before she knew it, a wave of anger began building up inside of her.

"Lose trust?" She repeated incredulously. "How could something like this cause you to lose trust in me? I didn't question you when I came home from work one morning and found Mimi making breakfast for you in our kitchen!"

Matt rolled his eyes. "That's because Izzy came out from the second bedroom and explained everything before you could go atomic all over everyone!"

"Yeah, because you're the best person to go to when you need overnight marital advice, right?"

"They were both drunk, I didn't get involved and they paid for the bed they broke!"

Moments of silence passed as the arguing couple panted to catch their breaths. Matt rubbed his hands over his face in exhaustion. This was why he didn't want to talk about it.

"Who'd you do it with?" He suddenly asked, catching Sora off guard.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"This isn't the kind of thing you can do on your own, Sora."

"It isn't? I'm pretty competent, last I checked."

"You can't, because you've never done it before."

Sora paused for a moment, trying to come up with a response to Matt's accusation. Unable to come up with anything, she took a deep breath and released a huge sigh.

"Izzy."

Matt's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what his beloved had just told him.

"Izzy? IZZY?" He shouted. "Of all the people in the world, you pick the one guy who probably has the least experience in the world?"

"In his defense," Sora returned fire. "Mimi taught him how to do it, and he showed me!"

Matt's head spun. This was getting ridiculous. "I can't believe this...I can't trust anybody...I have no friends..."

Sora walked up and embraced her husband, hoping to calm his nerves. "I'm sorry, Matt. If I had known it would hurt you this badly, I wouldn't have done it."

Matt slipped his arms around her waist, returning the hug. He buried his face in her shoulder. "Promise me you won't do anything like that again."

"I promise."

Before Matt could say anything else, a knock came from the front door. Sora walked out of the room to answer it with Matt in tow. She opened the door, revealing a familiar mess of orange spiked hair.

"Hey guys!" Izzy cheerfully greeted the couple. Before Sora could return the greeting, Matt stormed past her and grabbed him by the shirt. He dragged the poor, terrified computer tech into the apartment.

"Izzy, you immoral lout!" Matt shouted, shaking Izzy in a crazed manner. "How could you do this to me?"

"Stop it, Matt!" Sora cried. "You're killing him!"

Matt did as he was told. Izzy took a moment to recover from the abuse before speaking. He turned to Sora.

"So, I take it you told him about what we did?"

"Yeah," Matt answered. "She told me. I thought we were friends, Izzy."

"Huh?"

"I trusted you, and what do you do? You and my wife sneak around behind my back and rob me of my precious memories..."

Izzy rolled his eyes. "For God's sake, Matt. It was just a damn guitar! It's not like I sold your first born or something."

Matt slowly backed up as depression set in. "It's not just a guitar," he said. "It was the very first bass guitar I've ever owned." He held up his hands, staring at them as if the instrument was sitting in them. "Sherry was the best thing that ever happened to me..."

"Excuse me?" Sora shouted. "'The best thing that's ever happened'? I suppose I'm chopped liver, then?"

Matt snapped his head up, eyes wide in realization of his mistake. "Second best."

"Better."

"Hold on," Izzy said as he held up his hands. "You named it 'Sherry'? Who names a guitar?"

"I don't know. Who names their computer 'Dr. Letz Shake' and rationalizes it by saying that every time he uses it he thinks he's 'goink to loose tha BOWEL kontrol'? That's extremely disturbing, by the way."

Izzy reddened. "I like No More Heroes. It was a joke. Shut up."

"Can we get back on track, here?" Sora interrupted.

"Right." Matt answered. "I'm supposed to hate you two for selling my precious Sherry."

Sora rolled her eyes. "It's a guitar, damn it. You can use the money we got from selling your old one to get a new one."

Matt looked at Sora incredulously. "Nobody understands me..." He hesitated for a moment before slowly walking back into his bedroom, locking the door behind him once again.

Izzy and Sora stared at the door for a few moments as light sobs were heard from the other side. They then turned to each other, extending the awkward silence by trading looks with one another.

"So..." Izzy eventually broke the silence. "When do we tell Matt that we slept with each other?"

"One bombshell at a time, Izzy." Sora answered. "One bombshell at a time."

Nope. Nobody understands us musicians.