That Summer Heat: Chapter 2

Enjoy!
-:-

Kari released a loud, heavy yawn as she loped her way to the multi-purpose hall, waving a hand before her mouth to keep some sort of decent etiquette. It was 7:30 in the morning and she had just finished breakfast, leisurely making her way for the first designated activity for the day.

So far camp, though she had just woken up, was no different than the ones back in America, aside from the lack of frosted flake cereal and pop tarts. It was strange; they actually offered miso soup and dried seaweed as breakfast option.

Apparently those were staples in this Far East morning menu.

The seventeen-year-old sighed a little, extracting a neatly folded paper out from her shorts pocket. She unfolded the faintly wrinkled sheet, pouring over its contents. Mother had personally chosen which activities her only and beloved daughter was going to take, ignoring the fact that her only and beloved daughter was seventeen already.

The brunette only shook her head at the thought, her brows lifting with surprise. It seemed she was signed up for musical theory for her morning hours, with a half hour break in between before her next activity.

She used to play guitar, well barely, as father never elaborated on the lessons after work became very hectic.

The young girl was jostled from her thoughts as the faintly muffled sound of voices – very feminine ones – floated by her ears. She hastened her pace, quickly reaching the desired location and feeling a little more than astounded at the sight.

The multi-purpose hall was full and lively, bustling with twenty-some-odd campers who seemed a bit too excited for the early hour. Kari cautiously stepped further into the residence, uncertainly glancing about her surroundings to see exactly what all the commotion was about.

The seventeen-year-old took the vacant row of seats in the back, which surprised her a little since most people by nature were inclined to sidle to the back. She only shook it off, carefully sitting herself down onto the bright orange plastic chair.

She glanced at her watch, face puckering, before looking back at the paper schedule grasped in her hand. It was eight and the class of sorts apparently started at seven forty-five.

Their instructor was late, she sighed, contemplating briefly of switching the activity.

"You're Kari, right?"

The brunette jerked up at the call, blinking as she found a somewhat tall and lanky girl standing before her.

She was extremely pale this one and long, flowing locks of a startling lavender purple that spilled unbound to her hips. She had large, round glasses on her face; emphasizing her bright magenta-colored eyes.

Kari felt her brow furrow, faintly perplexed as to why this girl was talking to her. She looked at her a bit longer and nearly gasped with realization, her face warming considerably.

"Oh you're my bunk-mate..." The auburn-haired American murmured as though to herself, glancing up at the taller girl.

"…Miyako Inoue, right?"

The lilac-topped female released a joyous cry of affirmation, reaching out and grabbing the slight girl by the arm. She then took it upon herself to occupy the vacant chair at Kari's right, plopping her large satchel at their feet.

"I've been going to this camp since I was nine – though, I didn't really want to but my mom forced me...something about social development." The tall female shook her head, eyes rolling before she continued.

"..which is strange since I got three siblings, two sisters and a brother – I'm the youngest though, sixteen – oh man! Do you have any siblings? Whatever, what was I saying…ah, yes! So I've been going to this camp since I was nine and I could name every face, rock and creature so when I saw you, I knew you were a new-comer. So, where you from?"

The slight brunette assumed a queer look, a little winded by the sudden influx of information thrown her way. She remained silent for a moment, blinking before releasing a hearty laugh.

The two companions were halted, however, when the bustling populace about them came to a strange silence. They looked up to see the cause of the sudden miracle, their irises snagging onto a lone figure sauntering out onto the large stage before them.

Kari felt her jaw drop slightly, her eyes growing wide and round.

That single individual standing upon the raised dais was none other than that guy she had met yesterday…Yamato Ishida, she believed his name was.

He was incredibly tall, though not enough to make her feel inferior or anything. Black denim shorts cinched his lean waist, a slightly baggy pale blue shirt with the sleeves ripped off thrown over on top. The word 'COUNSELOR' was written in bold black lettering on the front and his surname in the same situated on the back.

He wasn't big or small really…somewhat stocky with just enough muscle definition to attract some attention. A tousled mop of brilliant gold hair (that seemed to literally sparkle under the sunlight) topped his tall person, the tips curling faintly and falling rakishly over his eyes. And his eyes, rich sapphire blue depths that twinkled with some mischievous – and erotic.

The room echoed with flirtatious giggles as giddy anticipation waved over the crowd. Kari frowned a little as she understood why so many campers – female campers had opted for this activity.

"Well hello ladies," Yamato called warmly enough, giving a welcoming wave for further emphasize. He paused slightly, turning to the only other male in the room sitting in the front corner seat.

"And you too, Chad." The blonde ignored the other boy's disturbingly playful – too playful – smile in response.

"This is musical theory or in simpler words, a music class. I will be helping you each to further develop," He paused slightly, casting one of his winning grins.

"Or just help develop some sort of musical ability. There are no discriminations here! We can sing, play guitar or even a sitar – though we don't have that instrument in the storage room."

As he took a general glance over his perspective students, the golden-topped counselor felt his eyes stop onto a familiar face. That Kari girl was seated in the nearly empty back row, aside from her mauve-haired friend.

She listened attentively enough, though not as focused and fixated as the rest of the audience. The brunette laughed quietly at something her companion murmured, whispering something back before she turned her attentions back to the speaker.

Her vibrant rufescent eyes widened as she realized she had been under his scrutiny, that ever familiar pink haze tingeing her features. He grinned at that.

"Did you see that!?" Miyako exclaimed in an excited whisper, practically lunging onto the smaller girl.

"Yamato Ishida is looking at YOU!"

Kari swallowed heavily as her bunk-mate proceeded to grab her by the shoulders and shake her vehemently, rattling on how lucky she was. She only gave half an ear to her endless prattle, instead finding herself almost locked into his gaze.

He continued his introductory speech but kept his stare fixed firmly on her, even flashing a little oh-my-god-so-incredibly-sexy-dear-heavens-I-think-I-might-die smirk in between. Though if it was for her or the crowd, she wasn't really sure.

"…Kari? Kari? Hello?"

The brunette wrenched up with a start, taken from her reverie and finding herself seated in Catskill Camp's multi-purpose hall. She blinked, confused, as she turned her gaze onto the girl at her right who had dazed, bowled over expression on her face.

"Nice to see you again, Kari."

A hot blast of air kissed her bare neck, causing the seventeen-year-old to yelp in surprise. Luckily for her, the rest of her fellow campers were heavily immersed into their discussions and instruments to notice.

She turned about, a bit fretful and almost foreboding, and felt her innards quiver at the close proximity of her counselor. He stood directly behind her, crouched down onto his knees to talk at her level.

"Y-Yamato, it's good to see y-y-you again." She sputtered, her gaze falling a little as she found it too much to look at him this close.

Her nose crinkled a little as the scent of something delectably, deliciously, scrumptiously good tickled her nostrils. It was sweet, almost like cotton candy, but overlapped by this potent virile musk…it was just good, that's all she knew.

"So what instrument do you play? Or do you sing?" He inquired curiously, crossing his arms over the back of her chair and nestling his chin onto them. She flustered a bit, her face plummeting further down the color spectrum before she finally answered.

"I p-play a little guitar." She admitted softly, her cheeks turning a perfect red shade at his sudden shift of expression. He looked a little surprised, a little disbelieving.

She knew it! She sounded so stupid.

Yamato was more than surprised to discover the russet-haired vixen was actually musically inclined, and not in singing, as most of his camper-students tended to be. This garnered his interest, through and through.

"Well if that's the case, I can work one on one with you." He informed off-handedly, failing to note the terribly aghast look lurking in her eyes. He sighed a little, rising to his feet as he stretched the aching strain from his legs.

"I don't meet many girls who can even tell the difference between a guitar and a bass, let alone one that can play."

He glanced over his shoulder as he heard his attentions being called for. The nineteen-year-old blanched when he saw who it was, that questionable Chad fellow looking forcibly helpless with a banjo in his hands.

"I'll have to talk to you later," Yamato muttered almost bitterly, turning back to face the slight girl. He bent slightly, hand sweeping the floor in a mellow-dramatic departure.

"Duty calls."

And with that the camp counselor pulled back and grudgingly made his way toward the only other male in the room. Miyako, who had finally recovered from her mindless stupor, quickly turned back to the tiny brunette with an enthusiastic smile.

"I can't believe it! You and Yamato Ishida are gonna have a 'one on one'." Miyako purred conspiratorially, shaking her brow suggestively.

Had Kari heard or understood the crude insinuation, she would've died on the spot. But the guileless brunette only nodded, gulping as she allowed herself to stare after the golden-topped counselor.

He was busy trying to show one of the campers how to properly hold a banjo, though it was a losing battle. Yamato straightened a bit, looking rather frustrated, before he suddenly jerked about in the seventeen-year-old's direction.

His eyes widened slightly, as he found her stare intently angled in his direction, but quickly took the notion in stride. Ever-cool, the nineteen-year-old flashed her that smile and winked, before turning his attentions back to the musically impaired campers.

Kari sighed, cradling her head into the palm of her hands. It was going to be a very long day.

-:-

SugarSprial: Oh my, you're so sweet! :D I'm so glad I didn't over detail (as I often tend to do x.X) But thank you for the review, please review again!

The Digital Gate: xD No, I did not intend to make this a rated T, however I did fix it. I was deliriously tired after writing that chapter for three or four hours straight and well yeah. Thanks for your kind review, it really motivated me to continue.

Forever With Me: No worries my friend, this is not going to become a Taiora. This is and will primarily focus on YaKari (Yamato Ishida & Hikari Yagami) Sorry I didn't specify that in the first chapter! But thank you for the review and please, review again!

The lost-kitten: I initially thought the story concept might seem to highschoolmusically/bad Disney movie-ish. But, Im glad to see you like it! And no, it will not be a Taiora. I'm not sure as of yet who I am pairing our Taichi with, but we will see…

KoumiLoccness: No worries, Taiora ain't happenin in this one! But some Koumi/YaKari, indefinitely. And yes, it might get borderline lemony xD But that makes it a bit more fun, doesn't it?

I know the first two chapters have been relatively boring, however, the 3rd chapter will definitely be…exciting, to say the least. (;

Review! (Pretty please? I might just give you Yamato for a lovely one-nighter…and no, this is not prostitution or bribery o.o…sshhh.)