♫♪♫ Mr. Urameshi actually let me take a quick break before class started so I could take that whiz I needed. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all... I shook the though off as I zipped my pants, hearing someone enter. A fiery-red puff of hair could be seen as a boy ran into the room to relieve himself.
I silently laughed to myself, stretching out a hand and swatting at one of the braids hanging from the boy's head. "Hey Lea, who'd you get this year?"
The red head looked up, his teal eyes staring at me as if he hadn't noticed me. He blinked away his confusion and gave a distressed look. "I got the Gwenster." His voice was light and his lip turned in a downwards curve.
"Ouch," I muttered. The Gwenster was possibly the worst teacher to get. She has a horrible temper and just an all around poo-head. I stared at Lea's hair, taking in the new attributes. Last year he had let it just hang in its naturally spiky form, but this year was different. Most of it was still its naturally gravity defying self, but the bottom half was split into two parts. Both were braided with a little poof at the end. Bangs hung out to the side of his head and were held in place by his goggles. Many girls would probably join his fan club this year...
We talked for a few minutes, both figuring that the classes on first day weren't that important anyway. As we washed our hands, Lea splashing water around the sink to make a mess, I looked at my hair through the mirror. A raven color, it was shaved on the sides and had a Mohawk maybe two and half inches wide going down the middle of my head. Of course, my hair made my sea-blue eyes just stick out more.
Walking out of the bathroom, Lea went one way and I went the other. Of course, we had been in the bathroom for half an hour, so Mr. Urameshi gave me a stern look as a took my seat next to Zuka. "I believe your exact words were 'I have to take a wiz' Mr. Tryton. I didn't think whizzing took that thirty minutes."
I blushed as the class laughed, slouching in my seat to try and avoid their gazes. I hated being pointed out in class this early. I liked to make a slow start, then be the class clown. Not to mention this wasn't being laughed with, it was more of a laughing at.
Other then that instance though, school went by pretty fast. Well, for school anyway. Zuka and I met up and headed off campus to wait at Lea's house. Twisting the padlock to unlock it, I pulled the garage door open with Zuka's help so we could get an early start on practice.
Ienzo and his messy light blue hair showed up not too much later. Letting out a yawn, he threw his bag on the ground and picked up his bass. Rubbing his eye with his second knuckle sleepily, he looked at us through his thick rimmed glasses and asked what songs were going to perform for the homecoming next month. I shrugged and Zuka laughed, "Knowing Lea he's probably getting a list from his fan girls right now. Just watch, one of them is going to demand a duet with him and a girl then throw herself out there to sing with him." We all laughed, even the half conscious Ienzo who almost fell off his stool.
♫♪♫ About twenty games of poker and a nap later, I was broke and Lea showed up with a bag of bento boxes and some cups of steaming ramen, then a few meat buns on the side. Setting up all this on the table in the back of the garage, we all chimed an "Itedakimasu!" and broke our chopsticks, chowing down.
"So Lea," Zuka started through a mouthful of tempura, "What songs have the fan girls put together for this gig?"
Lea gave Zuka a look, but produced a list from his pocket. "The number one asked for is Dance, Dance by that American band you always listen to. But another popular one is Regret from Gazette."
Everyone's eyes widened and I think I almost choked. We get to play a song by Gazette?! Woah. I didn't think the fan girls believed us that good!
Zuka took a sip from her bowl of ramen to shake her out of her trance. She loved the first song, but didn't think that they would be asking for Japanese hits. She picked up some noodles from her bowl and watched the water drip from them as if it were the secret to the universe. Yeah, her train of thought often switched tracks in the middle of going from point a to point b. Something about that made her so enchanting...
"What other songs do we have to learn?" Ienzo asked before taking a bite of his meat bun. He ran his finger down the list of songs, giving a different expression for each one. Well, as much of a different expression as he could give. It usually was a decameter change in eyebrow position or curl of his lip. He had taken a long nap, but was still a little on the sleepy side.
"Well gang," I said, sounding much like a much loved Scooby Doo character, "I think we better get crackin' on this."
