Title; Deception Is A Virtue
Repertoire; 02 Little Drummer Boy
Authoress; Chrome Hearts
Fandom; My Candy Love
Main Focus; Castiel x Candy
Rating; K+
A/N: Anonymous reviews time! Yay!
WhenTwoTearsFall; I'm pretty sure you've read my mind. There will be a gay joke. Or two. Or twelve. Don't worry~
I'm glad you enjoy this one more – I didn't really put that much effort into the other one, heh. And, to be honest – I have no idea where this one is headed… But it should be fun, nonetheless.
I know its clichéd – everyone has done it before (and I got the idea at the same time as like, four other fics… at three o'clock in the morning TT_TT ). Originality – I clearly have it. Hahaha. :P
I'll try and make it a little different though~ Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer; All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Onwards~ ~Deception Is A Virtue~
Inhaling quickly, she pushed the classroom door open and looked inside. There were around about a dozen students in the class, scattered on various tables, and to Morgan's relief – none looked up at her as she entered the classroom, or even acknowledged her presence for that matter.
The teacher, however, was a different matter.
"Ah," he smiled, his eyes moving to the door. "You must be Morgan. We've been waiting for you. Take a seat please young man."
Morgan flinched at the latter half of the teachers sentence, but shrugged all the same and made her way through the rows of desks to an empty table at the back of the classroom.
Unpacking her folder and pencil case, Morgan settled into the hard plastic chair, placing her drumsticks on the table next to her.
Morgan's eyes darted around the classroom as she waited for the teacher to write up the days lesson on the whiteboard.
Castiel? Who could Castiel be? Nathaniel wasn't much of a help.
"Let's see," Morgan murmured quietly. "Brunette, brunette, red head, blond…"
Her eyes fell upon a particularly grouchy looking boy with green hair.
Yep, she decided. That had to be Castiel. Making a mental note to avoid any eye contact with him, she turned her gaze to the front of the room and started writing down what had been written on the board.
After a few minutes, the teacher fished around in the filing cabinet that stood aside his desk, pulling out a small pile of crisp, white sheets of paper.
"Alright boys," he said smiling at his students. "We're going to experiment today. We have the sheet music to the same song for several instruments. You're going to collect each one and see how well you can play it on each instrument. Capiche? Now, come up here and get your sheet music."
Getting quietly to her feet, Morgan wove her way in between the small clusters of tables towards the front of the class, coming to a halt at the end of the small line that had formed, breathing a sigh of relief as her eyes locked on the cranky green haired boy several people away.
Castiel couldn't possibly bother her from there.
Reaching the front of the line at last, Morgan stretched out her hand to gather her sheet music when a hand darted in front of hers and snatched the paper, the owner taking extra care to knock her arm out the way with his own.
Morgan sighed and turned to face a red haired boy, annoyed.
"That was mine," she hissed and he shrugged.
"It's mine, now," he said, a small grin spreading across his face. "Now move it."
Pushing past her and collecting the rest of his sheet music, the red head returned to his seat.
Morgan rolled her eyes – did every person in this class have issues?
~Deception Is A Virtue~
Twirling her drumsticks around in her fingertips, Morgan took a seat in front of the all-too-familiar drum kit, her eyes glancing over the sheet music she had been given.
"Kick drum… Ride Cymbal… Ride Cymbal… Snare Drum… Mid Tom"
She heard a small chuckle and looked up, her dark brown eyes locking with ones of a deep grey.
The red haired boy smiled sarcastically at her.
"So Shortstack knows his way around a drum kit, does he?"
Morgan ignored him, tapping on the bass drum lightly with the tip of her drumsticks, her eyes turning back to the sheet music.
A small rumble echoed from inside his throat and he snorted.
"Please, it can't possibly be that hard."
At this, Morgan looked up.
"Oh yeah?" she shot, "and what do you play? The Bass?"
The red haired boy's lips pressed together in a thin, narrow line and Morgan knew she was right.
A small smile spread across her face. "It doesn't take a genius to be able to pluck four strings and occasionally move their hand."
His eyebrows twitched in agitation. "Smart guy, huh?" he growled and, with a light push on the shoulder, Morgan had fallen out of her seat.
Picking up her drumsticks, the red head began to tap the bass drum and cymbal in a fast, but highly repetitive manner.
"Your job is easier than mine," he said, bored, stopping and letting the drumsticks fall to the ground.
Morgan grinned. "Oh really?" she challenged. "Blast Beat. Go on, do it."
The boy's face scrunched up slightly in confusion.
He knew what a Blast Beat was, of course. But how this shrimp of a kid knew what it was – and seemed confident enough to do it himself. That was what put him off.
"Castiel," the green haired boy called from across the class and the red head looked up.
"What?"
"Leave Shortround alone and come over here."
Morgan drew in a deep breath as Castiel got to his feet and made his way across the class.
He hadn't taken more than three steps away before he turned back to Morgan, his eyes narrowed.
"Just be sure to keep out of my way little drummer boy."
Morgan picked herself up off the ground and climbed back into her seat in front of the drum kit, peering at Castiel as he talked to the green haired boy through her Cymbals.
She shook her head, her short black hair falling into her eyes.
Well, at least she knew who to look out for this time…
~Deception Is A Virtue~ A/N: Whoo, Indiana Jones reference. This took slightly longer than I intended to write… A crazy little thing called Life seems to want to get in the way of everything. Tch.
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