Disclaimer: I do not own UtaPri. I only own this plotline and some OCs.
It was still dark outside at five o'clock in the morning, but Shining Saotome stood in his office, staring out his window, lost in a deep train of thought. Classes began today, and this year they'd find out just how well the groups project would work. Would this idea have to be scrapped? NO! Nothing concocted by Shining Saotome ever got scrapped!
Suddenly the door to his office burst open and he turned quickly, startled. Must be getting old, being startled. I'm never startled, the man mused as he walked behind his desk.
A figure stormed into the room. His uniform was crisp and clean, the sleeves rolled up. Short spiky raven hair stood up on his head, the bangs held up by two silver barrettes. He was rather short and weak looking, but the fury in his ocean blue could not be mistaken, the aquamarine flecks glinting dangerously. He strode to Shining's desk and slammed a fist down on it.
"What the heck is the meaning of this?!"
"Excuse me?" Shining frowned. Did he know this student? He looked familiar, and yet he couldn't quite place him. Too many new students this year for his aging brain.
"You put me in the freaking boys dorm!" The person banged their other fist onto the desk, glaring daggers at the headmaster. "I got a dang boys uniform! I specified on my application, you stupid old man, I'm a girl!"
Shining blinked uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, such a mistake could not possibly be made."
The girl leaned forward, speaking in a dangerously low voice. "Pull out my application and I"ll prove it to you."
Shining sighed. This person was way too active for how early it was. "What's your name?" He hated feeling like the secretary. Where was Ringo when he needed him?
"Yamashiro Akahito," the girl said impatiently, and Shining turned to a filing cabinet, shuffling through it before pulling out her application.
"Let's see heeeeeeeerrrrrrrree…" He opened the file, and paled. "O-Oh… well, miss Yamashiro, we'll have this little… problem fixed right away." But the name was so masculine… and with the picture clipped into the file, nobody in their right mind would think that application was female.
"You better." Akahito whirled around angrily, "Before class."
"I'll send someone to your current room with a girl's uniform and a key for a room in the girls dorm." Shining spoke calmly, something he rarely did. This girl kind of made him fear for his life, just a little bit.
"Perfect. I'll see them soon." Turning her head to look at him, she gave him a look that said that he'd better get a move on with the changes.
"Missssssss Yamashiro," Shining's voice caught the girl's attention, and she turned, hand on hip.
His voice was cold, his odd accent drawling as he continued, "Do not think you can get away with that kind of attitude with me, missy. Next time you march in here so disrespectfully, I will not be as merciful." There, his attitude was all fixed. He wasn't scared of a skinny little kid. Pah.
The girl nodded stiffly, containing her rage. "Yes, sir."
Akahito stormed back to the boys dorms, trying to calm herself. Yeah, so maybe she didn't want to wear the super girly uniform, but for heaven's sake, the BOYS DORM?! There was no way that mistake could have been made, no way! ...Well, there was a way, obviously, but… grr, the thought of the idiocy that had already been displayed at this school was disappointing. Taking deep breaths, the girl calmed herself and let herself softly into the room where she'd wait to be taken to the girls dorm.
Her roommate, some brunet whose name she had already forgotten, was sound asleep, and she sat at the desk where she hadn't unpacked a thing, and curled her knees up to her chin, waiting silently for the staff member to arrive.
A soft knock on the door caught her attention several minutes later, and she opened it to find three scared and tired looking staff members, one handed her a folded uniform and a key that read 127. The other two silently entered the room, taking all her boxes and loading them on a dolly, despite the fact that there weren't very many. She nodded in a show of gratitude to them, then stalked off to the girls dorm.
As soon as she exited the building, a blue parakeet settled on her shoulder, and she glanced sidelong at her pet, Aoi. The two guys helping her move looked at each other uncomfortably, but they must have heard about her conniption fit, because neither spoke. They got the the room and Akahito dismissed them, sticking the key into the lock.
The light of the room was on, and a girl sat at one of the desks, braiding a long forest green ponytail. At the sound of the door she turned her head, eyes narrowed at the sight of the figure in the boys uniform. "How did you get into this room?" She asked, hostility lacing her tone.
The girl frowned, "There was a mix up. I'm a girl."
The other girl's amber eyes flicked up and down the newcomers body, but she said nothing and merely shrugged, turning back toward the desk. "Don't make much noise, I've rather been enjoying having a room to myself. And don't expect pajama parties and for me to paint your nails."
Akahito didn't like this girl. Where did she get off acting like she was so much better? The green haired girl had a practically flat chest herself, the little snob. Besides, Akahito didn't even like for her nails to be painted. "Fine." She monotoned, dragging her few belongings into the room and closing the door, changing into her new uniform as her roommate tied a dark red bow on the end of her braid.
Looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall, Akahito grimaced. Surely, there was not another girl in the entire school whose uniform looked so utterly awful on them. Perhaps she should have stuck with the boy's uniform, after all.
This was awful. She couldn't go to class like this! Kotori turned to the side, examining her reflection in the mirror. Her lean figure was perfect when she was dancing, but having girls give her their number was getting a little bit old. At least they'd know she was a girl by the uniform…
"Aww, you look darling, Tori-chan!" A figure materialized beside the girl in the mirror, grinning at her.
...Man. Kiki pulled the uniform off well. Her figure was very feminine, and the short skirt that was the bane of Tori's existence looked magnificent on her. It looked like a girl had decided to play dress-up with her brother, who had boyishly good looks, but didn't look good at all in his sister's clothes. Kotori felt even more shy as these thoughts ran through her head, and she felt her shoulders curl up self-consciously.
"Thanks, Kiki…" Tori frowned at her reflection, tugging at the cuffs of her pinstripe jacket. "You look amazing."
"I really like the uniform," Kiki giggled. "And you look so precious, doll, c'mon, we're gonna be late for class and I wanna show you off!" Kiki grabbed both of their bags in one hand and Tori's hand in the other, dragging her out of the room.
"H-Hey!" Kotori objected, stumbling along behind her roommate. "Are we even in the same class?"
Kiki slowed, handing Kotori her bag and tossing her incredibly long, loose braid over her shoulder with a smile. "We can at least go to the building together," she teased, "And you are so cute, I want everybody to get a good look at you!"
All the compliments were making Tori blush uncomfortably, but she felt a little better. Her roommate was obviously trying to make her relax and feel better about her appearance. Kiki's so nice, Tori thought, a small smile appearing on her face. Nobody was gonna mess with Kiki while she was around. As they walked through the hall of the main classroom building, a cluster of girls started whispering and pointing at Kiki. Tori glared at them nastily, straightening her shoulders and walking beside her roommate protectively. One of the girls caught her eye, and Tori frowned angrily, causing the girl to turn away and whisper urgently to her clique.
Tori felt accomplished. Nobody had the right to gossip about her roommate, who had been nothing but nice to everybody she met since arriving on campus. Kiki was Tori's first (and pretty much only) friend here, and she felt very protective.
Kiki didn't notice any of this, instead waving at various people they passed. Complimenting girls' hair, necklaces, and even boys' appearances. Kiki enjoyed helping people become more confident in themselves, because she believed everyone was beautiful, and they needed to know it.
"Hey, Kiki, A Class's homeroom is here, and that's where I am." Tori said to her roommate, who grinned.
"Lead the way, classmate darling."
Kotori couldn't help but smile. Kiki was in her class. She wouldn't be entirely alone. Walking through the open doorway, the pair found two desks together, and Kiki sat in the one in front, Kotori one row back. So close to the front of the room… she felt nervous.
Several students were already there, forming small circles and talking. Kotori fidgeted, watching Kiki turn and talk to the boy in the desk beside her.
Someone slid into the desk behind her, and Kotori turned, curious to see who it was. Her olive green eyes widened at the sight of Maria, sulking at the desk. When she saw Kotori turn she narrowed her eyes. "What're you looking at?"
Kotori blinked. "U-uh, nothing."
"Bet you thought someone as fabulous as me would be in S Class, huh?" Maria questioned angrily, her chestnut ponytail swishing. Kotori admired the red and blue streaks in her hair as she shook her head.
"No."
"How rude." Maria sighed, cupping her chin in her hand and looking away, disinterested. "And stop staring at me."
Kotori obliged quickly, whipping her head toward the blackboard. Well. She was not making friends with Maria anytime soon.
"Hellloooooo, Class A!" A booming announcement came from the doorway, and the students all turned to see a girl standing there, a cheek grin on her face. "I hope you're ready for a greaaaaat year!"
A few people clapped, but for the most part the students went back to their activities, not impressed. Tamako sighed, deflated. She'd been working on that all morning… it was a pathetic attempt to make her feel better about her 14 year old roommate being in S Class. She 17 and she worked hard, but Eko was in the superior class and it bummed her out. D-didn't matter, though! She would surpass everyone in S Class in no time!
"You're blocking the doorway." Tamako turned, startled, and smiled apologetically at the tall blond looking coldly at her.
"A-ah, sorry 'bout that!" She stepped aside sheepishly and the boy swept into the classroom silently, ignoring her.
"Don't worry about him, he's nice, I swear!" A redhead said to Tamako, a friendly smile settled on his features. "That's my twin brother, y'know. He seems horrible, I know, but he's great and-"
"Takuya."
The boy's head snapped into the classroom at the sound of his name. Katsuo stared coldly at the girl just inside the doorway, waiting for his brother. Tamako shrunk back, uncomfortable.
"Oops, I gotta go! Catch ya later!" Takuya grinned at Tamako before hurrying over to his brother.
Tamako sighed and plopped down into a seat toward the back of the room. When was the teacher getting there? She could still feel the blond's unfriendly eyes on her occasionally, and it bugged her. Please let him get there soon. Or her. Or whoever the heck was teaching the class, just let them come swiftly.
As if on cue, clapping was heard at the back of the room. "Everyone, please sit down, we have a lot of work to do today!"
Wait, wasn't the teacher supposed to be at the front of the room?! Heads whipped around to catch a glimpse of the teacher, who strode through the center of the room, between desks, and faced them from the front with a smile.
No. Way. Whispers buzzed through the classroom as the teacher stood patiently, smiling. Kotobuki Reiji was standing there, in the front of the classroom, looking happy as can be.
"Now, if everyone could get over their shock, we can move on with class." Kotobuki grinned, and giggles erupted through the room. "Good good."
He introduced himself, and went over the introduction to the school, the classes the different majors would be attending, the graduation, the usual spiel. With the final addition of the explanation of idol groups, the famous member of QUARTET NIGHT was nearing the end of the class period.
Suddenly his voice took on a very serious tone as he surveyed the room. "Now, it's time to inform you of the most important rule here at Saotome Academy." Students leaned forward, and a hush fell over the room. Kotobuki still had a friendly smile on his face as he spoke, but the air got heavy. "The number-one rule here at the school is... no falling in love."
Whispers rippled through the room. No falling in love? What was the big deal with that?
"It may sound silly, but trust me, it's very important, and there are dire consequences for whoever breaks the rule." The ominous mood suddenly lifted as Kotobuki clapped with a smile. "But I'm sure none of you will get in trouble! You all look like a very promising group!"
Students fidgeted restlessly in Class S as the last class of the day neared its end, and their teacher smiled at their nervous energy.
Jinguji Ren leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. "Now, we have just one more order of business today, then you all can go. I have an assignment."
Grumbles were heard from several displeased students. Ren smiled, "I know, big assignment on the first day, it's a bummer. But, you've got one, and it goes something like this. Listen closely, and take notes, else you forget your role." He turned to the blackboard and picked up chalk, writing as he talked.
"This assignment will be done in teams of three, a Composer, a Dancer, and an Idol major. You have three weeks to write a song, the choreography, and the lyrics. The dancer will choreograph, the composer compose, and the idol write the lyrics. Now, at the end of three weeks, you will present your project in the studio, it will be recorded and filmed like a music video. Both the idol and the dancer will sing and dance, so don't forget, you're writing a duet." Finishing the last of his writing with a flourish, the teacher turned back to face his class. "These are the teams, randomly selected. Write down the names of your teammates and make sure to meet them. I'd suggest you get a meeting set up this evening, but of course, you are free to do this however you wish."
A bell sounded through the building as Ren called over the din, "Class dismissed, but don't forget to find your teammates!" And relieved students began to pack up their things.
Kagawa Tsukiyo double-checked the board, making sure she'd written her team correctly. Composer, Kagawa Tsukiyo. Dancer, Mizushima Kiyoshi. Idol, Ikeda Kyuso. She nodded, satisfied. It was rather ironic that her childhood friend, Kyuso, would be on her randomly selected team, but she shrugged it off. Ah well. Tucking her notebook into her bag, she stood and slung her bag over her shoulder, wincing as it caught some of her tawny brown hair. Tugging the locks out gently, she exited the classroom, weaving through the crowd of students. She'd seen Mizushima leave class, but had no idea where he'd gone. His room? The library?
She wandered aimlessly down the hall, and didn't notice when someone fell into step beside her.
"Yo." The voice startled her out of her thoughts, and she jumped, looking over to see a pair of dark blue eyes staring right at her.
"Yeesh, Kyuso, you scared me." She sighed, shaking her head. "Have you seen Mizushima?"
"Dude with the big black ponytail?" Kyuso shook his head. "Haven't."
Tsukiyo let out a 'hm', biting her lip. "We need to meet about the project." She said authoritatively. "I'm going to find Mizushima, and we'll meet in the library at eight. You better show up."
Kyuso's eye twitched, "I will."
"That's what you said at the cultural festival meeting our first year of middle school." Tsukiyo reminded him. "I'm not being mean, I'm simply stating that your track record isn't doing you any favors."
"I'll be there, geez." Kyuso gritted his teeth. "I gotta bounce. Later."
"M-hm." Tsukiyo watched him go, shaking her head. He better not be late.
Matsushita Mikazuki set her bag down on her desk with a sigh. The first day of classes was exhausting, and being in Class S was a lot of pressure. Already, tunes were floating through her head for the project, and she just hoped that everything would go smoothly. Don't worry about it, Zu. She told herself, flopping onto her bed.
Her teammates seemed nice, anyway. Or, well, one teammate was nice. The other one was incredibly talented. Morimura Izumi's skill at dancing astounded the fifteen year old girl, and when she asked for a sampling to help her compose, the girl agreed coldly, but Zu was entranced the entire time, mouth hanging slightly open in awe. And Eko, when she sang, was so advanced, Zu couldn't help but feel a weight settle on her shoulders. She was responsible for creating a piece of music for the two geniuses, and the thought filled her with terror and bliss at the same time. They were going to make magic together, she was sure of it.
She reached up and began to pull pins out of her waist-length brown hair, the three flowers that made her half-up 'do losing their shape one by one. She hummed softly to herself, sitting up and fluffing out her hair. Aaah. Her hair felt so free and happy.
The door opened, and Zu looked over, smiling. "Ah, hi, Haruna."
Fubuki Haruna smiled as she closed the door behind her, striking electric-blue eyes sparkling. "Hello, Zu!" She greeted happily, setting her bag on her desk. "Is Zu going to bed already?"
"Oh, no." Zu shook her head, "Just resting before I start on homework."
"Oh." The girl brushed sky-blue bangs out of her eyes. Her hair was cut in a feathery bob along her jawline, highlighted in light pink, green, and lavender. "Haruna is also going to work on homework. She hopes Zu doesn't mind."
"No, I don't mind." Zu smiled gently at the sixteen year old. She had been rather surprised when she found out that her roommate spoke in the third-person, and it confused her for a while. Once she got the hang of it, though, it was easy enough to understand. She couldn't help but wonder what would motivate a girl to do that. She was a sweet girl, quirky, innocent, and very childish. You wouldn't think it, looking at the slender, curvy, leggy teenager, but she acted like a ten year old. Zu thought that Haruna must have met with some kind of drama in her past, because people don't do things like talk in the third-person for no reason. Grimly she thought of her mother, in the psychiatric hospital, and absentmindedly traced the scar on her face, from the top of her nose to her left cheek. Shaking her head, she brushed the thoughts away. Homework.
She moved to her desk, unzipping her bag and lugging out books. A voice on the other side of the room asked sweetly, "Can Haruna play music on her headphones?"
"Go right ahead, Haruna. That won't bother me," Zu replied. "Hey, you're a fan of HEAVENS, right?"
"Oh yes!" Haruna turned from pulling out her MP3 player, her eyes sparkling. "HEAVENS music gives Haruna goosebumps. She loves it!"
Zu giggled, "That's great!" She opened her composition notebook, asking her roommate hesitantly, "Hey, what do you think makes a good melody?"
Haruna pondered. "Well, Takuya says that a melody should be something memorable that sticks in people's heads. He seems to be a very good composer," the girl said, sharpening a pencil. "But Katsuo says that a good melody is something that can easily have lyrics written for it. He's very smart, smarter than Haruna," she admitted, blushing slightly. "But Haruna thinks that, if a composer just writes the song that their heart is singing, that will make a good melody, yes?"
Zu wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor, her heart swelled so much after hearing Haruna speak. Her voice was so utterly innocent, it felt like asking your five year old little sister for advice. She smiled, gratitude filling her and her confidence rising again. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Haruna."
Haruna smiled sweetly, "Zu is very welcome. Although Katsuo would say that was a stupid answer," she said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.
"Pfft, who cares?" Zu waved a hand. "Who is Katsuo? Is he your teammate?"
"Yes, he and his twin Takuya are Haruna's teammates." The older girl nodded like the fact was very important. "They are very good teammates. They are good to Haruna. Although Takuya is very nice, Katsuo can be harsh with Haruna, but he means well. His singing said so." She nodded. "Haruna is excited for the song that Takuya will write."
"I'm sure it'll be amazing," Zu agreed, and with a lopsided grin, Haruna put her headphones on and turned to her desk. Zu gripped her pencil tightly. She was in Class S. She wouldn't lose to her roommate, or the composer on her roommate's team. She would write the best song for Izumi and Eko, no matter what.
"And this meeting shall now come to order!" Chii-chan clapped her hands, blonde bangs covering her left eye as usual. "We should have met yesterday, so sorry! But Midori-kun was nowhere to be found, and he won't let me give him a nickname." The thirteen year old dance major pouted, eyeing the boy sulkily.
Jojima Midori pushed his thick-rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his nose, dark pink eyes blinking quickly at Chii. "What does that last thing have to do with the other?" He inquired, his voice soft and gentle. Midori's pale green hair was rather shaggy, hanging around the nape of his neck, but the front was pulled back into a half-ponytail. He was very slight, and short, even for a fourteen year old boy. His features were rather feminine, and his skin very pale.
"Because I wanna give you a nickname, that's why." Chii sulked. "Hana-chan let me give her a nickname."
"You just added an honorific, which you did to my name, too." Midori pointed out, his soft voice never increasing in volume and his tone staying even.
"But she gave me permission. I just did what I wanted with yours." Chii said cheekily, batting her eyelashes at the boy in mock-innocence.
"That's fine, Chii-chan. But we should get started, since we're a day later than most students with our first meeting." Chii was starting to think the boy always had that even tone to his voice, soft-spoken and gentle. Could any one person possibly be this nice?! He even called her Chii-chan. Of course, she wouldn't stop pestering him until he did, but it made her happy.
"Well said, Midori." Yuki Hana said with a nod. Her lilac hair was straight save for small curls at the ends, which brushed her waist gracefully. Her voice was calm and graceful, and Chii was starting to feel rather out of place with all her energy. Her two teammates were only a year older than her, yet she felt like they were already all grown-up, and left her feeling self-conscious and small.
"O-okay, then let's get going!" But, no matter how much she tried to sound calm and even-keeled like her teammates, her boundless energy leaked betrayingly into her voice. She couldn't help it, she was excited. "Midori-kun, as the composer, your part will have to come first! Anythin' we can help ya with to make your load lighter?"
Midori nodded, opening a notebook. "I'd like you both to sing for me, please."
"E-eh?!" Chii felt her face heat up. "Just like that? Right now?"
"Yeah." Midori nodded. "I'll need a sample of your dancing too, Chii-chan."
Nervous, the girl nodded. Hana smiled at her, "No need to worry, Chii-chan. He's just trying to know what to write. And it's just us out here by the lake, so there's nothing to be nervous about."
"Right, of course!" Chii nodded.
"Would you like to go first?" Hana offered kindly, an understanding look in her mint green eyes.
"Well I won't want to go after I hear you sing, ahaha…" Chii admitted, fidgeting.
"Alright, we'll start with your vocals, Chii-chan. Just sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Midori waited, pencil poised over paper to take notes, his eyes closed.
Chii-chan cleared her throat, beginning the well-known children's song. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star…"
Midori listened the entire time, taking no notes, his eyes closed. As soon as the girl finished, he scribbled notes in his book. She had a young voice. Sweet, vulnerable. A slightly higher register, judging by the location of her passaggio. She was young and hadn't learned how to transition terribly well between her chest and head voice, so the former tried to be powerful, while the latter was airy and sweet. Hopefully she'd learn how to transition better, although it made it easy to hear where her passaggio was, so that at least was helpful.
Looking up from his notes, Midori said, "Do you have a small bit of choreography we could see?"
Chii nodded, sections of her long blonde hair falling in front of her shoulders. "Can I take my shoes off, though?" She asked, giggling.
"Whatever you need."
Reaching down to remove her shoe, Chii lifted her foot up to take it off and promptly lost her balance. "Eeek!" She crashed to the ground, giggling sheepishly. "A-ah, sorry!" Tossing off her shoes, she stood.
"Um, lessee… I have my music player here, I'll just find the music real quick, and… here we go." Light dance music started up, and she danced for about ninety seconds, Midori's eyes never once leaving her figure.
Her movements weren't measured or calculated like a professional, but they were heartfelt and innocent, and she had good form. The choreography itself was quite good, and Chii executed it well. Light and airy, with some obvious jazz dance influence.
Midori nodded, satisfied, as Chii sat down, and Hana clapped.
"That was really good, Chii-chan." She smiled encouragingly.
"Thanks, Hana-chan~" Chii grinned. "I'm looking forward to hearing you sing!"
"Which I am ready for, by the way." Midori said, looking at Hana expectantly.
"Right. Twinkle Twinkle?" Hana asked as she stood up, the very picture of calm and assured.
"If you would."
The girl took a deep breath as Midori closed his eyes, and slowly launched into the song, singing it considerably slower than her teammate had.
Midori raised an eyebrow. Her voice was… haunting. Like wind whistling across a frozen lake in the dead of winter, her voice was cold, the tone clear. No vibrato, so that was good. She was too young to have developed one naturally, anyway, and a manufactured vibrato was bad news. There was a hint of loneliness to her icy tone, but it wasn't a heartless sound. Rather, it was vulnerable. Sad. He could hear how the two girls' voices would mix well in his head, Hana's control of her registers countering Chii's inexperience. She could hold an upper harmony, and both of them would benefit from a higher melody line. But their genres were so different… it was going to be challenging to write them a good song that would be good for choreography.
When Hana finished, Midori once again hurried to pencil in his notes, and Chii stared at the girl, awed.
"Is there something on my face?" Hana asked her.
"N-No! You're just… wow!" The prideful Hana smiled, pleased, until Chii leapt off the blanket in the grass and tackled her to the ground.
"Ack! C-Chii, get off of me!" Hana spoke hurriedly, surprised and embarrassed. Chii squeezed the girl for a new more seconds while Midori watched in dread. Please let that never happen to me…
"You're so amazing! How'd I end up with two of what must be the best students in the school on my team?!" Chii sat up, releasing a relieved Hana. "It's crazy!"
"Well, I'm not a good test taker…" Midori admitted, much to Chii's surprise. "I didn't do too well on the entrance exam…"
"I'm not sure why I'm in Class A, to be perfectly honest." Hana shrugged, "But I guess they know what they're doing."
Chii's visible eye sparkled, the pink flecks dancing in the purple as she continued to stare at Hana. The girl shifted, slightly uncomfortable under the adoring gaze, but just decided to ignore the girl, instead turning to Midori. "Got what you need?"
The boy nodded. "I should have something in a few days." He said, standing. "I'm gonna get to work."
"Good luck~" Chii called after him. He raised a hand in acknowledgement, walking toward the back of the school property. "Wait… that's not the way to the dorms. Does he know that's not the way to the dorms?!" Chii panicked wildly, turning to Hana. "Does he?!"
"I'm sure he knows where he's going," Hana assured her warily, not wanting to get attacked by a worried, sobbing Chii. "He just seems like that kind of guy."
"Hm, I guess." To the other girl's relief, Chii seemed satisfied with that answer and pulled her shoes back on, standing. "In that case, catch you later, Hana-chan!"
"Bye," Hana said kindly, waving at the girl, who sprinted off, not even getting twenty feet away before stumbling over something and falling right on her face. Hana winced, but the girl stood up, turned, and gave her a thumbs-up. Hana shook her head as the girl ran off again. How did she get off with being such a good dancer when she couldn't seem to stay on her feet?
Hey guys!
So, here's the next chapter. I'm not going to have every OC in every chapter, for obvious reasons, but I will try to balance things so all OCs get moments to shine. Because they're all so beautifullll, and I love them and they're seriously precious and thank you all for submitting your lovely, wonderful OCs to my story! I promise to take good, good care of them. ...While possibly torturing them a little in the process. XP I'm pondering putting up a poll each chapter with some OCs, and letting people vote for a few days on who the next chapter (or two per chapter) should focus on. Please let me know what ya think of the idea~ :)
So, another order of business, I realized that I don't have any kind of name up on my profile or anything for people to call me, ahaha... but you can call me whatever you like, however, Koko is what I came up with from my username, so, do with that what you will. :)
AND! If I didn't ask you, please let me know whether or not your OC can read sheet music. That's very important, and I apologize for not putting it on the form.
OC disclaimer! I do not own the following OCs, however, I have received permission to use them:
Yamashiro Akahito, she belongs to Kunrad.
Matsushita Mikazuki "Zu", she belongs to Alice of Human Sacrifice.
Yuki Hana, she belongs to xXHana-ChiXx.
Jojima Midori and Fubuki Haruna belong to me.
I think that's all the new OCs this chapter! There are even more OCs, one by my twin sister and a few by me, that I have and have not debuted in the story yet, but it's alright, because at least my own OCs were created to fill gaps, and most of them won't be terribly significant. :) ALSO, because I adore OCs and would hate for anybody to miss out on a chance if they want to, submissions are STILL OPEN! I am still accepting OCs. :D
Also, to the guest reviewer "MeOnlineXD": Thank you so much for the sweet review, and that rooming chart was so awesome! Thank you so much, you rule! :D
So, if you enjoyed the chapter, please review with your thoughts! As always, constructive criticism is welcome, and I love you all! Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked the chapter! :D
