Chapter 3: She is the Music in Him

"Good Morning Ma'am, how can I help you?"

"My daughter here wants an instrument. Can you help her choose one?"
"Yes Ma'am, this way please."

The young woman led the lady and her daughter to the part of the store where the instruments are. She kneeled down to level with the young girl's height.

Smiling, she asked her. "Well, what do we have here? We have a violin, a cello, a viola, a piano, a trumpet, a flute, and a clarinet! What do you want, young lady?"

The girl scratched her head in confusion. "Which one makes the best sound, Miss Pretty?"

She laughed at the compliment of the child. "What a nice manner you have in there," she said while patting the girl's head, "but you must know that the instruments are like people too. First, you must make friends with them. That means you must learn how to take good care of these instruments. Then, you can learn how to play them. Not literally playing, but it must be connected to this," she pointed at the left side of the girl's chest referring to her heart, "and not only with this." She pointed at her forehead.

"Nee-chan, what instrument do you play?"

"As a child, I'm not really into instruments. But since I'm an owner of a music related store, I decided to learn the violin. Could you imagine the owner of a music store doesn't know how to play even a single instrument?" She chuckled.

"If I ever chose that violin, would you teach me?"

"Yumie-chan, you've bothered this beautiful lady enough. It's too much to ask her, Yumie."

The lady with brownish hair and blue eyes scolded her daughter more for asking Ka-I mean Ayumu Kurosawa, (sorry, I'm not use to her new name) so the three of them didn't notice a new customer came in.

"Don't worry kid. Being a beautiful fine lady she was, she'll definitely teach you, little Miss."

Three heads came to turn in the direction where the voice was coming from. They saw a tall lad smirking, and who to expect? Our very own azure-haired man, also known as Mister Silly, Kenichi Asakura. His presence seemed to piss Kurosawa more than ever.

"What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to buy something I need."

"And what is that thing, may I ask?" Her irritation level is rising higher than the usual.

"CD's, Miss. And please, keep your temper." He leaned closer to her face. "Being a hot-tempered saleslady is bad for your shop."

"I can do everything I want with this store. It's mine!" She drew her face away from his, but he took a hold of her.

"Well, it's your decision, Miss Kurosawa. Besides, you're prettier when you're angry." He smirked.

She almost slapped him but she missed his cheek. "Sorry, but this ain't the CD section. At least buy contact lenses, silly."

"My, my. You care for my eye sight? How sweet."

He reached for his ear and whispered, "Or you just want me to see 'those' clearly."

She felt blood rushing to her cheeks. Her face showed a light tint of pink resulting a chuckle from him. 'She surely remembers what happened that night.'

"As much as I hate to disturb lovebirds, but pretty nee-chan, please teach me." The young girl used the not so famous puppy eyes of hers and bowed to both Kenichi and Ayumu.

Ayumu was about to say yes when Kenichi interrupted. "Woah, woah, woah! Stop! Hang in there, kid! You call this human pretty? She's not even—"

Death glare strikes him.

"Even… Compared to a human because she's a goddess! Very, very beautiful woman indeed! Right kid? High five!"

Now it's her turn to interrupt his silliness. "Okay, Yumie-chan. I'll teach you."

The young girl almost jumped in joy while her mother thanked Kurosawa.

"We'll buy this violin. Thanks again, Miss Kurosawa. Don't worry with the salary. I'll pay you."

"No problem. Thank you for visiting Kimi ni Todoke, come back again!"

"Here's our address."

"I'll be there tomorrow morning."

Before leaving the store, the young girl left a kiss on Kurosawa's right cheek.

"Bye Miss Pretty! And don't forget your blue-head boyfriend with you!"

Her eyes widened. Boyfriend? I never thought of him as that. As if I care for him. She just waved her hand and went back to her shop. Seems odd, huh? That guy left already? She tilted her head to every corner of the store but still no sign of him. Seeing this, she slumped back into her chair and continued to eat her cake.

"Miss me already?"

Slap. I hit the jackpot!

"Ouch! What was that?"

"A slap."

"Obviously. I mean, what was that for?"

"For you, being a mushroom. You just appeared from nowhere! And of all the places here on Earth, for hell's sake, in my store! What exactly are you?"

He studied her face, her eyes, her nose, her lips, and down to her neck. Before his stare (haha, yeah, stare not gaze. he's Len!) reach her chest, she immediately covered 'them' with her hands, self-conscious. He laughed at her reaction.

Slap! Strike Two!

"Why did you do that? That has absolutely no reason!"

"Nah, just for my entertainment." He really thought I would be conscious around him. Nah. Too self-centered.

"For your what?"

"Just kidding."

She swallowed a bite of her cake. "I just want your cheeks to get the same tint of red. Or pink. Or whatever color it gets from my slap."

He touched his cheeks, and suddenly, thought of an idea for his revenge.

Right, there and then, her heart missed three heartbeats.

But on his side, kissing her never fails to steal his breath.

….

Slap! Too bad, his cheeks didn't turn out to be colored violet, she thought.

"Aw!"

"That's for stealing and wasting my first kiss! Pervert! I never thought my first kiss would be stolen and of all the people available, it was you! Why did you do that?" she said, enraged.

"I just thought your lips would be jealous since both of your cheeks got a kiss from me last time we met."

.:end:.

Amou: Is it just me… Or I really look like that woman in your story?

Me: Me don't know.

Len: Fix your grammar, please.

Ryo: Woah! The Ice Cube actually said a kind word to a stranger!

Me: That's because he's in favor in this chapter.

Kahoko: *blushes* I'd never thought… he would be my first kiss…

Len: I—

Ryo: What's so new, Kaho? That pervert always fantasizes about you.

Len: *blushes* what?

Me: REVIEWS are okay. Thanks for reading my weirdness. :)