A/N: Well... I'm... er... back? haha... yeah sorry about the really long delay on this... I don't really have an excuse as to why I didn't update any of my stories fast, but I promise I'll try and update regularly from this point on, because I'm finally on my holiday! XD
Thank you for those who waited for the next chapter, and thank you to those who supported a lazy-butt writer, also known as me. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and not to worry! More shall me coming your way X) Thank you again!


Kanau hazu nai ano hi no yume ga
Imada ni mune no naka matataku kara
Itsu datte toki wa saisho made modoreru
Akiramenaide
Oikake tsuzukete
Koko ni aru ikutsumo no kiseki to
Merodii to kotoba no kakera nigirishime
Issai koukai nante shitaku nai
Kotae wo mitsuke daseru made
Furimukanai mama itai yo

The crowd cheered their lungs out while the members that performed had their eyes glued on Ryoma. They looked at Ryoma with questioning eyes, eyebrows raised, all of them completely tuning out their audience. That is, except for Atobe. He was waving his royal hand while rose petals seemed to be appearing out of nowhere.

"What a wonderful performance! And to think these kids are in High School!" Their teacher jumped up on stage and cheered along with the crowd but soon faced her students. "Now, lets interview whoever wrote the song!" Ryoma swallowed hard and panned the stage, looking for an exit, which he unfortunately was unable to find.

"Yes?" Atobe, who sensed Ryoma's discomfort, decided to step forward and take the question for him. The others on stage had the unfortunate event of their jaw dropping in unison. In addition to the jaw dropping, Ryoma's eyes widened; surprised that Atobe was ever this… Considerate.

"A… Atobe? You wrote this?" Even their homeroom teacher looked stunned. She was so shocked, that she forgot that they even had an audience at the moment.

"Why are you so surprised sensei? Ore-sama just had a sudden inspiration." Keigo smugly announced, doing a hair flip at the same time.

"Atobe! What are you saying? Didn't Ochibi wriiii- ow! Waaahh! Oishi, Atobe punched me!" Before Eiji could say something stupid, Atobe swiftly swung his arm naturally and hit the red head square in the face. Oishi rushed over to the whining teen and checked for any broken bones.

"Ore-sama needed a little stretch from playing the guitar." Atobe nonchalantly pointed out.

"Okay, well… There you have it people! Atobe Keigo's wonderful song, performed perfectly by my special class!" The crowd erupted with cheers as the performers slowly made their way off stage.

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- Meanwhile, back in class…-

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"What is the meaning of this you two?" Tezuka crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the two very crossly.

"Nothing." The two said in unison, and swiftly glanced at each other. Ryoma raised his eyebrows

Eiji came in between the two of them and puffed his cheeks, obviously unsatisfied with what happened earlier. "So who wrote the song nya?" Eiji demanded.

Ryoma and Atobe looked at each other and stared, as if that would get them out of this 'mess'. Ryoma sighed and brought his hands up to rub his temples.

"Okay to be honest… I really have no ability to do anything whatsoever, and therefore, I asked Atobe-kun here, to help me write this." Ryoma pointed at Atobe, who tried his best not to snigger.

"Oh yeah, that explains everything." Momo howled, lightly punching Kaido on the shoulder. Kaido hissed but allowed a smirk to spread across his ever-so-demonizing face.

"Saa… But why would you lie Ryo-chan?" Fuji's widely spread smile made it seem as though the room temperature was suddenly decreasing.

"I only lied because I had to do something." Ryoma shrugged non-differently. "I mean, what could a useless guy like me possibly do?" Ryoma rapidly blinked his eyebrows to which Atobe blushed at.

"Sempai, he does have a point" Momo eyed Ryoma from head to toe, his suspicion still evident in his stare. "There's just no way a chibi like this would be able to

Kaido showed his agreement by nodding his head and hissed, not looking up from the floor. Deep inside however, Kaido still held his suspicion. No one has actually brought it up, but the fact that Ryoma played his guitar on stage seemed to be forgotten.

In the corner of the room, Fuji was having the same thought as Kaido. 'I'm sure it was Ryo-chan that played on stage…' Fuji tilted his head slightly to his left and rubbed his chin, deep in thought. 'Something's going on… and I swear, I will get to the bottom of this.'

"Ne~ Atobe-kun, why did you help Ryo-chan?" Fuji's sweet tone of voice sent chills at a lower degree throughout the classroom.

"Because as a sempai, ore-sama thought he should help his kohai." Atobe scoffed as a matter-of-factly and folded his arms across his chest. Ryoma couldn't help but to turn away from the sight in defeat and sighed heavily.

"Okay, in any case, we have to keep this a secret from the teachers, am I wrong?" Tezuka adjusted his glasses and graced everyone with his presence; let everyone in the room remember he was still there.

"Well, yes, no shit." Ryoma rolled his eyes and gathered all of his things. "I'm going to go to sleep, so if necessary, please don't bother me." Just as Ryoma was about to leave the room, his homeroom teacher busted in with a huge smile plastered on her ever-so-joyful face.

"A PLUS! YOU ALL GET AN A PLUS!" She squealed in joy, jumping up and down. She didn't notice Ryoma slipping out the door because of all her hyperactive behavior. Atobe felt a stabbing pain in his heart as he watched Ryoma silently leave. He still couldn't understand why Ryoma didn't like the attention of being able to play well. If it were he, he'd probably be telling everyone that he is in fact the great 'Vince'. Atobe huffed loudly and folded his arms across his chest; taking a seat in the nearest chair he could get a hold of. He would have to talk to Ryoma, and this time, he was going to get the answers to his questions answered.

Back in Ryoma's dorm –

The moment he walked in the door, he took out his acoustic guitar and began to strum some random chords, which seemed to make sense to him. He closed his eyes and drowned in the sound, which soon became a simple melody. This was how he often came up with songs for his concerts; although sometimes, he would write the lyrics first. He had no intention of using this song as his next, nor did he intend on creating anything new today. Ryoma was tired beyond imaginable. Sure, he did perform in concerts more often then those in class, but the fact that he could actually play well was nearly discovered by those in his class. The boy bit his lower lips, glad that Kevin wasn't in the same class as him.

Something did bother Ryoma a little though. Why was Atobe helping him so much? He barely knows the boy, and he didn't seem like the type of person who would care so much about others. Was it because Atobe heard Ryoma actually sing and play? Did Atobe already figure out Ryoma was actually Vince?

Ryoma flung himself on his bed putting his thoughts away, surrounded by the softness of the blanket and he started to hum a familiar melody to himself. He closed his eyes and pictured himself in his childhood, with his father, holding a small guitar, and strumming random chords. Ryoma still kept the small guitar with him. That small guitar was the one and only memory he had of his father. He sighed and closed his eyes, not bothering to change out of his clothes; and drifted off to sleep.


A/N: I hope this chapter was... not as bad as I think it is? haha...

Thank you for your support everyone XD