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chapter 4
Yamato stopped before the small studio where his band practised and took a deep breath. He opened the door.
"Hi!" he said to his bandmates.
"You're late, Ishida."
"You look awful."
"Who kept you in bed so long?"
"Thanks," Yamato said wryly. "We all know you love me... Uhm, I have a... a surprise!"
"You're actually getting MARRIED?"
"Try DIVORCED!"
"It's either he's gonna be a father or he has a nasty new song for us."
Yamato dismissed all the gossip he grew accustomed to with a roll of his eyes. "Yeah, it's the song. How about we sing it today?" he tried with a sort of a meek smile. "I think it's a good idea..." he added weakly.
His bandmates frowned and armed with their musical instuments, thus looking intimidating, they advanced on him. Yamato jumped back and slammed the door shut.
"I want to sing that song! Nevertheless!" he shouted, holding the door with his shoulder.
"You! Fricking playboy! What fricking girl asked you to do it! For what fricking thing?!!!"
"Hey!" Yamato said in defense. "There was no girl, I swear!"
"What fricking BOY asked you and for what fricking thing, then?!!!"
He pressed his hands to his ears and muted out a storm of shouting arousing behind the closed door. He was bored with all the description that followed of himself, his closest relatives, his origin, and things that should have or had already happened to him. He could only wonder at their rich imagination. Teenage Wolves were primarily teenage. They loved to think of themselves as world-famous rock-stars and they loved to make up dirty kind of stories about Yamato, that nobody believed in except themselves.
Silence fell behind the door.
Yamato opened it a crack.
"So, how about that new song, anyway?" he said with his ears burning.
A grumble and a hissing. Yamato quickly dodged a flying book and hid behind the door.
"Guys, I'm serious! It's life or death!" he shouted.
"Then DIE!!!"
The bandmates started discussing him vigorously.
Yamato shrugged. *Three more times, and they're done,* he thought. *I thought it would be worse. Damn the bet!* In the meanwhile he went to get himself some coffee.
tsuzuku...
chapter 4
Yamato stopped before the small studio where his band practised and took a deep breath. He opened the door.
"Hi!" he said to his bandmates.
"You're late, Ishida."
"You look awful."
"Who kept you in bed so long?"
"Thanks," Yamato said wryly. "We all know you love me... Uhm, I have a... a surprise!"
"You're actually getting MARRIED?"
"Try DIVORCED!"
"It's either he's gonna be a father or he has a nasty new song for us."
Yamato dismissed all the gossip he grew accustomed to with a roll of his eyes. "Yeah, it's the song. How about we sing it today?" he tried with a sort of a meek smile. "I think it's a good idea..." he added weakly.
His bandmates frowned and armed with their musical instuments, thus looking intimidating, they advanced on him. Yamato jumped back and slammed the door shut.
"I want to sing that song! Nevertheless!" he shouted, holding the door with his shoulder.
"You! Fricking playboy! What fricking girl asked you to do it! For what fricking thing?!!!"
"Hey!" Yamato said in defense. "There was no girl, I swear!"
"What fricking BOY asked you and for what fricking thing, then?!!!"
He pressed his hands to his ears and muted out a storm of shouting arousing behind the closed door. He was bored with all the description that followed of himself, his closest relatives, his origin, and things that should have or had already happened to him. He could only wonder at their rich imagination. Teenage Wolves were primarily teenage. They loved to think of themselves as world-famous rock-stars and they loved to make up dirty kind of stories about Yamato, that nobody believed in except themselves.
Silence fell behind the door.
Yamato opened it a crack.
"So, how about that new song, anyway?" he said with his ears burning.
A grumble and a hissing. Yamato quickly dodged a flying book and hid behind the door.
"Guys, I'm serious! It's life or death!" he shouted.
"Then DIE!!!"
The bandmates started discussing him vigorously.
Yamato shrugged. *Three more times, and they're done,* he thought. *I thought it would be worse. Damn the bet!* In the meanwhile he went to get himself some coffee.
tsuzuku...