Thanks to my three reviewers. I know the past week or so have been kinda
weird around here, so I'm not complaining. Three is a lot better than none!
lol.
Wishful Thinker: Thanks, I'm sure they'll come in handy for future chapters ~grins~
Yami-escaflowne-sama: Trowa's word? I always thought it was Hee-chan's ~shrugs~ By favorite kitty, do you mean Rei? Cuz if you do, maybe I won't update . . . I'd never pass up an opportunity to see Rei-chan!
Flick: The ice scene was fun to write, I'm glad you liked it. And don't wory about the last review, I picked the wrong day to update -_-;
Once again, thanks to everyone who is reading this. I'm still interesting in hearing your band stories if you have any, and if you haven't already, I'd love to know what you play in band.
This chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, and I dislike the end, but oh well. It's more of a filler chapter to connect to the next part of this story. So, hope you enjoy. Please leave a review!
Warnings: Shounen ai, OOC-ness.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, you wouldn't need Kai/Rei fics, believe me ^_-
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Musical Feelings: Thoughts
Two weeks passed after the skating event, and the December band concert neared. Judy no longer tolerated 'useless chatter' between playing, and the group could sense her stress. They had to be ready soon.
"Man, Maxy. Your mum needs to take a chill pill of something." Tyson groaned. He'd been yelled at three times during that morning's rehearsal.
"She's just worried. We only have one week, two rehearsals, before the concert. We're not the only band she had either. Besides, there's extra stress because of this 'surprise' she's planning for us."
"Surprise? What surprise Maxy?"
The blond grinned, leaning against the piano tucked in the music room's far corner. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."
Tyson slid his trumpet back onto the shelf, narrowing his eyes on Max. "So you know what this surprise is, but you won't tell me."
"Yup."
"But Maxy!"
The percussionist laughed and shook his head. "I'm sworn to secrecy."
"Please Maxy?" Tyson pouted. "I thought we told each other everything. That's what best friends do."
"Aw, Tyson you're making me feel bad." Max complained, wrapping his arms around the trumpet player in a friendly hug.
Kai chose that moment to walk past. He gave them a disgusted look and snapped, "Get a private room, please."
As he stalked off Rei hurried by. "Don't listen to him guys, he doesn't mean it. Great rehearsal, later!"
Breaking the hug, Tyson turned to watch Rei. The Chinese boy was trying eagerly to engage Kai in a conversation, and the trombonist actually appeared mildly interested.
"Man, what's up with Rei? He's always around Kai. What is so fascinating about Perfect Trombonist over there?"
"You'd understand if you were Rei." Max shrugged.
"Or if I was you." Tyson turned to look back at the blond boy before him. "You understand. When Rei was upset at the skating event, you knew what was wrong without even asking. What's up?"
"I promised Rei I wouldn't say anything . . . "
Throwing his hands in the air, Tyson announced, "I give up! Everyone tells Max their secrets, and he won't spill any of them to me!"
"Maybe that's why they tell him." Dizzi retorted as she passed. "Come on Kenny, we still have some time before classes. I want to head up to the computer lab for a bit."
"Right behind you Dizzi."
"Ah, someone's got a girlfriend." Tyson teased as the small clarinet player walked by.
Kenny blushed and hurried out of the room.
From the front of the room, Emily watched as Max scolded Tyson. Then the two left, Tyson's whine filling the air. This gave her an idea . . .
*****
The old swing creaked under Tyson's weight, the chains moaning in protest. The lone trumpet player sighed, pumping his legs to start moving.
"What is up with everyone? Rei and Kai are always together, and the same with Kenny and Dizzi. Mariah is even hanging around Lee more than Rei!"
"You're blind if you can't see why."
"Emily?!"
The red head took a seat on the swing next to Tyson, focusing her eyes on the blue-haired boy.
"Aren't you supposed to be stalking Kai?"
Shaking her head, Emily's expression remained serious. "Kai doesn't want me stalking him."
"That never stopped you before."
A small smile. "True, but I understand now. Kai likes someone else."
"He does?" Now she had Tyson's interest. Who could Kai possibly like?
Emily began to swing, training her eyes on the ground. "Yes, he does. Any guesses?"
"Mariah?"
A snort from Emily and a "no."
"Dizzi?"
"Try again."
"I don't know, tell me!"
"Rei."
"Rei?" Tyson's swing stopped, his wide eyes staring at Emily. "You think Kai likes Rei?"
"No, I know he likes Rei. He just won't admit it."
"Rei would never like Kai though."
"Are you sure about that?"
"B-but that would mean they're both . . . "
"That bothers you?" Emily was amused at this twist.
"I-I don't know. Kind of, not really . . . How do you even know they like each other? It's not like they told you or anything."
"They don't have to. It's obvious if you look Tyson." Pause. "Something else is obvious too."
"What?"
"Someone likes you."
"Who?"
"I'll let you think about that one." Emily rose to her feet and began to walk off.
"Emily?"
Stopping, the girl turned to look back at Tyson.
"You're not so bad. Thanks."
"You're not so bad yourself Tyson, just a little dense."
"If you need someone new to stalk, I heard the boy's baseball pitcher is free."
Emily blinked, face reddening. "I-"
"We're good friends, me and Michael. And something tells me he might not mind having your attention on him instead of Kai."
"Is that a fact?"
"No, but it's worth a shot, right?"
"Yeah, it's worth a shot. Thanks, and goodbye Tyson."
"Goodbye, Emily."
*****
Rei chuckled into the phone. "Did he really say that Max?"
"Yup, word for word. And I want to know something too, what *is* so fascinating about Kai?"
Blushing, the Chinese youth cradled the phone, his voice becoming softer.
"He's just, Kai. I can't help but like him Max. Every time I get him to talk, I feel like maybe he wants this too. I know that'll never happen, but it's nice to believe. If being his friend is as close as I'll get, then I'll settle with that."
"I understand." Max sighed. "Sometimes Tyson is so dense. At times I feel like screaming my secret at him, and at others I just want hold him. It's weird."
"I know." Rei twisted a strand of hair around his finger thoughtfully. "There has to be some time to tell them."
"There will be, just wait a little bit. In a few weeks my mother is going to announce a surprise, which I think will provide an excellent opportunity."
"Yeah? Thanks for the tip. Well, I'd better go. See you tomorrow Max."
"Goodbye Rei."
Hanging up the phone, Rei's eyes drifted to the calendar. A few weeks was a long time, but if Max thought it best to wait, he'd wait. He'd wait forever, if it got him with Kai.
*****
"I'm growing weak." Kai grunted as he fell onto his bed. He glared at the silver trombone he had abandon on his floor. "This is all your fault. Music is a weak subject, my grandfather was right. If only I wasn't so damn good on you, then no one would care. However, the minute I consider quitting, people beg me to change my mind."
Shutting his crimson orbs, the boy sighed. His anger wasn't because of the trombone. It was because he didn't care if he appeared weak in front of Rei. There was something about the Chinese youth that made Kai want to open up.
"I hate you." Declared Kai suddenly, shooting the instrument on the ground another cold look. Then his gaze softened in realization. "But, you may be the only way I'll ever get close to Rei . . ."
TBC
Wishful Thinker: Thanks, I'm sure they'll come in handy for future chapters ~grins~
Yami-escaflowne-sama: Trowa's word? I always thought it was Hee-chan's ~shrugs~ By favorite kitty, do you mean Rei? Cuz if you do, maybe I won't update . . . I'd never pass up an opportunity to see Rei-chan!
Flick: The ice scene was fun to write, I'm glad you liked it. And don't wory about the last review, I picked the wrong day to update -_-;
Once again, thanks to everyone who is reading this. I'm still interesting in hearing your band stories if you have any, and if you haven't already, I'd love to know what you play in band.
This chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, and I dislike the end, but oh well. It's more of a filler chapter to connect to the next part of this story. So, hope you enjoy. Please leave a review!
Warnings: Shounen ai, OOC-ness.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, you wouldn't need Kai/Rei fics, believe me ^_-
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Musical Feelings: Thoughts
Two weeks passed after the skating event, and the December band concert neared. Judy no longer tolerated 'useless chatter' between playing, and the group could sense her stress. They had to be ready soon.
"Man, Maxy. Your mum needs to take a chill pill of something." Tyson groaned. He'd been yelled at three times during that morning's rehearsal.
"She's just worried. We only have one week, two rehearsals, before the concert. We're not the only band she had either. Besides, there's extra stress because of this 'surprise' she's planning for us."
"Surprise? What surprise Maxy?"
The blond grinned, leaning against the piano tucked in the music room's far corner. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."
Tyson slid his trumpet back onto the shelf, narrowing his eyes on Max. "So you know what this surprise is, but you won't tell me."
"Yup."
"But Maxy!"
The percussionist laughed and shook his head. "I'm sworn to secrecy."
"Please Maxy?" Tyson pouted. "I thought we told each other everything. That's what best friends do."
"Aw, Tyson you're making me feel bad." Max complained, wrapping his arms around the trumpet player in a friendly hug.
Kai chose that moment to walk past. He gave them a disgusted look and snapped, "Get a private room, please."
As he stalked off Rei hurried by. "Don't listen to him guys, he doesn't mean it. Great rehearsal, later!"
Breaking the hug, Tyson turned to watch Rei. The Chinese boy was trying eagerly to engage Kai in a conversation, and the trombonist actually appeared mildly interested.
"Man, what's up with Rei? He's always around Kai. What is so fascinating about Perfect Trombonist over there?"
"You'd understand if you were Rei." Max shrugged.
"Or if I was you." Tyson turned to look back at the blond boy before him. "You understand. When Rei was upset at the skating event, you knew what was wrong without even asking. What's up?"
"I promised Rei I wouldn't say anything . . . "
Throwing his hands in the air, Tyson announced, "I give up! Everyone tells Max their secrets, and he won't spill any of them to me!"
"Maybe that's why they tell him." Dizzi retorted as she passed. "Come on Kenny, we still have some time before classes. I want to head up to the computer lab for a bit."
"Right behind you Dizzi."
"Ah, someone's got a girlfriend." Tyson teased as the small clarinet player walked by.
Kenny blushed and hurried out of the room.
From the front of the room, Emily watched as Max scolded Tyson. Then the two left, Tyson's whine filling the air. This gave her an idea . . .
*****
The old swing creaked under Tyson's weight, the chains moaning in protest. The lone trumpet player sighed, pumping his legs to start moving.
"What is up with everyone? Rei and Kai are always together, and the same with Kenny and Dizzi. Mariah is even hanging around Lee more than Rei!"
"You're blind if you can't see why."
"Emily?!"
The red head took a seat on the swing next to Tyson, focusing her eyes on the blue-haired boy.
"Aren't you supposed to be stalking Kai?"
Shaking her head, Emily's expression remained serious. "Kai doesn't want me stalking him."
"That never stopped you before."
A small smile. "True, but I understand now. Kai likes someone else."
"He does?" Now she had Tyson's interest. Who could Kai possibly like?
Emily began to swing, training her eyes on the ground. "Yes, he does. Any guesses?"
"Mariah?"
A snort from Emily and a "no."
"Dizzi?"
"Try again."
"I don't know, tell me!"
"Rei."
"Rei?" Tyson's swing stopped, his wide eyes staring at Emily. "You think Kai likes Rei?"
"No, I know he likes Rei. He just won't admit it."
"Rei would never like Kai though."
"Are you sure about that?"
"B-but that would mean they're both . . . "
"That bothers you?" Emily was amused at this twist.
"I-I don't know. Kind of, not really . . . How do you even know they like each other? It's not like they told you or anything."
"They don't have to. It's obvious if you look Tyson." Pause. "Something else is obvious too."
"What?"
"Someone likes you."
"Who?"
"I'll let you think about that one." Emily rose to her feet and began to walk off.
"Emily?"
Stopping, the girl turned to look back at Tyson.
"You're not so bad. Thanks."
"You're not so bad yourself Tyson, just a little dense."
"If you need someone new to stalk, I heard the boy's baseball pitcher is free."
Emily blinked, face reddening. "I-"
"We're good friends, me and Michael. And something tells me he might not mind having your attention on him instead of Kai."
"Is that a fact?"
"No, but it's worth a shot, right?"
"Yeah, it's worth a shot. Thanks, and goodbye Tyson."
"Goodbye, Emily."
*****
Rei chuckled into the phone. "Did he really say that Max?"
"Yup, word for word. And I want to know something too, what *is* so fascinating about Kai?"
Blushing, the Chinese youth cradled the phone, his voice becoming softer.
"He's just, Kai. I can't help but like him Max. Every time I get him to talk, I feel like maybe he wants this too. I know that'll never happen, but it's nice to believe. If being his friend is as close as I'll get, then I'll settle with that."
"I understand." Max sighed. "Sometimes Tyson is so dense. At times I feel like screaming my secret at him, and at others I just want hold him. It's weird."
"I know." Rei twisted a strand of hair around his finger thoughtfully. "There has to be some time to tell them."
"There will be, just wait a little bit. In a few weeks my mother is going to announce a surprise, which I think will provide an excellent opportunity."
"Yeah? Thanks for the tip. Well, I'd better go. See you tomorrow Max."
"Goodbye Rei."
Hanging up the phone, Rei's eyes drifted to the calendar. A few weeks was a long time, but if Max thought it best to wait, he'd wait. He'd wait forever, if it got him with Kai.
*****
"I'm growing weak." Kai grunted as he fell onto his bed. He glared at the silver trombone he had abandon on his floor. "This is all your fault. Music is a weak subject, my grandfather was right. If only I wasn't so damn good on you, then no one would care. However, the minute I consider quitting, people beg me to change my mind."
Shutting his crimson orbs, the boy sighed. His anger wasn't because of the trombone. It was because he didn't care if he appeared weak in front of Rei. There was something about the Chinese youth that made Kai want to open up.
"I hate you." Declared Kai suddenly, shooting the instrument on the ground another cold look. Then his gaze softened in realization. "But, you may be the only way I'll ever get close to Rei . . ."
TBC