A/N: Not bothering with disclaimers anymore. Just that everything not
found in the Gravitation series belongs to me.
Thanks for the lovely reviews!! I love you guys more than you know!!
P.S.- This is AU, so it doesn't take place anywhere. At least nowhere on
this Earth. So forgive me if I mix British, American, and Japanese
culture.
"Bye, mom," Shuichi waved as he jumped from the car, pulling his backpack free just as the car door slammed shut. He jogged up the front steps of the massive brick building, searching for Hiro or Maiko. Nada. He glanced at his watch. 7:05. He headed towards the band room slowly, keeping his eyes open for either of his two new mates.
Finding neither of them, he entered the band room nervously.
"Shuichi!" a familiar voice called as the door slid shut behind him. Twenty-five pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. Peachy.
Hiro called again and Shuichi bounded over.
"Oi!" he said cheerfully.
"Well, aren't we just brilliant this morning," Hiro said darkly. He looked exhausted.
"Eh? Whatsa matter, Hiro? Up all night?"
"Hai. I had to memorize this stupid guitar solo that K-sensei asked for."
"But it's only the second day back!" Shuichi said, frowning.
"Tell me about it." Hiro looked at his new friend and found the boy's energy inspiring. "But it's ok. I don't mind too much."
"Ok, everyone, sit!"
Shuichi turned to look at his new professor. Golden hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and still reached his waist. Shorter strands framed his ivory face, his eyes hidden behind green-tinted sunglasses. His tie hung loose around the collar of his white button-down shirt and a holster rested low on his hips. He didn't look much older than 25, probably fresh out of college. .wait for it.
Hang on, a holster?? And that was.a pistol???
"Heh heh.Hiro."
"Nani?"
"Is the teacher carrying a pistol??"
"Huh? O, yea. He doesn't use it on students though. I think."
Shuichi blinked a moment. "You think???" he hissed in a hoarse whisper. Hiro laughed and ruffled Shuichi's hair.
"Relax, kid. He's totally cool."
Shuichi slumped down in his chair. "Don't call me kid," he muttered a moment later. Hiro just laughed.
"I'd like those students whom I asked to prepare their solo's to come up," K-sensei was saying. Several students, including Hiro, stepped in front of the class. The chairs were arranged in a staggered semi-circle, so everyone in the "audience" had a clear view.
"With your instruments!"
Those several students shuffled back to their seats and retrieved their respective musical talents.
Shuichi watched intently as each student took his or her turn, expert ear picking out the melodies along in his mind. Hiro was amazing, his hands flying over the guitar strings with easy confidence.
"You were awesome!" Shuichi encouraged as Hiro returned to his seat.
"Thanks," he replied, flushed and beaming.
But suddenly a hush fell over the room as the last student took his place. Shuichi glanced around the room, finally turning his amethyst gaze on the last performer. And nearly gasped. It was a boy of about 17, but as he stood there in front of the entire class, he seemed so much older.
His hair was like spun gold, gleaming under the fluorescent school lights. A deep sapphire shirt hugged his form lazily, offsetting his silky hair and alabaster skin. As he rose his violin to his chin, his eyes swept across the room with nonchalant indifference. And locked with Shuichi's.
Shuichi felt the ground vanish underneath him as the smooth bow slid against the string, notes flowing like water. His soul soared with every crescendo, his physical form trembling. He couldn't tear his eyes away from those golden orbs. The music filled his head, lifting him high into the heavens and then spiraling back to earth.
When the man finally lowered his bow, the entire class was silent. Shuichi released his breath, unaware that he'd been holding it.
"That was.incredible," he breathed.
Hiro nodded. "He's amazing. I heard he's been playing since he could hold a bow."
The bell shrieked, shattering the trance of the class as though it were glass.
OOC: How'd you like the third chapter? Review, please? Reviews make me sooooo happy!
"Bye, mom," Shuichi waved as he jumped from the car, pulling his backpack free just as the car door slammed shut. He jogged up the front steps of the massive brick building, searching for Hiro or Maiko. Nada. He glanced at his watch. 7:05. He headed towards the band room slowly, keeping his eyes open for either of his two new mates.
Finding neither of them, he entered the band room nervously.
"Shuichi!" a familiar voice called as the door slid shut behind him. Twenty-five pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. Peachy.
Hiro called again and Shuichi bounded over.
"Oi!" he said cheerfully.
"Well, aren't we just brilliant this morning," Hiro said darkly. He looked exhausted.
"Eh? Whatsa matter, Hiro? Up all night?"
"Hai. I had to memorize this stupid guitar solo that K-sensei asked for."
"But it's only the second day back!" Shuichi said, frowning.
"Tell me about it." Hiro looked at his new friend and found the boy's energy inspiring. "But it's ok. I don't mind too much."
"Ok, everyone, sit!"
Shuichi turned to look at his new professor. Golden hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and still reached his waist. Shorter strands framed his ivory face, his eyes hidden behind green-tinted sunglasses. His tie hung loose around the collar of his white button-down shirt and a holster rested low on his hips. He didn't look much older than 25, probably fresh out of college. .wait for it.
Hang on, a holster?? And that was.a pistol???
"Heh heh.Hiro."
"Nani?"
"Is the teacher carrying a pistol??"
"Huh? O, yea. He doesn't use it on students though. I think."
Shuichi blinked a moment. "You think???" he hissed in a hoarse whisper. Hiro laughed and ruffled Shuichi's hair.
"Relax, kid. He's totally cool."
Shuichi slumped down in his chair. "Don't call me kid," he muttered a moment later. Hiro just laughed.
"I'd like those students whom I asked to prepare their solo's to come up," K-sensei was saying. Several students, including Hiro, stepped in front of the class. The chairs were arranged in a staggered semi-circle, so everyone in the "audience" had a clear view.
"With your instruments!"
Those several students shuffled back to their seats and retrieved their respective musical talents.
Shuichi watched intently as each student took his or her turn, expert ear picking out the melodies along in his mind. Hiro was amazing, his hands flying over the guitar strings with easy confidence.
"You were awesome!" Shuichi encouraged as Hiro returned to his seat.
"Thanks," he replied, flushed and beaming.
But suddenly a hush fell over the room as the last student took his place. Shuichi glanced around the room, finally turning his amethyst gaze on the last performer. And nearly gasped. It was a boy of about 17, but as he stood there in front of the entire class, he seemed so much older.
His hair was like spun gold, gleaming under the fluorescent school lights. A deep sapphire shirt hugged his form lazily, offsetting his silky hair and alabaster skin. As he rose his violin to his chin, his eyes swept across the room with nonchalant indifference. And locked with Shuichi's.
Shuichi felt the ground vanish underneath him as the smooth bow slid against the string, notes flowing like water. His soul soared with every crescendo, his physical form trembling. He couldn't tear his eyes away from those golden orbs. The music filled his head, lifting him high into the heavens and then spiraling back to earth.
When the man finally lowered his bow, the entire class was silent. Shuichi released his breath, unaware that he'd been holding it.
"That was.incredible," he breathed.
Hiro nodded. "He's amazing. I heard he's been playing since he could hold a bow."
The bell shrieked, shattering the trance of the class as though it were glass.
OOC: How'd you like the third chapter? Review, please? Reviews make me sooooo happy!