Muse: Finale
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A/N: So I finally thought of a way the third part could work. We'll be jumping POVs people. Get ready for the ride.
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Sora:
I hate Mondays. They're my busiest day. I don't get a study break on Mondays. To top it off, I've got two tests today. Math and Japanese History. Could anything be more boring? I honestly tried to study. But I'm so far behind that I'm pretty sure that it's a lost cause. Hopefully my parents don't kill me when I fail.
Okay, think positive, Sora.
Lot of good that's going to do me.
Well, I can probably bluff my way though the Math test. And lucky for me Japanese History isn't till after lunch. That means attempting to study in all my other classes today.
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Yamato:
There she is, the girl of my dreams. I'm standing in the hallway watching her struggle with the combination lock on her locker. How pathetic am I? Still, she looks cute. The way that lock of hair keeps falling in her eyes, the way she pushes it away irritably.
She would hate it if she knew I thought she was cute. It's such a girl word.
Okay, I've gotta play it cool. I can't just keep standing here and gawking. What I need is some movement, like a casual walk.
"Hey."
She's looking up and, yes, I get that smile. It's a gorgeous smile. Blows me away every time. It's the kind of smile that makes a guy weak at the knees. I'll bet you Sora doesn't realize that.
"Hey," she shoves a couple of books into her backpack, "What's new?"
"Oh, nothing much," I'm going for casual cool, leaning against the locker next to her. "The band's got a gig this weekend."
"Oh yeah?" Okay, she doesn't look very interested, this could be bad. In fact, she's barely paying me any attention at all, flicking through the pages of a mammoth textbook. "That's nice."
"I was hoping you'd come along."
She looks up and there's this weird look on her face. Like she doesn't know what to think. Crap, does she know? Okay, I have to cover this blunder. Think, Yamato, think.
"Uh…you know, if you want to. I was gonna ask all the others to come along as well. We're doing some new songs and…uh…publicity is always good. 'Keru really wanted to come and I think Kari did as well." Right, now I'm just babbling. I couldn't sound like more of an idiot if I tried.
"Oh." She smiles again, but it's different this time. I can't really pinpoint what it is. "Sure. I'd love to come. Get me the details okay?"
The bell rings.
Sora slams her locker shut. "I'll talk to you later. I really can't be late."
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Sora:
What just happened? That sounded a whole lot like Yamato asking me out. Or maybe I'm just looking into things way too much. It's just another gig. He's really proud of the band. It makes sense that he wants us there.
I'm just making a big fuss about nothing.
I mean, really. Me and Yamato? It's an impossibility.
I don't know how many times I've gone through the "what ifs" and the "if onlys" but the truth is, it will never happen. I'm just not his type. Plus, there's, as always, the fangirls. I don't think I could deal with them. Or rather, I'd deal with them inappropriately. I've never been afraid to speak my mind. And it's no different with those annoying teenyboppers. All of them, and I mean all of them, need to get lives.
I have no idea why Yamato puts up with it. The screaming. The girls who just want to hug him. The girls who love him "so much".
They're all the same. Completely empty headed and shallow.
And the other thing apart from Yamato that they all share in common? Their hatred of me of course. I'm the complete opposite of all of them – and I take pride in that fact – and I'm Yamato's friend. Correction, one of Yamato's closest friends. So naturally, I have to put up with the whispers, the looks and the snide comments.
Lucky for me I can stand up for myself.
The bell rings, homeroom is over, and my math textbook is still sitting unopened in front of me.
Crap.
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Yamato:
Gig night. There's always the few butterflies when we play a gig. Tonight there's a whirlwind of them. They feel like their going to take off any minute now.
Why am I so nervous?
Good question.
Sora's coming tonight. No, it's more than that. It's because I'm about to listen to Taichi. Yeah, I know. The world as we know it is coming to an end. But he makes sense sometimes you know?
"Take a risk, Ishida. You'll never know unless you try."
Take a risk. He's right. At least this way I'll know for sure and I'll know that I at least tried. I took the new song that I wrote in to the guys last week. They liked it, and we're going to play it. It's the first song I've ever written that directly relates to her.
I'm taking my risk.
Who knows, I might get lucky. It might pay off.
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Sora:
Here I am. I lost Kari and Takeru somewhere in the crowd. Oh well. I think they wanted to be alone anyway. Young love. Hah.
I tend to get a little cynical when standing in a crowd with a hundred or so teenyboppers. Every time Yamato says something they scream. Heck, even when he doesn't say something they scream. He doesn't help. He just encourages them.
I've just remembered why I stopped going to his gigs. As the band's popularity grew, so did the crowds and so did the screams. I'm glad I remembered my ear plugs. This way, the screams are at a tolerable level, I can hear the music and I can focus on the young man on stage.
There he is. Stage lights playing on his hair. Hints of gold shine as he runs his fingers through it. He's flashing that cocky grin again. They love it and he knows it. I'd like to know where he learnt to play with a girl's emotions like that. Yeah, he's hot. But he's more than that. He's got the whole package. The looks. The talent. But he's also got heart. He's a good friend. He's a friend that I cherish very deeply.
And I'm so proud of him for achieving his dreams.
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Yamato:
This is it. The moment.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Step up to the microphone. I wish I could see her in the crowd.
"How're you guys liking it so far?"
The screams are reaching a fervor pitch. It's always such a rush when I do that. Grin.
"Awesome! We're gonna do a new song now. It's a song I wrote recently."
Pause. More screams.
"It's called 'She Walked In' and it's about a good friend of mine."
Another deep breath. Is it normal for one's heart to beat this fast?
"I can't actually see her out there, but I know she's here. Sora, this one's for you."
I did it. I actually did it. Well, I semi-did it. But there's no time to think now, not when there's a song to sing.
It sure felt good today
Standing on the frontline
The earth, the sun, me and you
Your beauty in my eyes
The reason for my smile
Take this picture and give it over to you
She walked in and made me smile
Talked a bit then stayed for awhile
Beautiful vessel, who is full in you?
Come fill me
I stand and watch as the earth disappears
As the sky and water become one
And every time I think of love I think of you
And how you move me
You move me
She walked in and made me smile
Talked a bit then stayed for awhile
Beautiful vessel, who is full in you?
Come fill me
And here I am waiting
Waiting for you
With arms outstretched
And here I am longing
Longing for you
For you
She walked in and made me smile
Talked a bit then stayed for awhile
Beautiful vessel, who is full in you?
Come fill me
The screams of the crowd fill my ears. But there's only one person I want to see now.
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Sora:
Did he just do that?
Am I dreaming?
I want someone to pinch me. I must be dreaming.
But no, the girls next to me are wondering who 'Sora' is. It sounds like they hate her already.
If only they knew.
If only they knew.
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"Hey," he looks scared, more than a little nervous. Shifts his weight slightly, one foot to another, then meets her eyes, "So, what did you think?"
"I liked it. I still don't like the girls, but other than that it was great. You guys have really improved." She smiles, "Honestly? I was quite proud."
He laughs. He loves that she's so honest around her. "I'm glad."
"So," she raises an eyebrow, "Are you ever going to ask me out, Ishida?"
That remark easily defuses the tension that both of them have been feeling. He raises his hands in defense, "I was getting to that!"
"Uh huh. Right."
"I was," he offers her his hand, "What are you doing now? Because I would love to take you out for a coffee. That is, if you'd like to."
She takes his hand, "I'd love to go out for a coffee."
"Sora?"
"Yeah?"
He pulls her close, loving the way her eyes widen at their closeness. Just as she begins to relax again, he makes his final move.
He seals the deal with a kiss.
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There you go, the third and final installment in the Muse trilogy. (Can I call it trilogy?) I don't know if I'm completely happy with it, but it's done. The song's a great one, again, Detour180 – check them out! They rock. If I'm not wrong they're doing a USA tour now. I could be wrong. Hopefully the jumping of POV and the final part in third person didn't confuse too many people. Comments and criticisms are always welcome!! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far.
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