Well, I FINALLY got Chapter 2 written. So sorry for such a long wait!
There has been a lot of stress with school and some personal things that
have been holding me down. Not to mention I was struggling to get into the
non-existing male part of my brain to get into Yama's POV's. But, I did
it! A little short, but I'll make up for it in time! Enjoy!
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Yamato's POV:
"Come on, Yamato, you need to get out and have some fun!" Taichi begged.
"Tell me why I should waste my time at some club tonight," I said, closing my locker and turning to my friend.
"You need to have some fun! It's been about half a year since you've done something other than practice, play at your concerts, and study! Come on, please? And think, you might meet a really cute girl!"
I rolled my eyes. "So? Maybe I'm just too busy."
Taichi gave me the most pathetic look. "Yamatooooo!"
"Fine! Just stop whining and giving me that stupid look! What time and place?"
With a triumphant grin, the brown-haired boy said, "How 'bout 8:00 at that new place in town?"
"Whatever. Sayonara, baka."
"Bye."
I walked out of the school to my light blue van and left, grumbling and cursing under my breath. How come that boy had me wrapped around his little finger? Cursing some more at my own weakness, I roared off down the road for an early band practice. *~*~*~
Riaka's POV:
I had cried and buried myself in self-pity for about two hours before stepping into a trance-like state, starting at the wall (A/N: if you find this hard to believe, I've done this much longer before! -_-''). Only after about ten minutes of this did I glance at the clock. Around 4:10. Reluctantly I stood up and went to the kitchen to get some water. I felt rather dizzy from my burst of emotions. The feeling forced me to sit down. To keep my mind preoccupied, though of what to do tonight. Of course I had to get out of this godforsaken house. I felt too closed in. And I had to stop thinking. Thinking only brought trouble. Well, there was a new club in Odaiba. It was supposed to be good from what I heard in school. Yes, that is the perfect place. What time did it open? Eight or so, I think. Great.
Starting to feel hungry, I got up to dig through the cupboards and refrigerator. Nothing good. Then I'll just have to get something later or go without. Like it really mattered. I had gone entire weeks without eating much. (A/N: yet another thing I'm famous for doing.). Instead I will just take a bath. Yes, wash my thoughts away.
Once again I stood up and headed to the bathroom, stopping at the linen closet for a couple towels. When I reached the bathroom, I immediately turned on the faucet to a hot setting and poured in some bath oil. While waiting for the tub to fill, I glanced at myself in the mirror. How pathetic I looked! My face was streaked with my tears and flushed pink, and my eyes were still badly bloodshot. I looked just like that night when.no! Stop! I can't think of that! That is all in the past; over with!
The tub was filled, and so I quickly undressed and slipped into the relaxing water. All thoughts and feelings disappeared with the sweetly scented steam. This is now. *~*~*~*
Yamato's POV:
The second I was inside my apartment, I threw everything down and sank into a soft chair. How I managed to survive the horrifying band practice, I do not know, but I'm only thankful for it being over.
I simply could not concentrate on the music. My mind kept wandering. Nothing felt right. I had no feeling in the lyrics, no attachment as there should have been. It was so alien coming from my mouth, my tongue like steal that could not bend to shape words. And to make things worse, each time I closed my eyes to see those words in my memory archive filled perfectly with each song I have ever written, I would se the cold stare coming from two icy, violet eyes. I would feel a chill run down my spine, causing me to freeze in mid-song. The other band members were getting angry and frustrated over it all, and so I had called practice off early, much to their joy.
I don't understand why I'm letting that girl get to me so much. Perhaps Tai is right. I have been overworking myself too much. I must be becoming utterly paranoid. This night out might actually do good for me. At least that is my hope.
Yamato's POV:
"Come on, Yamato, you need to get out and have some fun!" Taichi begged.
"Tell me why I should waste my time at some club tonight," I said, closing my locker and turning to my friend.
"You need to have some fun! It's been about half a year since you've done something other than practice, play at your concerts, and study! Come on, please? And think, you might meet a really cute girl!"
I rolled my eyes. "So? Maybe I'm just too busy."
Taichi gave me the most pathetic look. "Yamatooooo!"
"Fine! Just stop whining and giving me that stupid look! What time and place?"
With a triumphant grin, the brown-haired boy said, "How 'bout 8:00 at that new place in town?"
"Whatever. Sayonara, baka."
"Bye."
I walked out of the school to my light blue van and left, grumbling and cursing under my breath. How come that boy had me wrapped around his little finger? Cursing some more at my own weakness, I roared off down the road for an early band practice. *~*~*~
Riaka's POV:
I had cried and buried myself in self-pity for about two hours before stepping into a trance-like state, starting at the wall (A/N: if you find this hard to believe, I've done this much longer before! -_-''). Only after about ten minutes of this did I glance at the clock. Around 4:10. Reluctantly I stood up and went to the kitchen to get some water. I felt rather dizzy from my burst of emotions. The feeling forced me to sit down. To keep my mind preoccupied, though of what to do tonight. Of course I had to get out of this godforsaken house. I felt too closed in. And I had to stop thinking. Thinking only brought trouble. Well, there was a new club in Odaiba. It was supposed to be good from what I heard in school. Yes, that is the perfect place. What time did it open? Eight or so, I think. Great.
Starting to feel hungry, I got up to dig through the cupboards and refrigerator. Nothing good. Then I'll just have to get something later or go without. Like it really mattered. I had gone entire weeks without eating much. (A/N: yet another thing I'm famous for doing.). Instead I will just take a bath. Yes, wash my thoughts away.
Once again I stood up and headed to the bathroom, stopping at the linen closet for a couple towels. When I reached the bathroom, I immediately turned on the faucet to a hot setting and poured in some bath oil. While waiting for the tub to fill, I glanced at myself in the mirror. How pathetic I looked! My face was streaked with my tears and flushed pink, and my eyes were still badly bloodshot. I looked just like that night when.no! Stop! I can't think of that! That is all in the past; over with!
The tub was filled, and so I quickly undressed and slipped into the relaxing water. All thoughts and feelings disappeared with the sweetly scented steam. This is now. *~*~*~*
Yamato's POV:
The second I was inside my apartment, I threw everything down and sank into a soft chair. How I managed to survive the horrifying band practice, I do not know, but I'm only thankful for it being over.
I simply could not concentrate on the music. My mind kept wandering. Nothing felt right. I had no feeling in the lyrics, no attachment as there should have been. It was so alien coming from my mouth, my tongue like steal that could not bend to shape words. And to make things worse, each time I closed my eyes to see those words in my memory archive filled perfectly with each song I have ever written, I would se the cold stare coming from two icy, violet eyes. I would feel a chill run down my spine, causing me to freeze in mid-song. The other band members were getting angry and frustrated over it all, and so I had called practice off early, much to their joy.
I don't understand why I'm letting that girl get to me so much. Perhaps Tai is right. I have been overworking myself too much. I must be becoming utterly paranoid. This night out might actually do good for me. At least that is my hope.