Perfect Game

Ibu Shinji was bored today; he twirled his hair around his finger as he walked to his friend's house, Kamio Akira. He had called Kamio several times that morning, but he never picked up. Rhythm boy probably was still sleeping. Ibu neared his friend's house muttering time to time, the closer Ibu got the louder music was heard it was faint in the beginning but now it got louder. Ibu covered his ears with his hands but it wasn't enough to drain the loud music.

Ibu blinked as he watched a group of teenage girls go by, their faces shaded with a light tint of pink as they talked to one another. He couldn't hear them, but he noticed they kept looking back, in Kamio's house's direction, and giggling. Ibu thought that was very strange, but what was really strange to Ibu was when they had looked at him they ran.

The Music got louder and louder, he didn't understand how anyone could stand the volume of it. Even thought the rhythm of the music was enjoyable, like Kamio, if it were to get louder Ibu thought he'd die. Ibu stepped on the driveway of Kamio's house the music got louder every step closer to the house. Ibu looked up and saw Kamio, his window opened and his music box at the edge on full blast volume.

"Kamio?" Ibu's face tinted pink as he watched his friend dance to the music. Ibu, guessing Kamio just woke up laughed, his friend was only in his boxers and a half off, unbuttoned shirt. "Kamio!" Ibu yelled as loud as he could, but the music still over powered his voice. Ibu removed his hands from hi ears then heard the hottest voice, to him, in the world. Ibu wanted to melt the voice matched the music perfectly, but it was just Kamio, Ibu knew that his friend didn't just have the rhythm, but maybe a voice. Ibu laughed again he knew Kamio had no idea what was going on. Kamio had his headphones on but they weren't plugged in to the radio, the red head probably put the music this high because he couldn't hear it. "What an idiot," Ibu thought then proceed into Kamio's house to his room. He opened the door slowly thinking the music would blast him away. He ran to Kamio's side and pulled off the headphones, Kamio blinked and stared at Ibu.

"Hi," Kamio smiled, but wasn't heard over the music.

Ibu growled and pushed the off button to the radio, "Kamio?"

"Hi," Kamio repeated.

"Stop showing your stuff and get dressed," Ibu shut the window and the blinds.

"Huh?" Kamio looked at his friend confused.

"Never mind," Ibu pulled up Kamio's boxer's that seemed as if they were to drop at any second. "What were you thinking?"

"Just singing…I felt my mind telling me something this morning," Kamio sat on the bed.

"Oh?" Ibu sat in Kamio's lap, "I loved it though it was too loud.

"That's good." Kamio nuzzled Ibu's neck.

"Kamio, sing it again…to me…" Ibu smiled.

Kamio fell on the bed with Ibu and grinned, "I'll dance for you, too."

This was a short story...I was listening to Kamio's 'Perfect Game' and this is what I was thinking about the whole time I listened about it. Hope you liked it. Hajime