Well here's the next chapter tilts her head to the side Schoolwork… groundings… eh heh.. -; Well… what ev…

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At the end of the school day, Taichi and Yamato piled into Tai's jeep, as Takeru had already been picked up by his mom. Taichi dropped Yama off at his apartment, telling him that he'd be there tomorrow to pick him up at the same time. "So don't be late this time! I can't keep dodging Cops all the way to school. They're gonna start catching onto my routes. Besides, tomorrow is Friday… you can sleep in on the weekend." He gave Yama a friendly wave and drove off, disappearing around a corner.

"Yeah… Friday…" Yamato sighed, not knowing quite what was wrong. Usually Fridays were the best school days, and with good reason. It was the last day before the weekend, and thus, it was the day to relax. But he thought about what Sora had told him at lunch, and he suddenly realized that it wasn't just stress from having song writer's block. He didn't really know what it was, only that if it kept causing him this much stress, he might start to lose hair over it. O.O; "I need a vacation. Or… a long talk with my girlfriend… something…"

Shaking his golden blonde head, he turned in his path and walked into his apartment complex, catching an elevator up to his floor. He waited patiently for the ding before getting off and going to his door. Yamato patted his pockets to find nothing; feeling puzzled for a moment before he snapped his fingers and pulled his key from within his backpack. He unlocked the door in a hurry and pushed it open, glad to be back home.

"Now, if only I had something to eat that wasn't already past its expiration date…" T.T Yama walked right past the fridge, knowing well enough that there wasn't going to be anything within it that wasn't accompanied by blue fuzz. Or fuzz of another shade… . ;; Man… I should probably do my homework. More importantly, I should get on that stupid song. Why can't I think of any lyrics? I'm usually so good at it…

A frustrated sigh escaped the troubled boy's lips as he collapsed onto the sofa, giving the wall a lifeless stare. With spiritless enthusiasm he grabbed a pillow and nuzzled the smooth fleece against his even smoother skin. All I need is a nap… maybe I'll dream of something… like… Yama closed his weary eyes and felt like he was drifting away. Mmmm… well I must be dreaming… such pretty music…

And although it was true that Yamato was listening to rather enticing lyrics, he hadn't yet fallen asleep. The more he strained to listen to the sound, the more he realized that it wasn't coming from a dream of any sort. Lazily, he opened one of his eyes and scanned the living room for Takeru's stereo, wondering if he had left it on. Finding nothing, he groaned and rolled off the couch, dragging his feet to his room, looking in to find no jumping green flashes on his stereo system. Yama walked back into the living room, perplexed, and now on steady feet, following the rhythmic melodies of someone's voice.

Upon entering the living room he stopped for a moment, blinking as he raised his light eyebrows, faintly nodding his head. Must be a new song, I don't think I've heard those lyrics before. But… I can't really hear the music, just… a guitar? Becoming more confused by the moment, Yamato followed the tune like a cat stalks a bird, all of his senses alert, yet never once dropping his appearance of being completely composed. Nearing his balcony porch, he carefully pushed against the wooden handle of the sliding glass door, opening it silently. Yama blinked, suddenly having no trouble at all hearing the soft sounds. For, turning to his left, he found the source of the music on the balcony directly to the left of his.

By what he could gather, it was a young girl with her back turned to him, probably around his age, and all she appeared to be wearing was a white T-shirt that was much too large for her slender frame. Her hair was deep chestnut, with highlights of rich auburn and cinnamon, and appeared to even have a few strands of hot pink underneath the darker colors. She was sitting down, leaning her back against the bars of the railing as the playful breeze tried to tangle her silk-like hair in vain. Yamato soundlessly walked to the edge of his balcony, looking down to confirm his earlier assumption of the instrument he had heard.

She was plucking away at a gleaming 6-string electric guitar, tapping her foot against the hot pink amplifier it was plugged into, which was kicking out an unbelievable amount of sound for how small it was. But ever more astounding was the way this girl played. Every time she plucked at a string, the pitch was dead-on, sharp and clear as glass. Every note could be heard individually, and when you're plucking more than 5 notes in any given second, that's not an easy task to accomplish. To put it in simpler terms: This girl had mastered the art of how to play a guitar. Well.

As if that wasn't enough, she could sing too, and not just decently. Her voice was as crisp as her guitar, and soothing as a full day of relaxation… on a Beach… in Hawaii. Anyone who was watching her could tell she was making something up, for she kept going back to replay a tune or change her words. It's the kind of thing that's fun to witness, as long as whoever you're watching doesn't notice that you are there.

This is why Yamato stayed completely silent as he leaned forwards on the railing, being able to peer right down at her since the balconies were so close together. The more he listened to her play, the more he couldn't help but wonder where she came from and how she got her fingers to skip across the strings of that guitar like liquid. Suddenly, and much to Yamato's objection, she stopped. With a heartfelt sigh, she spun the guitar around in her lap so that the neck of the guitar was pointed away from her, tapping one of her fingers against the light pink body.

"Hey…" Yamato piped up with obvious disappointment. "Why did you stop?"

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I posted the next chapter too… so you can go on if you'd like