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I reaaally should be studying for Chemistry… ;;
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Now, several things happened at once, the first of which was Yama's realization that he had been standing in the worst possible place. He had less than 2 seconds for a twitch of his left eye and a panic stricken look before…
WHAM!
… Being smacked in the middle of his face by the headstock of the young girl's guitar. In her surprise at hearing someone directly over her shoulder, she had pulled the guitar body up to her chest, and because of the way she had been holding it in her lap, Yamato had been right there to catch the end of the guitar's neck.
(For help with the parts of the guitar, please go here : http/web.cuug.ab.ca/lukivr/Parts.html … um…Yay! . )
It goes without saying that the poor, innocent blonde careened backwards, nearly toppling over as his back struck the steady rail of the balcony and he almost collapsed, rubbing his forehead in pain. As he looked up towards where the girl had been, he saw the guitar drop harshly from her fingers and clatter to the floor; she might as well have thrown it to the ground with the damage she had just inflicted upon it. And yet, what shocked him the most was how she was suddenly beside him, crying to him in her passionate voice.
"Oh, I've hurt you! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, I had no idea you were there!"
He couldn't help but blush as her gentle fingers parted his bangs, touching his forehead where her guitar had nailed him. It was apparent that she had no sense of personal boundaries; she was pressed right up against him, a look of desperation in her watery, coral colored eyes. He leaned back, away from her, carefully taking her other hand off his cheek.
"Hey now, I'm alright. But you should really watch where you swing that thing, you could've-"
"I know… I could have hurt you further. Please don't be angry, I truly didn't mean it. I was startled."
As she tucked her soft head beneath his chin and clutched at his shirt, Yama was struck speechless. Whoever this is he thought, …she could give Mimi's sincerity a run for its money Still a bit shook up by the whole event, Yama took the shaking young girl by her shoulders and lightly pushed her away from him, glancing into her eyes as he smiled for the first real time in weeks. "Listen… I'm fine, really… What about you? Are you alright?"
She blinked, looking slightly confused, shaking her head. "What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine…" And although she sounded convincing enough, her hands were still shaking.
"How did you get across to this balcony? You didn't-"
"I jumped. It's really not that far, only 6 inches or so… I had to see if you were ok. But I'm sorry if you didn't want me over here, I can go back now that I know you're alright." With that she turned around, and before Yama could stop her, she had easily leaped across to her balcony, landing lightly next to her guitar. As Yama watched her feet touch down by the shiny guitar, it made him remember what he had been pondering earlier.
"Hey, wait!" he said, hurriedly walking closer to her balcony, his arm slightly raised, as if he had been trying to stop her. She turned around to look at him, and for the moment, Yamato looked her over. She truly did look around his age, maybe only a few inches shorter than him, and most of her height was in her legs. He was shocked that her shiny hair went well past her hips, and that her skin was tanned so darkly. When you added her pretty face with long curled bangs that danced around in the wind… she was… quite stunning to look at. "Um, listen, I'm Yamato. Yamato Ishida… I live here with my dad, cuz my parents are divorced. What's your name?"
The young girl watched a smirk spread across the blonde's tempting face and sighed. She knelt down and picked up her guitar with a kind of fondness, looking down at it as she spoke. "I'm Buritani May Kazuhari. But my friends all called me Brit... And Muse called me May. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ishida."
Yamato could instantly note a certain sadness in her voice, seeing that she looked so upset. He tried to talk a bit friendlier towards her, wondering if he had said something wrong. "Then I'll call you Brit too. And you don't have to call me Mr. O.o;; I'd rather you just called me Yamato…"
Brit looked up and gave him a fake smile that outdid his own, nodding as she picked up her amplifier, appearing as if she was going back inside. "Alright Yamato, I can do that. And I'm glad that I have such a nice new neighbor."
Dumbstruck at why she was leaving, Yamato replied in protest, "Where are you going? Are you just going to leave?"
"I'm sorry" Brit said, turning back to face him. "Did you need something? I really shouldn't be out here you know. Daddy told me to get my new school uniform today, because he's making me go to school tomorrow. But I've been playing all afternoon because I slept all day, so I don't even know where I'm supposed to go." Right after she finished talking, it was as if a thought had hit her, as she smiled brightly at him, dropping both the amplifier and the guitar to the ground once again, causing Yama to twitch from such neglect. "Oh Yamato! Do you go to Odaiba High School!"
O.o;; "Yeah…"
"Then you must know where I can go to get fitted for my uniform!"
Disinterested in what she was talking about, Yama's gaze remained on the shiny instrument that had taken a nasty fall to the ground. "Uniform? Oh…Yeah… Erhm… now, Brit, tell me… what kind of a guitar is that…? Because it looks awfully expensive." Yamato asked her, trying to get a better look at the guitar.
Taken off-guard at having been so abruptly switched to a new topic, Brit looked from her guitar to Yama, replying as if she had been reading straight from a magazine, "It's a Fender. A Ritchie Blackmore Strat. Roland-Ready…? What about it?"
If the blow to his head made him stumble, that was nothing compared to how Yamato reacted when she finished talking. Had he not been pulling on his hair, he would have fainted. In disbelief, he shrieked, "That's a Six thousand dollar guitar! O.o! And I've seen you drop it twice in the past five minutes!"
Brit blinked a few times, looking even more puzzled. "Thirty Eight…"
"What?"
"Thirty Eight thousand… The strings are pure platinum and so are the turning pegs, the bridge and the fret marks. And it doesn't come in baby pink, Daddy had it customized that way for me." She leaned over to pick it up, walking closer to show it to Yamato, who was turning whiter by the minute. "Plus, if you look at the neck, I had all my friends signatures laced into it in silver as well. And if there were i's in their names I had them dotted with diamonds…"
Slightly coming out of his daze, Yamato managed to tap on the top end of the neck, looking over at her. "There… there aren't any signatures… on this end. Did you leave it open for something?"
Looking even more upset, Brit nodded to him as she nervously pulled the guitar away. "Muse had me promise to leave it open so that I could get all my new friends signatures engraved onto it… once I moved here."
Yama blinked, hoping he wasn't being too prying. "Muse?"
Brit nodded. "He was my boyfriend in America. I broke up with him because I didn't want him to have to miss me when I… moved here to Japan." Her once confident and joyful voice now turned lifeless and shaky, as if those words had struck a cord in her soul. "But Yamato, please…" She said, turning to look at him, successfully changing the subject back again. "I really must get my uniform. It's already 4:30, and I don't know how long it will take to get tailored. Won't you please tell me where I have to go?"
Yama glanced down at her, smirking as he let the wind lick at his hair. "Yeah, it's just down the corner. But I'll come with you; they give discounts on kids who bring in their student ID's. We can leave right now if you'd like, the store is only a few blocks from here."
Her bright smile made every bit of her seem 10 times happier as she nodded her head with enthusiasm. "Yes Yamato, I would like that very much! I'm just going to get changed, alright?" She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "I'm still in my pajamas." ;;
Yama laughed a little, waving off her apology with his hand in a friendly gesture. "It's no big deal; take your time. I'll meet you downstairs in say… Fifteen Minutes?"
The seemingly more chipper brunette nodded again in agreement, stepping over her guitar as she left it out on the balcony to soak in the sun, yelling back at him as her voice faded, "Alright Yamato, I'll meet you downstairs then!"
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Tee hee! … -; Alright well review…. Oo; it gives me an ego boost or something... Now I must go study for my Chemistry test ;;;
