A/N: hey guys! My papers are finally over, so I'll just spend to rest of the year writing. Hopefully I'll be able to get 1 chapter a week… highly possible but unlikely. Anyway, chapter 8!
The weeks past with Kyo teaching Tohru how to play the guitar on Mondays. He jammed with the rest of the band for the days after that. Tohru was getting better with each and every lesson, but Kyo guessed she still had a long way to go. On Tuesday, Kyo was leaving the school when he heard someone call him. He looked over his back and saw Tohru running after him. "Hi Kyo-kun!" She gave him a goofy grin. "Hey… going to work?" He motioned to her large bag in which contained her uniform. "Mm-hmm! Are you going home?" Tohru asked him. He shook his head, "I'm going to meet the band." "I see, so we're going to same way then!" Tohru said as they started walking together, talking about anything and everything under the sun. During then, Kyo laughed and smiled, one of the few things he rarely showed people.
"You know, you should smile more, Kyo-kun! You look really nice when you smile." Tohru looked up at him, and then realized what she had just said. She blushed all the way down to her roots. Kyo looked at her quizzically. "Th-That's not what I meant! If you don't want to smile, then don't! I'm sorry! I should not have…" "Shut up, Tohru." Kyo said. It worked too. Tohru blushed some more and looked down at the floor. She did not see Kyo blush or smile. She walked straight into a lamppost. He laughed.
Kyo pushed open the door of the jamming studio. He found the rest of the band huddling over the drum set. When they saw him, they called him over and shoved a flier in his face. "What the hell!' He cried as the paper hit his face. "Take a look at this! It's a band competition! Dude, we could get famous through this! And just look at the prize. 50-freaking-thousand in cold hard cash!" Azusa exclaimed. Kyo stared at the flier. This was it; this was how they as a band could make it.
As he read the contents of the flier, his face fell. "It says here that we have to perform an original song. And…" He skimmed the contents of the flier, looking for the information he wanted. "We have to get it done in 2 weeks." He looked up at his band mates; they were staring at him hopefully. "Maybe you could write one for us?" Soshi asked. The rest of the band nodded enthusiastically. "God knows we tried, and it all came out wrong, we just don't have the talent for writing, you know? You look like you'll be able to do it." Ryoki said in agreement to his fellow band mate. Kyo knew he was in some deep shit now. "Fine, I'll try. No guarantees that it'll turn out nice though." The rest of the jamming session went smoothly, except for the occasional glitches from the various members. It was a fruitful sessions though. Kyo left the place thoroughly exhausted.
Kyo got to work once he reached home. As he thought of what to write about, he thoughts floated to a girl with deep blue eyes and long chocolate brown hair. He tried, he really did. But it ended up like a manufactured pop song. He ran his fingers through his bright orange hair and sighed, clearly frustrated. He finally gave up around midnight and crawled into his black sheets, falling into dreams of a certain girl he found oh-so-attractive, just that he didn't know it yet. It really was amazing how dense some guys could be sometimes.
At 8 in the morning, his alarm clock sprang into life, dancing on his tabletop. He groaned and fell into slumber again, only to wake up half an hour later finding out that he was really, really late for school. The boy got up, brushed his teeth, changed his clothes and took off at top speed for school. He did not want to be the reason for the wrath of the school principal, knowing how much of a prick the principal could be for tardiness in his school. What was the name of the boy the principal hated so much? Kyo Sohma of course.
"Thank you for gracing us with your presence today, Mr. Sohma." Miss Mayu said when Kyo burst through the door for the last bit of his first class. He mumbled his apologies and slid into the chair behind Tohru. His hair was uncombed, not all the buttons were buttoned. He looked like he had just fell out of bed. He was stared at by both the sexes in his class. The girls because he looked utterly sexy with his messed up hair and rumpled up clothes. The boys were staring for an entirely different reason, they were jealous at all the attention Kyo was getting. Each boy was secretly planning not to comb their hair or iron their clothes.
All except Yuki, who was fuming silently at all the attention Kyo was getting. He disliked Kyo, he just didn't like Kyo's face. He also knew that Kyo detested him, which was why they never talked or even glanced at the other party. They just acted like the other party did not exist.
Tohru wondered where Kyo was when he did not turn up for his first class. She took down her notes with him in mind when Kyo burst through the door of the class. He had clearly overslept. After the sarcastic remark from the teacher, her eyes followed him all the way to his table. He looked at her and gave her a secretive smile, which only she saw. She blushed and gave him her widest smile. She could not focus for the rest of the class, only thinking of the boy who sat behind her and how good he looked even when he had just gotten out of bed. Her notes were left uncompleted.
A/N: It's done it's done! If I'm feeling bored, maybe I'll start on the next chapter tomorrow. It's one in the morning and I'm deadbeat. Good night everybody! Please remember to review!