Dark-birdie: WAH, too many fics to work on! And I was thinking of another series too xX oooooyyy… too many series at once xX anywho, next chapter, enjoy.

This Crazy Love Story

Song Two

"Class, this is Cesia Okashima, a transfer student from Okinawa. Please welcome her here."

The new girl bowed, letting her slightly curled, long raven-black hair float about her. "Hello." She said, giving a polite smile.

"Uh…let's see. You can sit next to Mr. Kirashima. Rath! Please raise your hand to show Miss Okashima where you are," commanded the teacher.

Rath blinked out of his half-asleep daze. He raised his hand like a zombie, looking out the window as to see if anything was interesting outside.

"Hi!"

"Hn?" Rath turned his head in the direction of the voice.

Bright violet eyes looked back at him.

"Yah, hey," he said coolly, staring down at the blank piece of paper in front of him. He spun the pen in between his fingers, thinking of inspiration for a new song.

The class continued on.

"What're you writing?"

Rath, slightly startled, answered, "Song lyrics." This new girl was…odd, in his mind. No one had ever asked him what he had been writing during class.

"You write songs?" she asked intently, terribly interested.

"Yup."

"I do too!" she said in a slight squeal. "Do you know of the FDR?"

"Fire Dragon Records? Only one of the hottest recording studios out there," he said in return. He started to scribble something down on the paper.

"My dad's the owner."

"WHAT!" a pencil snapped and scribbles were drawn across the paper.

"Is there something wrong Mr. Kirishima?" asked the teacher, pausing his lecture looking slightly "P.O.'ed".

"Ah, no, not really," he sweated, slowly retracting back into his seat.

"Good then." And the teacher continued with his lesson.

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"Rune! Ruuuuuuuune!"

"YES, Rath?"

"New girl- recording studio- dad- MY CHANCE!" he gasped in between breaths.

"You are making absolutely NO sense," said Rune tiredly, "Breathe after running, THEN talk."

"Yeah yeah," he panted, catching his breath. "Anyways, I was saying that the new girl, you know, Cesia, her dad!"

"What ABOUT her dad?"

"HE OWNS FIRE DRAGON RECORDS! THE Fire Dragon Records! As in the hottest recording studio in this century!"

"And…?"

"THIS COULD BE MY BIG BREAK YOU SHITHEAD!" cheered Rath, yelling his heart out. "If I get close to her I can get her let me meet her dad!"

"Wouldn't that be kind of mean? Getting close to someone for fame, that is."

"Rune, this is my only chance. My chance to find my parents!"

Once again, that pang of guilt hit Rune. All Rath really wanted was to stop being alone, to be comforted by loving parents.

But he had none.

Rune sighed. "Fine…do whatever…"

"Yay! You're in!"

Rune put a hand to his forehead. "I have a bad feeling about this."

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"Good morning Cesia!"

"Er…hello…?" Cesia stared. Yesterday he had seemed like Mr. Silent, but today he had a sudden high of cheerfulness.

Rath sat at his desk, adjacent to that of Cesia's, and hung his bag around the back of the chair.

'This'll be a cinch,' thought Rath to himself. Though a bit conceited about the fact, he had realized in middle school that girls always flocked around him. He remembered Rune saying his cool "demeanor", or some other big word like that, and his looks attracted girls.

The school day started and Cesia looked forward at the board. A couple minutes past, but she couldn't rid herself of the feeling that she was being watched.

After a few more moments of that itching sensation, she looked around for the source of the watching.

To her left, in plain sight, Rath was staring at her face, smiling.

"You're really pretty, you know that?"

"Wha…" The girl's face quickly turned red at the sudden compliment. 'Wait a minute…'

"Ha! And now you're turning red!" he whispered loudly.

"Er…yah, sorry," she mumbled, looking down at her desk. 'Damn…'

"Don't be, I thought it was cute," he said back, suavely.

Cesia sighed. 'I guess it's already happening…' she thought, taking notes on the paper in front of her. 'Every time I transfer to a new school I only make fake friends because of my dad…' she gripped her pencil harder. 'And then some cute boy comes alone, pretends to love me, gets famous, and then breaks my heart…' She looked directly into Rath's eyes. "Do me a favor," she said, holding her pencil so tight that it felt as if it were to snap at any second. "Don't be my friend just to get to my dad."

Rath blinked, startled. He was just at the beginning of his plan, and she had already discovered his drive.

"Your expression already proves that I'm right. You just think that by getting close to me you'll reach fame…" she said sadly.

"No, you're wrong, I-"

The bell rang calling for break.

"Please, just shut up."

And she left the room.

Rath just sat there in his desk, stunned still.

"Judging by your daze I'd say your plan failed," said Rune, arriving at Rath's desk just as Cesia passed through the door.

"You shut up," he mumbled grumpily, "You'll see, I'll get her to like me no matter what!" Flames arose in his eyes with determination.

"Suit yourself…"

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Cesia ruffled through the thousands upon thousands of papers in front of her.

'Okay…let's see. This article is for this month's issue, and then this is overdue already, and…' she sighed as she realized all the work she was going to have to do this weekend. But still, she didn't regret joining the school's Newsletter club. Being given the position of head journalist made her feel important, and journalism was a subject she exceeded in.

'What's that?'

A flow of music floated from the window to her ears. She swung around in her chair.

"Rath!"

The boy sat on the windowsill, holding an acoustic guitar in his hand, singing.

"…She walks into my life
And my world is still
She reached into my soul
And all my doubts were killed
That's when my loneliness subsided

She looks into my eyes
And I'm alive again…"

"GET DOWN FROM THERE!" she yelled, yanking the boy off the windowsill, "This is the second floor you idiot! How did you even get in here!"

"I climbed," he answered bluntly, carefully lifting up his guitar as to not get it ruined.

"Are you crazy! What are you even doing here!"

"Trying to prove to you that I don't like you just because you're dad is the owner of fire-whatever."

Cesia turned away from him. "Fat chance there."

Rath pouted. "Oh come on! Why can't you just trust me?"

"Because I know how this works!" she yelled, "You'll say everything in the world to reassure that you like me, but then once you get famous…you'll just break my heart…I've been through it before…It's the same thing with everyone." She began to silently cry into her sleeves.

"Who says I'm everyone?" he asked, getting up from the floor, "I could be different." He rummaged around in his pocket and took out a handkerchief. He handed the piece of woven cloth to her. "I know people can like you for you and not for your dad."

She took the handkerchief and looked up at him. "Thanks…" she wiped her eyes with it and muttered, "I liked your song…"

"Thanks," he answered back, "I wrote it after I met you."

Amidst the raven hair buried in the handkerchief, a smile spread across Cesia's face. Maybe he really was different from everyone else.

Rath, too, had a smile upon his face.

But for the totally opposite reason.

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