Somehow or another, Michael had, after a brutal attack from their cat on Shuichi, ended up playing his violin to the man, yes, he had thought about playing poorly, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He played four pieces for the man, The Devil's Trill, The Nutcracker Suite, Ziegeunerweisen, and William Tell.

"Wow! Your really good!" Shuichi said, sitting cross-legged on the couch.

"Well, I try." Michael said, placing his instrument safely in the case and shutting it inside. He wondered when his father would be home.

"Wow... Oh!" Shuichi noticed the clock. Its about time that you got to bed, you do have school in the morning."

"... oh yea..." He sighed. He wasn't that tired though.

It was an interesting evening with the man, they talked about his school, it was the same school that Shuichi had gone to when he was still in it, music and books. He had suprised Shuichi with his choice of music, since his father did manage pop stars, he guessed that the former band member thought that he'd like the stuff his father managed. But no, not at all. He liked bands like Dir En Gray and Malice Mizer and liked not only rock and heavy metal stuff, but the classical music as well. Shuichi made the comment that it was a strange combination of music choices. But he did not care what the man thought. H he liked what he liked and there was nothing that he could do to change it.

He was sort of glad to have some company other than his strict father. Well, he thought he was strict, strict now after he had that talk with his principal. Even though Shuichi was a bit annoying at times, he was glad.

"So, why did my father decide to hire you?" He asked.

"Well... I'm sure that you know about me and Yuki.." Michael nodded. He remembered his father telling him many times that he wished Shuichi and Yuki could cut their crap and either stay together or leave each other. "... well me and Yuki are not doing so well again and I'm living with my parents with nothing better to do, so K asked me, 'Hey! Watch my kid, I'll pay you.' so I said yes, and well, I get a call from him saying, 'Get over to my place now and watch my kid.' Sooooo here I am." He smiled, "Watching you."

The blond was quiet. "I... see..." he said, holding his case up. "Well... I guess I ought to get to bed, the morning awaits me.."

"OK! Good night Michael!" Shuichi said, jumping up and giving the boy a hug.

Michael had immediately tensed at the touch of the other man, he was not used to hugs from people and certainly not from former clients of his father. After the man let go of him, he scurried off to his room, shutting the door behind him.

Falling to his bed he looked to the ceiling for a while, it was going to be a long long day the next day, he just had the undying feeling. He looked over at his alarm clock, it was almost two in the morning. Where was his father? He began to feel concerned for a few moments before he shrugged it off. His father will come home when he feels he should, why should Michael even care when that would be?

Without even turning out the light, or undressing, he fell asleep, into a deep sleep. One that wasn't disturbed until the alarm buzzed loudly to wake him up at five thirty in the morning. He groaned and pulled the pillow out from under his head to slam on the clock. But the buzzing still rang out, he opened his eyes, his light in his room was still on, but he was in his pajama's, of when he was six, they had trains and trucks on them. He sat up, confused and rubbed his eyes to get a better look of his surroundings.

Clocks. Everywhere in his room, there were clocks, the buzzing and beeping of at least one hundred of them rang out to him, his ears began to hurt with the noise. He covered them but the sound was still there.

Quickly he sat up in his bed. Panting and sweating. He looked around him, his blanket was pulled over top of him and the light in his room was turned off. He was still in his school uniform from yesterday. He looked at the clock. It was six twenty three. Two minutes before his alarm was to go off. He quickly looked around his room. There were no other clocks, just his bed in the center of the far wall, his dresser, his closet and his desk. He sighed with relief.