Bored. That was all that could associate with Michael. His history teacher's sub was dragging out his words and to the blond boy, he thought that the man was falling asleep in his own words. He still felt horrible about what had happened the other night when he got drunk, but he was glad that Sakano was able to forgive him for what had happened.
He sighed and closed his eyes, he felt really tired all of a sudden, it was most likely the boring teacher but his mind was preoccupied with other things before something hit the side of his head, making him turn behind him to find the culprit, it was Fuuji.
"What is it you want?" He asked his friend.
"Want? Oh I just thought I should wake you from your daze." He whispered and smiled slightly, he put a hand to his mouth and leaned forward. "You know, I think this guy is about to fall asleep soon, he looks bored with his work."
"Yeah..." Michael agreed. He looked up to the clock and groaned lightly, he had to wait in this room with the boring teacher for another half hour, then it would be lunch time and he'd get to talk with Fuuji more than he already was. "Hey, Fuuji?" he leaned back so that his friend could hear him.
"Yes, Mikey-chan." the other boy teased and Michael shook his head.
"What do you think of Chaika?" He asked, looking over at the girl who he had not noticed that much before.
"Chaika? Oh her? Well, she's kind of cute, I don't know much about her other than she has a huge crush on you." his friend chuckled and patted his shoulder.
Michael looked over at her, watching her take notes as she was listening intently on the subs words. How could she not be bored? The rest of the class seemed like they were going to die from this man's ramblings on about whatever it was he was trying to teach. He looked down at his blank paper that would have been filled with notes had the real teacher been there. Suddenly it struck him, an idea. Picking up his pencil he began to draw a clef, and the lines that go after it.
When the bell had finally rung to indicate the end of class and the beginning of lunch, he was proud to say that he had a page and a half of sheet music written, all that there was to do was to see if it would sound right on the instrument instead of in his head.
"Winchester-san."
He looked over at a group of girls that were in front of him. "Uh, yes?" he asked.
"These are for you." One of the six said, handing him a box, the others handed him boxes as well.
What is this for? he thought to himself and he opened one of the boxes. It was full of chocolates. That was right, it was Valentines day. He cursed his good looks and girl-nice personality. Now he was going to have to buy all these girls chocolates on White day, that was going to put a chunk in his wallet.
The lunch period was spent trying to get girls from giving him chocolate, as girls from other classes came over to great him and give him their chocolates and cakes. He ended up with 53 exact boxes of chocolates and only 9 cakes. He was very unsure of how he was going to get it all home, he would have shared with Fuuji, but then the girls that gave him the boxes would think that he did not like them, how unlucky he was but lucky all the same.
He felt bad for Fuuji, he never got many chocolates, only about a dozen or less. Though it was not his fault that his best friend did not have such good looks as he did, but then he felt a bit coxcombical to his thinking of looks and how he looked better, though there it was again. He sighed.
When lunch was over, he was glad to be able to get out of that stuffy classroom and made his way to the music room. Practice was a bit harsh sometimes, but he was glad that he never got yelled at. As the teacher had told him, 'You the best player that I have and there is no need to tell you how to "improve" your already flawless self.'
Flawless... he could only hope so. Though it was true, he had been playing the violin since he was a small boy and it always came natural to him. It was always something to get his mind off things, but what he was looking forward to doing was seeing how his mind song came out. Thought that would have had to wait until after class was over.
He was suprised when he came into the classroom though. There was a woman beside his teacher, he was not sure who she was but the man seemed to be talking with her seriously. He paid no more mind to her or the teacher and took his first chair position. When the bells for class to start rung and the teacher took his hand up, the children around him as well as himself, readied for the start of their practices, there was an upcoming contest in the next three weeks and their teacher wanted to get them into winning shape.
He did not exactly know why, but the woman that was in the room kept looking at him. He was sure that it either had to be his hair, being naturally blond, or because he seemed a bit more tense than the other people around him. He felt nervous for some reason or another, and knew it was that woman's doings. He tried to ignore it through the process of the instructions.
When class was almost done, and the children were either practicing on their own or talking, he took out his paper he wrote on during history. He set it on the stand and looked at it for a moment before positioning his violin beneath his chin, taking the bow to the strings and started to play it. It sounded alright to him, not the best but it could be fixed with a bit of tweaking, though he knew it couldn't have been as bad as he was thinking because everyone was quiet to hear him play. When he had lowered his bow and removed his violin from his shoulder, the class applauded him.
It was not unnatural for the class to praise his playing, as he was the best player in the class. Though he never expected what happened next to have happened. The woman that was talking with the teacher walked over to him.
"Hello Winchester-san." She said and smiled at him. She was a pretty woman for her age, her age of which he could not really guess. Long hair and a form fitting gray woman's suit. "I'm Yasori of the Harmonic Orchestra of Japan, I came here because I heard of a young man who plays very well."
"O...k..." was all that he could get out. He knew that the Harmonic Orchestra was one of the best Orchestra's of Japan and had even won a reward in the US.
"We want you to join us."
On the way to his locker he had thought over the words of the woman earlier in his class.
"We want you to join us."
He did not know what to say, but she had given him a business card if he decides to or not. It was a once in a lifetime thing that had happened. He was not sure what to do and thought about asking his father for advice, but remembered that he was angry at him and did not want to even bother.
He set down his violin case and bags of chocolates he received to open the door of his locker and was suprised to find it already open. He blinked for a moment before moving the door. Inside of the locker he found a small box, the box was a purple color and was two inches high and four inches wide. Who? He thought and reached for the box, underneath the box he found what had to be forty sheets of blank music sheets, a blue bow was tied around it. The box, contained a single piece of hand made chocolate but there was not a letter, nor a note to tell who had given it to him.
