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IKUTO'S P.O.V
Super...I have to teach a dimwit. At least, so far she seems to be a dimwit.
"I'm sorry about my sister," Yaya said quietly, "She's a bit harsh sometimes."
"She nearly killed me!" I shouted back, right in her face. Yaya's eyes welled up with tears. I nearly laughed.
"Again, I apologize for Ali-Sama's actions," Now, her tears were dripping on the stage.
I sighed, leading her to the piano, "So, why don't we start with something easy. How about Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?"
"Oh, I know that one, easy."
Before I could protest, Yaya began playing the song. She played the harder, classical version. It was very beautiful, I had to admit.
"Do you know anymore?" I asked Yaya, "I mean, bigger, more difficult."
"Of course," She replied, cracking her fingers, "Can it be a non-classical song? I've learned song covers at home."
"Sure, why not?"
As I finished my sentence, she began playing a wonderful version of Canterella.
"Why did your parents sign you up for lessons? You're really good."
Yaya sighed, "My mom thinks I suck. She always yells at me when I screw up, Allison too. The only reason I have to learn is so my mom can still hear piano in the house."
I paused, "What do you mean, still?"
"My dad played wonderfully, but he died several years ago, when I was 4."
"I don't have a dad either. He was an evil menass."
"So, see you tomorrow?" I asked, fully smiling.
"Of course, Ikuto-Sama!" Yaya burstingly replied, shaking my hand.
I watch her skip out the door, as her sister Allison glared at me from behind. Yaya's not to bad, I thought to myself, tapping my chin.
YAYA'S P.O.V
"So, how were lessons?" Ali-Sama asked me.
"Good! Ikuto-Sama thinks I did really well."
"Nice," She fist-palmed me, "Takin' back what he said!"
"Yep."
"Is he in your classes?" Asked Allison.
"He's in my club, but no, not my classes."
"Oh, so you know him?"
"Yep."
"Nice."
When I got home, I quickly tried to sneak into my room, but my mom caught me.
"How were lessons?" She asked dryly.
"Good, I guess."
"They kicked you out, didn't they? See Yaya, you're such a spoiled brat, an-"
"Ikuto said I played beautifully, and hopes to see me again tomorrow."
Mom seemed suprised, "Oh. Go to your room honey, Allison needs to cook dinner."
I walked away fast, and slammed the door. I hate my mother sooooo much!