The next afternoon Aika was aimlessly wandering the halls. "hmmmmm, I wonder what class I should take now?" she walked past numerous classrooms that didn't interest her. "martial arts class doesn't start for another hour." she said with a sigh. as she walked down the sun-lit corridors, she could hear the sounds of numerous instruments; they seemed to be playing a familiar tune, however she could not quite place it. she followed the music down the hall until reaching the room from which the music originated. it seemed the music had reached its climax, and ended, just as she arrived. as she looked around the room; she could see that all the musicians had already begun to disperse. she walked in and looked around the room. the large, glass, dome ceiling lit the room with sunlight. "excuse me, are you a new student?" the new voice suddenly asked. "oh, uh, yes." she hurriedly spat. "well, class is over for today, but you can come back tomorrow." this tall, dark haired, woman seemed to be the music professor. "what instrument do you play?" Aika hesitated for a moment, before answering "I don't play anything yet." with that, the professor's expression changed from a friendly smile, to a blank impatient one. "this is not a class for beginners," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not here to teach you how to play 'twinkle twinkle' on the clarinet." she said, gesturing her arms to further imply her impatience. "this class builds upon the skills that you ALREADY have." Aika-now wishing she had taken band in high school-averted her eyes before replying "oh, sorry." the professor- now feeling a bit guilty at the sight of the now two inch tall, girl standing before her-quickly changed her tone. "well, um, I'm sorry, but I'm terribly busy today." she said; before striding away in a hurry. with the professor gone she continued her inspection of the room, she could see that most of the other students had already left; looking to the back of the room she noticed to guys still sitting on the benches. the one on the left had shaggy, black, hair; a sky-blue button down shirt, and jeans. he appeared to be cleaning some kind of black flute. she began making her way closer to the two young men. the boy on the right seemed a bit intimidating; sporting a dusty blond Mohawk, and wearing a white t-shirt with fishnet underneath; and faded, ripped blue jeans. he seemed to be tuning some kind of blue guitar. she sat with a sigh, in the space between the two men. "I didn't know this class was so advanced." she said; hoping to start a conversation. the man cleaning his flute barely stopped to give a side glance "heh, yah." he then returned his attention to the task at hand. ~okaaaay.~ she thought; feeling a bit discomforted. before she had a chance to walk away; the other boy looked up from his guitar, and said "so, I take it you don't play?" she was a bit surprised by his genuine smile, and for the first time, she saw his piercing blue eyes; the color of which reminded her of blue topaz. suddenly, she felt her heart begin to beat a little faster. "no," she responded. "I wish now, I would have taken band in high school." after sharing a small moment of laughter, Aika decided to state the obvious; if only for the sake of conversation. "so, you play guitar?" but the blond quickly corrected her "this is NOT a guitar. Its a sitar." "oh." the blond could tell by the puzzled look on her face that she obviously did not know the difference between the two. "a guitar has six strings, and my sitar has only three." Aika cocked her head to the side. "that doesn't sound like you could make much music with only three strings." the young Sitarist seemed some what glad she had said that. "you'd be surprised." and with that he began to pluck at the strings; an up-beat melodious tune began streaming from his fingertips. the man who had been cleaning his flute, rolled his eyes and walked away; Aika could not understand how one could not enjoy the beautiful sounds her new friend was creating. when the sitar solo was finished, she clapped excitedly. "wow, your so good!" the blond only smiled proudly in response. Aika continued to complement him. "you don't even need to be in this class!" "yah, that's what Mrs. Robinson says. I mostly take this class for fun." suddenly Aika realized that she still didn't know this man's name. "Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Aika." "I'm Demyx." replied the blond, Sitarist.