-:This is it! This is what you guys have been waiting for; Issun and Waka come into play! This awesome special super-epic person totally gave me the idea of a lifetime. You know who you are, and thanks a whole bunch! I don't think this chapter would come so soon if it wasn't for you xD Anyways, enjoy! Keep writing reviews, making requests, and asking questions; I'll always read them, try my best to make them happen, and answer them! THANKS~! 8D:-

Nure slipped quietly out of her dorm room, and tip-toed down the hallway, and out, into the main building. So far, so good, she thought. She had almost made it to the music room when she heard a loud rumble. The girl turned around quickly and sidestepped gracefully, just missing a charging boy who raced past her and nearly fell down the stairs that lead to the Art hallway.

"Ite, you idiot! You could've killed both of us, trying to tackle me like that. What are you, mental?" Nure laughed in her joking manner. Ite, the boy, stumbled to his feet and grinned at her, with his lopsided grin. He was relatively tall and noticeably solid; muscles stood out under his shirt. His hair was almost bleached-white, and his eyes burned an icy gray. He seemed to like a tough demeanor; he even went as far as piercing his left nostril.

"Oh c'mon, Nure, you knew this would happen! I saw you leaving your room; thought you could escape me, huh," he chuckled as he leaned against the wall infront of Nure. "So, headed to Music?"

Nure held her books against her, and the two posing looked a lot like those scenes Nure would watch, in her animes, with the big bad boy and the sweet, straight-A's girl; in fact, the thought described the scene very well. Nure smiled at her friend, her silver, straight-cut bangs swishing as she nodded. She was relatively tall, and very lanky. Her eyes were always narrowed, and held a sunlight-hitting-a-leaf green affect. Her hair was quite long, and as already described, silver.

"Anyways, I better head on in. I'm going to be late if you keep me here!" Nure pushed gently on Ite's chest and shuffled into the Music room, which was already filled with students. She recognized the triplets, Saki, Tsuta, and Hasu. The three each held their own instruments; Saki and his sho, Tsuta and his cymbals, and Hasu with his shakuhachi. Hasu waved to Nure, but it was Tsuta who called out her name. It sounded odd and deformed, and Nure saw a short boy with short black hair wince. She hurried over to the three brothers, who all smiled at her- even Saki, who apparently refused to look at her. A couple other people came over from the commotion, and one even started to harass the brothers.

"Haha, say something, dummy! C'mon, you can play your shaku-thingie perfectly, but you can't even make a peep!"

Saki stood up defiantly to protect Hasu.

"It's not my brother's fault he's mute, you big bully! Why don't you just leave us alone? We never did anything to you!"

The bully continued. "And you, blindie! You're so pretty at playing your lute, but you can't see your fingers. Do you guys do witchcraft or something to play?"

Nure swiftly slipped between Saki and the bully, although Hasu looked ready to murder. Tsuta liked to stay out of disputes, but Saki and Hasu were close and always stood up for each other, even if Hasu's only way of protecting his brothers was though violence. She was about to say something, but the black-haired boy from earlier was quicker.

"Lay of them, stupid! If you pick a fight with some kids who have less of a life than you do, there's somethin' messed up with your brain."

The kid tapped his head and winked at Nure. She noticed that Saki was feeling for her ear, so she bent down by him.

"That kid, does he have black hair like Tsuta says?"

"Yeah, he does. Why, do you know him," Nure asked with surprise. The kid seemed reluctant to talk to the brothers when she first came into the classroom.

"His name's Issun. He's said to be a painting prodigy. He's sorta friend-enemies with this guy named Waka, who Tsuta says has long, blonde hair. I've heard Waka play the flute, and he's really, really good at it; and is apparently a really good sword-fighter too."

Nure smiled at Saki, and he smiled back. Saki seemed to sense when and what facial expression Nure, or anybody, was making were their face was close enough. "You seem to know your facts," she joked. He nodded and grinned even wider. "Yeah, I guess."

It was then that a long, blonde-haired boy walked in. Waka, Nure thought. He was carrying his flute in his belt like a sword, which was odd; flutes, especially wooden ones like his, are very fragile and if he turned the wrong way, it would snap.

Distracted by Waka's entrance, Issun paused. This gave the bully enough time to slug the boy in the cheek. "That's for smart-mouthing me!"

Waka and Nure both shot forward, but Nure reached him first. Softly curling her first so that her fingertips were together but the rest of her hand wasn't, she jabbed the bully right on his left temple. He was stunned long enough for Waka to shove him into a nearby chair and turn him around.

Issun stood up holding his cheek while Hasu looked concerned for him. Tsuta, not hearing anything, stared ahead, swinging his legs gaily. Instantly after Issun was confirmed to be completely okay, with just a bruise, the music director walked in and rapped the nearest stand loudly with a drumstick.

"Get in your chairs, now, students! We'll be playing a traditional song today, so be prepared!"