NOTE:

We used the term "Fata" in the previous chapter; it's just another term for 'fairy'

sorry for the dalay, M.R. and I had a lot going on, we had a couple of issues concerning our college admissions. M.R. has decided to take up graphic design while I am heading towards genetics, but I have written a few med school exams, so if I get in, I'll take that up instead.

forgive a little OOC-ness observed in the characters here, we thought it was sincerely funny.

Enjoy chapter 2!


Yunoki absolutely loved spending time alone. No annoying girls screaming his name, no one expecting him to be brilliant, or anything else for that matter.

With his flute case in one hand, he walked towards the hallway that led towards the practice rooms. He had just stopped outside the room which he had booked when a loud and rather unappealing voice resonated through the hallway, resembling the call of a constipated crow.

"YUUUUNOOOKI SENPAAAIII!

Alarmed at the sound, the flutist turned to see who was calling him in this most undignified fashion.

"Hino?" he asked as he saw the red-haired girl coming towards him with a gait that gave the appearance that she had springs attached to the bottom of her shoes.

"I finally found you! You're a slippery little flutist!" she gushed affectionately, before skipping up to him and warmly embracing him.

Azuma's eyes widened from shock, before he tried to break free from the puppy-eyed girl's grip.

"Ngh ngh. I don't wanna let you go just yet. It's been too long since I last saw you."

Too long since she last saw him? She had seen him just that morning, before rushing away to her class from apparent fear that he might tease her again.

Azuma reduced his voice to an almost non-audible whisper and hissed, "What the hell are you doing Kahoko?" Has your underdeveloped brain finally lost it? Let go of me before someone sees us!"

When she made no effort to release him, Azuma impatiently poked her at the ribs. With a giggle that sounded more like a muffled shriek, she let him go. His victory was short lived however; no sooner had he managed to turn around to escape into the practice room than the over-zealous girl grabbed him by his collar and wrapped her arms around him before resting her head against his back.

Kami Sama, she's finally lost it, thought the irked and slightly freaked out Yunoki as Kahoko nuzzled her face deeper into his blazer.

"Kahoko let go of me! I have to practice now! And what would everyone say if they saw us like this?"

"Practice you say?" she asked him eagerly with an interested look.

"Yes."

"Then let's practice together!" she chirped in enthusiasm.

"There's so much you can teach me!"

In spite of the situation, Azuma's devious mind already formed an innuendo, and he wondered if the violinist had realized how suggestive her words sounded. Furthermore, punishing her would be a far more satisfying way of getting back at her for the scenario that was happening at present.

"Is there anything particular you wish to practice?" he asked, not able to believe that he was asking this question to the most dense-headed girl he had ever met.

"Well yeah! I'm actually interested in learning flute, so I was hoping you would teach me! I even got a CD with some famous compositions!"

She pulled out the CD she had bought the yesterday and waved it in front of his face.

"You'll teach me right?" she asked him hopefully.

He would teach her, after all. He was her sweet yet naughty little flutist. There was no way he could say no. At least, that was what one would believe after getting shot in the rear with a very powerful Cupid's arrow.

Azuma took in a steadying breath and quietly said, "No."

Kahoko felt her heart skip a beat. Had he just denied her request?

"I'm sorry senpai?"

"No! I refuse to teach you Hino! You, an amateur who just recently learned to play the scale on the violin! What made you think I would teach you?"

"You're my sweet itty bitty 'lil flutey wooty player, that's why!" she said, not at all bothered by his diatribe.

Azuma was now truly frustrated. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at her choice of words.

Her sweet itty bitty flutey wooty player?

What had happened to her? She always used to run away at the sight of him, and now she was stuck to him like barnacles on the underside of a whale. He desperately needed to get away before someone found him in this highly undignified position.

His salvation came in the form of the sound of boots clicking against the smooth tiles.

The steps were confident and quite apparently not made by the school loafers. A swift form dressed in a combination of khaki walked passed the little gathering barely sparing them a glance.

Unfortunately the same couldn't be said of Kahoko who was momentarily distracted from her horrified flautist by a flash of auburn hair.

"I-it couldn't be! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAA! My handsome hunk of violin playing lover boy!"

The 'handsome hunk' in question stopped short in his tracks to turn incredulous eyes at the female specimen currently loping over to him at an alarming pace. Sixth sense made him take a precautionary step back to prepare for a sprint.

"What the fu-!"

All in vain.

Before poor Kahoko knew what she was about, she found herself on the ground with a death hold on Kiriya Etou's right leg. She tightened her grip and smiling, placed her face against his knee wondering at the bliss of it all.

Now a certain amount of shock would certainly be allowed- even in one as cool and collected as the hot tempered violinist who was presently rendered speechless.

As he experimentally shook his leg trying to dislodge the unsavory red head that had attached herself to it, Azuma took the chance to stifle his mirth and make a hasty retreat into the practice room.

You're not my favorite person Etou but… Good Luck! He thought to himself.

"OYE!" said Kiriya looking daggers at Kahoko, "Let go you crazy woman!"

"No." she replied pouting and adamantly holding on as he tried to shake her free.

"You bloody retard Get OFF OF ME!"

"No! I love you!"

"Unimportant." He took a few steps dragging a trailing Kahoko on his wake with each laborious step.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I want you Etou-san." She sent him a cheesy smile and batted her long lashes.

"Well. I don't want YOU . SO get the fuck off of me or I'll do it for you!"

"Oh I love your tough guy side!"

"That's it."

With a kick worthy of an all-star he sent the oblivious red head flying and made a run for it.

That was freaky man! That chick's lost it and –ARGH! She's following me?

And indeed she was never to be daunted; Kahoko Hino had picked herself up and was charging towards Kiriya like a bullet train.

"E-tttooouuu kuuuun!"

With a little bit of imagination one could almost see the little pink hearts whizzing over her head.

Kiriya ran for all he was worth.

Round and round the school they ran and into the music department. Out of breath, Kiriya sneaked a peek behind him

No good, she's hot on my trail.

He stopped and desperately looked around him fro a room-the corridor was full of them.

"Kirya? Let's play together…" purred the red head, a short distance away.

Hell with choice, he opened the closest door and dived in, slamming it behind him

Leaning away from the glass he waited for a few seconds before straightening and looking around.

He wasn't alone.

"My, my what a surprise?"

The older boy walked up to the purple haired flautist and grabbed him by the front of his uniform. Kiriya looked positively wild as he spoke in gasps.

"Wha-what-the-hell-is-she-doing? She was hugging you so why did she-?"

Coldly disengaging himself from the rowdy grip Azuma shrugged.

"How should I know? You're the one she chased right around the school."

"Well you can have her." Came the thunderous retort.

"Me? Why no thank you." said Azuma in some surprise. He looked thoughtfully towards the door of his practice room. "The way I see it she seems to want us both."

Kiriya scoffed his amethyst eyes smoldering, "Hardly complimentary, being paired with you."

"There in we are in agreement, but what are we going to do about poor Hino?"

"We aren't going to do anything. I don't even study here!"

At that very moment a sudden clattering noise was heard from the door. Turning, both of them saw Kahoko, with her face pressed against the glass. Her nose was flattened against it, and she was peering into the room like a bleary sighted owl, with her eyes wide open in amorous delight. Her breath left a misty fug on as the glass as she breathed deeply in and out.

All in all, it was like seeing a goldfish that was hyperventilating during it's spawning copulatory ritual.

The two of them lunged to hide behind the piano that accessorized every practice room. Azuma Yunoki was probably his least favorite person but a situation as dire as this called for priorities.

"All right what do we do?"

"For starters find a way out."

"The window?"

Azuma looked on blankly as Kiriya jumped up to open the window.

"You want to climb down." Azuma asked uncertainly

"No, I was thinking of a slow waltz." Came the sarcastic reply.

"That's undigni-"

WHAM went the door again giving every sign of breaking

"ETOU kun Yunoki sama I luuurvv you! Let me in please!.

Kiriya raised an eyebrow in a 'you-sure-about-that' manner and Azuma silently stood up and pretty much leapt out the window onto to the jutting surface below before leaping onto the field.

"Now that was fast." Muttered Kiriya as he joined him.

"Do shut up."

"What do you think you're doing?" asked a cool voice from behind them.

Turning around they found Len Tsukimori's frost gaze pinned on them.

Most disliked person number two, thought Kiriya wryly.

"Climbing out a window, what did it look like?"

"Hmph. That was wholly unneces-"

WHAM!

Azuma jumped a little and both the boys exchanged edgy glances before looking back at the room.

"What was that?" asked Len his eyes widening a little.

Kiriya grinned. "You want to find out?" he asked, scooting over to Tsukimori's side.

"Huh?"

"Why not?" said Yunoki sliding up to Len's other side.

Kiriya's grin broadened. Maybe there was something in the pansy after all.

"Yes look in Tsukimori."

Without further ado, both the boys seized Len under his arms and boosted him in through the window.

"What the hell-"began Tsukimori as he found himself being forced in through the window frame. His total shock was reserved for Yunoki, the soft-mannered flutist, whom he had come to respect, even if it was only negligibly.

But his shock was withdrawn quickly enough when he hit the tiled floor of the practice room.

"Ouch." Len sat up and quickly checked himself for any damages. His fingers thankfully were in tact, which meant that his violin playing wouldn't be affected. He pushed himself to his feet. Etou and Yunoki? When had they become so chummy? It was like trying to imagine Big Bird playing on stage alongside with Ozzy Osborne.

THUD.

Startled, Len looked up at the door and saw Hino plastered against it. Confused, he cautiously walked up to it and opened the door. Hino tumbled inside, lost her balance and ended up on the floor.

"Hino?" questioned Len.

"Ah, thank you for that Tsukimori kun. Now where did those two get to?"

She scanned the room, disappointed when she saw it was empty but for themselves.

"Where did Etou kun and Yunoki sama get to?"

Len stared at her, puzzled.

"They…ah, climbed out through the window."

"What? You mean they're gone?"

Kahoko ran to the window, and stuck her head out.

"YUNOKI SAMA, ETOU KUN! COME BACK!"

She slumped against the frame, sobbing, before she suddenly brightened.

"They must be playing hard to get! That's it! So they're afraid that they can't handle me, is it? Well, I'll show them! Bye Tsukimori kun!"

She said cheerfully, before skipping out.

Len stared at her in utmost shock. What had happened to the shy violinist he had encountered so many months ago?

A couple floors below them, Azuma and Kiriya were observing the scenario that was taking place.

"Both of us, huh?" asked Kiriya, with his arms crossed.

"It would seem so."

"Well, for choosing me, I can't blame her. But you? You look like a cosplayer with a bad hairstyle."

Azuma stiffened.

"I'll have you know, I have plenty of female admirers in this school, and I can't imagine Hino with someone as unrefined as you."

"Yeah? Poor girls, all of them must be lesbians."

"Are we done now? I have more important things to do than argue with a punk who's proud to walk around with a flaming hen's nest on his head."

"At least that's better than having 'long flowing silky locks'" said Kiriya, in a French accent.

With an impatient huff, Azuma walked away from Etou to his class, and Kiriya took a longer, but safer path to complete his earlier journey of meeting his uncle, Akihiko Kira in his office.

On a nearby tree, Lili shook his head.

"Poor Hino, the things she's being put through. I can't bear to watch this!"

Lili covered his face in his hands.

"Aw, stop with the funeral speech Cuz, this is top rate entertainment."

Cupid let out a playboy-ish laugh as one the fatas rubbed her cheek against his.


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