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Post by x A m r i t a . . . on May 26, 2008 19:02:17 GMT 7
One sip of water, one trip to the toilet. That was all for the rest of the night. He'd have to bear thirst for as long as he stays up. Unless he wants to get caught and be put on detention... again. He stepped out of his room with his guitar. A new one this time. It was unique, and new. That's the best thing about it. It's newly released and newly bought. Apparently, it was a belated present for last year's birthday. A new Yamaha SLG100S silent guitar.
The best thing about this guitar is that it's silent. No one hears it. That just reduces the chances of getting caught, although his student's guitar was a normal acoustic guitar-- no special effects, no pick up tunings, just acoustic.
He had prayed hard that she had practiced during the day. It'd be so much better and his plan of making her become a good guitarist in one month may be possible. Again, he might he dreaming. She might not have been practicing. Whatever the case, as her guitar teacher, he must proceed to heading towards the auditorium.
He carried his new SLG100S in its soft case, along with some headphones. Its parts were detached and packed neatly. He had his usual casual attire: black pants, white short sleeved blouse, which showed his tattoos, and black converse to cover his feet.
Again, he slinged his guitar over his shoulders, carrying it by the straps, and walked to his balcony, closing the glass doors behind him. He climbed his way down and walked towards the auditorium with he guide of the moonlight.
As usual, his favourite place looked untouched. Of course, the only one who constantly uses it was only him. He switched the lights on straight after he'd swung the door open. Quickly proceeding to close the curtains.
Setting up his SLG100S, he plugged on the headphones and made use of it. Its earpieces covered his ears and the band fixed it to his head. As usual, he'd play around with the pick ups, strumming the tuned strings as he fiddled with the pick ups.
Eleven fiftee-three.
Soon, she'll come. And by then, he'd be finished and ready to teach her.
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Ri
Zero Star
~The Midnight Snow-Strand Doll~[M:0]
...she bites.
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Post by Ri on May 29, 2008 19:44:08 GMT 7
Beebeebeebeeeeep!
She twisted from her supine lying position.
Beebeebeebeeeeep!
Beebeebeebeeeeep!
Beebeebeebeeeeep!
Ri's weak hand raised from the bed and then groped for the alarm clock she had on her bedside desk.
Beebeebeebeeeeep!
"...ssmfffoopp..." She said 'stop' with her pale lips against the pillow when her bandaged fingers finally pressed the alarm off.
It was ten minutes from twelve.
How odd was it for the girl to actually meet someone else's demand that was far off from her routine? She never, in her life, forced herself to wake up in the middle of the night. However, when she thought about it as she groggily stepped into her fluffy slippers, she was indebted to Kurosagi. Because of his voice that constantly rang in her head, she could finally sleep at night. Her nostalgia was eased. Also, he taught her basics of the guitar for free and moreover, she took his time.
Risha wore better wardrobe that time: a light, floral dress that was sleeveless and it reached above her knees. With a final look at the mirror, she pulled the bandages off her right hand fingers and threw them.
It was ludicrous that she was unconsiously trying to impress her master by showing that she could endure the pain without much trouble. What was happening to her?
Ri made a few strums with the guitar before stuffing it into the soft case as painstakingly as possible. She glanced at her clock, five more minutes to go.
Slipping the handy-dandy X-Key into her single pocket at the front of her dress, she ran off with the cort strapped safely behind her.
She was indeed happy, skipping the steps of the stairs by two. She almost fell but she managed to hold onto the rails. Silently, she escaped towards the auditorium where she expected Tatsuya. However, as she neared the place, she slowed down. Paranoia hit her once more. What if he was doing it because he pitied the girl who disturbed her?
"..." Risha bit her lip but entered anyway. With the freshest smile she could manage, she nodded to Kurosagi, keeping her hands behind her. She was tired practicing all morning. Disappointing the guy wasn't part of the plan tonight.
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Post by x A m r i t a . . . on May 29, 2008 21:55:36 GMT 7
As soon as the door creaked and swung opened, his sound checks were done, and he was about to place his new SLG100S down, facing the same way as he was facing, only difference was that it was standing, leaning on the table's edge and it's not breathing. Of course, the plan of actually placing his new guitar down was terminated and the guitar was still at his hands.
The raven-haired boy turned his head around to see who it was at the door-- even though he already knew the answer. It was her: the girl whose name was still unknown to him. Again, he didn't want to search from the database, print it off and study it. It's too stalker-like, and he just doesn't like the image of it.
As said before-- and he even self-proclaimed it-- he was vain. And image was everything to someone vain. Then again, he could be very modest. Modest at the things he's good at. Maybe not just 'good'. Something like 'god-like'. Like the skill he had with whatever he's holding right now.
He manouevered his head back, looking-- eyeing at the clock. He turned turned around once more.
"Wow," he'd said, "You're two minuets early."
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