Un musicien parmi tant d`autre

We won`t give our dear Kuro to someone with half-hearted feelings.
Okay readers, this is already the third chapters there is starting to have a few characters and stories going on so I need you to be on the lookout for me. It seems that no matter how many times I reread it I can`t seem to get all the mistakes so if you see any please tell me so I can edit. This also goes for if for exemple something doesn`t make sense or lacks a explanation or if I controdict myself anytime in the story please tell me.

I`m also corious to know who`s your favourite character because I realised while reading comments that readers seemed to like Nomi, he wasn`t supposed to appear a lot in the next chapter but since he seems to be popular I gave him a little more passages. I`m counting on you guys to tell me what you think!

Enjoy Chapter 3-

On Monday morning, I finally decided I had to solve my argument with Mr. Haines. It either I get back into that class or I change class. That’s why I’m currently standing in front of the blond glaring man.

“Give me one good reason why I should take you back into my class?” he asked crossing his arms. I scratched the back of my head in search of a suitable answer.

“Well, both Amy and Nomi really like me so you have to admit I mustn’t be that bad.” I asked, I was pretty much out of idea. This man despises me with a passion; I don’t really know how to sway him.

“Let’s make a deal.” He finally said. I frowned but listened anyways.

“I’m all ears old man.” I said. It seem to have taken all his will power not to hit me right now.

“Don’t ever show your face in my class again and I’ll give you a passing grade. I crossed my arms to think about it for a moment. It wasn’t such a bad deal. I could pass this class by not coming and I won’t have to stand being in the same room as Kowai Kao Kuro.

“It’s a deal.” I said holding out my hand and the blond man shook it in satisfaction.

“Also, I don’t want you hanging around Kuro chan.” He warned me severely.

“Not that I’d willingly hang around that creepy faced brat.” I said under my breath. The comment earned me a slap at the back of the head with a textbook.

“Ow! Is that even legal?” I asked loudly rubbing the back of my head.

“Get out of my class, I don’t have any more time to waste with that behaviour of yours.” He said pointing the back of the class. I muttered an insult as I was about to walk out the class. However, something caught my attention. A catchy tune that I instantly recognized as being played with the violin. It was a joyful upbeat and quick tune. At first I assumed Haines must have been lessoning to some music but then I realised the sound was to clear to be from a speaker.

Could a student here have that kind of talent? That piece was way too perfect to be from a student. I was so intrigued I decided to go check it out. Haines was standing in the doorway of the practice room, he seemed quite stunt as well. I was quite surprised when I finally peeked in.

“That guy.” I murmured to myself. He seemed to play these note effortlessly and even though was he played was so moving his face stayed as blank as ever. I had goose bumps all over my skin has I heard him play. His he for real? He stopped abruptly as he realised he was being watched.

“Good morning.” He said cocking his head to the side.

“Kuro chan, that was beautiful.” Mr Haines said voicing out my thoughts. Nonetheless, I wondered why he was so amazed; he is his teacher after all.
“It’s the same piece I’ve played so many times.” He simply answered.

“You played it differently today; you were able to put emotion into your work!” The blond said smiling proudly at his nephew.

“I guess,” he thought seemed to think about it for a moment and threw a glance my way. “I was feeling inspired today.” He finished. I glared as he looked at me but I couldn’t help but feel that the comment was directed toward me. I just shrugged and left. Even though I tried not to think about it I couldn’t chase the melody out of my head. I have to admit the brat does have talent. I even look forward to play a piece with him! Don’t get me wrong I still hate him! I only think his talent is worth respect.

When the first class ended, I headed toward the history class and I noticed the brat was following me. Like usual I glared at him and he ignored me. It almost made me think I must have imagined it as he glanced at me earlier. I accelerated my pace to get in front of him; he simply followed silently. I walked even faster to lose him into the hallway but I still heard his footsteps behind me. I’m starting to get ticked off. Just before I arrived in front of my history class I stopped abruptly and turned around. I startled him and he didn’t got a chance to stop so he walked right into me.

“What the hell!” I exclaimed.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“Why are you following me? Get lost already!” I shouted.

“I’m not following you, I’m just going to class.” He explained.

“Then use another hallway!” I snapped. That was a childish argument but for some reason I lose all my control when I’m around him. I never seem to know what to say so I get enraged.

“This is the shortest way to history class.” He stated.

“Don’t tell me we’re in the same history class too?” I asked menacingly.
“It sure appears like that to me.” He said nonchalantly.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” I asked loudly enough for people to turn our way.

“Of course I am.” He said.

“What?” I asked dumbfound, it’s the last answer I expected for him.

“I’m only kidding Inoue kun, I didn’t even know you when I made my schedule so I didn’t intentionally planned to be in the same class as you are.” He said before he just passed by me to enter the class. I blinked for a few seconds then couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Kurorimi’s attempt at humour was so pathetic it was funny. I never saw anyone make a joke with such a blank face. I laugh so hard I clench my sides in pain.

“I, personally, didn’t think it was so funny.” He commented.

“Shut up Kowai Kao Kuro!” I managed to say. “Your face is just so creepy. Who the hell can make a joke by keeping such a straight face.” I explained.

“I’m glad I can humour you.” He said before he entered the class. I made him a **** you sign, I really hate this guy! He’s such an arrogant brat.

“Morning Yuukun!” Santa said from behind me, I turned to see his smiling face.
“Good morning Santa.” I said managing to catch my breath.

“You sure seem in a good mood.” He noticed.

“This guy is just too creepy, his face practically never changes. I never thought this was humanly possible.” I explained. My pink haired friend’s mood seemed to brighten even more.

“Kuro chan is here today?” he questioned.

“Yeah, that’s how he’s called.” I said. “You know him?” I asked. However, I didn’t get to have an answer because my hyper active friend had just rushed into the classroom. Out of curiosity, I followed him only to find him hugging the redhead to death.

“I was so worried and I missed you so much!” he haft sobbing haft laughing.

“I’m fine Santa kun, I was only absent for two days.” Kurorimi said, the tallest pressed their cheek together weirdly disfiguring the boy.

“Hiba kun was looking for you, he was worried too.” Santa added.

“I’ll go see him after school.” The redhead promised.

“Settle down class.” The teacher said as he walked into the room. Santa sat in between the creepy faced kid and me. During class, I keep sending glares at the boy over my friend’s shoulder. This boy seems to get a lot of reaction out of people, I can’t see why. He’s such an arrogant kid and he’s really not pleasant guy to hang around. I can’t see why a nice and energetic guy like Santa would be interested in him.

At noon, I sat with Shindou and Nomi as I usually do but of course, today Kowai Kao Kuro was joining us. Last week I didn’t see him at all and now he’s everywhere I look. Not that I look at him, glaring at him is much more precise. It’s the second time I eat with him and I just realised how much he eats. Judging from his size, I would have thought he starved himself to death but he eats more then I can! Can this brat get any weirder?

I look up at the redhead when I hear him yelp in surprise. I realised I had to look way up as he seemed to have just been swung over the shoulder of a much taller student. The guy in question must have been at least a few inches taller than me. He had dark spiky hair and a long masculine face. Moreover, he was wearing the same uniform as Santa. His dark auburn eyes were coldly staring down at me.

“Hibari senpai?” Kurorimi questioned.

“Shut up Namikaze kun.” The tall guy ordered.

“Target secured!” exclaimed the voice that I instantly recognised as Santa’s.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked.

“I don’t think Hibari senpai likes you very much.” Shindou said as the senior was carrying the redhead away.

“Sorry Yuukun but we have to steal Kuro chan from you.” My pink haired friend said smiling in apology before he fallowed behind the senior.

“What the hell?” I asked standing up. “I don’t even know that guy! Why would he hate me?” I asked pointing rudely at the back of his head.

“Well you have been glaring at Kuro kun for quite a while.” The dark haired Okama proposed.

“Why is that any of his business?” I asked angrily.

“Let’s just say that Abe senpai is a little protective of Kuronii.” Explained Nomi; pointing toward the trio who had settled at another table.

“Don’t you know how to eat Namikaze?” he asked in a severe yet caring way as he gently wiped something off the redhead’s face.

“Sorry senpai.” Kurorimi said closing his blue eye as his senior’s large thumb rubbed his cheek. Even if I tried to keep my temper under control, I couldn’t help being angered by the scene.

“Hey you what the hell is your problem?” I hollered at the dark haired senior. He shot a glare my way.

“What’s wrong Inoue, are you jealous?” Abe Hibari asked.

“What do you mean jealous? I have nothing to be jealous about!” I shouted baring my teeth at him.

“Well you are the one that confessed to Namikaze kun.” He said chuckling cockily.

“Even he knows that!” I exclaimed glancing at Shindou.

“Pretty much everyone knows about. However Hiba kun and I are not about to let you have our Kuro chan.” Santa said coming up behind the redhead to hug him.

“We’re not about to leave him in the hands of a jerk with half-hearted feelings.” Abe finished.

“For the last time, I don’t want him! That confession was an accident; I don’t want anything to do with that creepy brat.” I said pointing at the redhead. I was probably the only one to notice but the boy quickly looked away from me as I said these words.

“Aw come on you can’t mean that.” The pink haired boy said playfully. However, the senior was taking me seriously and for a moment, I thought he would jump at me.

“Come on Santa.” The taller prince said swinging the redhead over his shoulder once again and grabbing Santa’s hand. He dragged the both of them away. Finally, someone that understood that I didn’t like the creepy faced boy!

“That was kind of harsh even for you, Inoue.” Shindou commented.

“You guys just won’t understand. I never wanted anything to do with him in the first place.

Even though we had that awkward meeting in the cafeteria, Santa still invited me to his place on Sunday. All week we had this odd relationship. The tension between Kowai Kao Kuro and me had been unbearable, he hasn’t spoken a word to me ever since. I guess I should be glad, that’s what I wanted in the first place.

Great, simply great. As I head to my afternoon class I just need to trust my wonderful luck to throw me in the same class as that weird redhead kid. As I came into gym class the emotionless boy was already in his gym suit stretching. Is he going to be in each and every single one of my class? Is someone playing an evil trick on me? Just as I was contemplating how unlucky I am a guy from our class approached Kuro, our steroid boosted teacher’s son, Nagayama Toshi. I don’t like that guy, he’s been a dick to me ever since I arrived.

“We’re playing you’re favourite sport Namikaze, Volleyball. Do you think you can even pass the ball over the net with you’re height?” Nagayama asked with a teasing smirk. I glared at the guy’s back offensively. It shouldn’t have bothered me that Nagayama was teasing the redhead but somehow I couldn’t help but tighten my fist.

“I’m sure my dad can let you sit on the side and watch if you ask nicely.” Nagayama said pressing the volley ball on the forehead and gave him a push that made him stumble a few feet backward. I clenched my teeth, it’s because I hate Nagayama so much, that’s why it bothers me. Kowai Kao Kuro didn’t react much, he only shrugged it off and walked away, not even glaring at the guy. I think that might have angered me even more. How dare that brat call himself a man after letting himself bullied like that dick!

So I don’t get kicked out of the class I go get changed instead of getting involved. When I can back I noticed there was another class in the gym. The school as three gym for the different classes but this one is a double gym so sometimes to class share. It’s a class of juniors, I realise as I see Nomi cling to his older brother.

“Ah Yuurinii.” His face brightened up when he saw me. He drags he brother along with himself to come see me.

“Are you guys playing volley ball too?” I asked.

“Yup.” He said nodding brightly, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling down at the boy. Nomi is always so happy, it’s heart warming. I’m not used to seeing people with a joy of living like he those, it’s very refreshing. “Our teacher thought it would be fun for our two classes to play a friendly match against each other. It’s a little scary though, Nagayama senpai is the best player in the volleyball team.” He said with a worried expression.

“Don’t worry Nomi chan. Nagayama too was a junior before he became that good; and if he’s being too much of a jerk I’ll kick his ass, okay.” I asked ruffling his blond locks. A little blush appeared on his face and his smile came back. “I’ll watch your back.” I said with a smile, he nodded.

“Thanks.” He said shyly. The teacher called us to the respective side of the net. The spread the good players in our team, the members of the volley ball team were a bit everywhere across the field. Just to be sure, since no one had a clue if I could play or not they placed me right beside Nagayama, who was our self proclaimed leader. The down side was that I was stuck with hearing his big mouth, the upside was, he was within arms reach of a good whack.

Nagayama might be the king of assholes but he was truly a good player. The junior team was at a visible disadvantage. Most of them couldn’t even reach the top of the net even if they jumped. There were only two player who stood a glimmer of a chance since they were part of the junior team. The seniors were very content with the current arrangement, Nagayama and his gang were throwing insults at the kids. I wasn’t very happy with our game, they were just beating the kids to a pulp and not really showing them anything. This did nothing but shoot their morale down.

He was also throwing insults at Kuro, he seems to have a grudge against the boy for some reason. The redhead wasn’t such a bad player, his serves were awful but he was quick and caught every ball that went his way.

“Hey, captain Jackass, I’m switching team.” I said raising my hand as I got fed up with his cocky attitude.

“What did you just say Inoue?” He asked with a growl.

“Captain JACKASS, I’m switching team.” I repeated with a smirk. For a moment I thought every single player in the team would jump on me. Nagayama stopped them since a brawl right now would bring more trouble than good, especially since Nagayama’s dad is a teacher. I didn’t really mind taking all those guys on, any ways satisfied me.

“Fine, if you want to be part of the losing team that’s fine with me.” He said grumpily. On the other side of the court I found a spot next to Nomi.

“Yuurinii, why are you changing side?” He asked looking up at me.

“Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t stand Nagayama being an ass to you?” I asked with a grin. A bright smile appeared on his face.

“Are you any good?” Another junior asked. A member of the volleyball team. I’ve been watching the from my side of the corut and I could see the kid wasn’t even trying, he saw Nagayama as to big an obstacle and he was playing as though the match was already lost.

“I may not be at Nagayama’s level but at least I didn’t give up on this match the moment I stepped on this field. With the way you’ve been acting there’s no way you’ll ever surpass Nagayama.” I said glaring at the boy. The kid was a little dumbfound by my comment but he seemed to understand what I meant and he nodded. I smirked again and the boy smiled. He might try a little harder from now on.

Now that our new positions were settled we could settle down and start playing again. It was Nomi’s turn to serve and the poor boy looked troubled, he hadn’t been able to pass the ball over the net once in the game. As he got in position I went up behind him and grabbed both of his wrist. He yelped in surprise.

“If you have trouble passing it over your head do it from under.” I said bringing his hand with the ball at his waist level and his other hand behind his back so he could swing it from under. Since he’s been trying to hit it over his head he can’t pass it over the net and always ends up hitting the floor in front of him.

“Are you ready?” I asked, he blushed but nodded. I smiled. “You’ll get it this time.” I said. To show him it did it with him, I helped him hit the ball and pass it over the net.

“I did it, it passed!” I said jumping happily. He clenched my hard.

“Yeah, but it comes back!” I said hurried, using my free arm to hit the ball that was flying our way. Since I was on this team now, I could give some tips to the juniors and they started having fun. I might not be an excellent player but someone needs to show the kids how to play before wanting to beat them at this game. Nagayama was getting angry since our team was starting to score a few points. We didn’t win but the game was a little more fair and the juniors were satisfied. Afterward I took my team to the showers, they were all chatting happily while they washed.

“Thanks Yuurinii.” Nomi said coming up to me.

“I told you I got your back kid.” I said giving him a thumbs up. Than the senior team came up to wash as well.

“Did you see that Kuronii, I was able to pass the ball over the net today!” Nomi said the moment he saw his elder brother come in. Kuro cocked his head to the side slightly and patted the blond on the head gently. Nomi hugged his brother happily. Kurorimi might not have said anything but the blond seemed to have understood that his brother was proud of him with that small gesture. I shook my head, there creepy face brat didn’t even warm up to his own brother. Furthermore, Nomi is so nice and lovable, I can’t understand why the redhead manages not to smile at that. Without pondering about the matter too much I removed my shirt to go in the shower.

“Wow, that’s one really nice tattoo!” Nomi exclaimed.

“Oh that.” I said. The boy came up to me to get a better view of the tattoo on my back. It does almost half of my back. It’s two cranes, one laying in the grass while the other is standing nuzzling their beck lovingly. The scene is surrounded by large with lilies. It’s done in a traditional Japanese style.
“What does the kanji say?” He asked.

“Top right is my last name Inoue, and at the bottom it’s Hitsugi. That’s my friends signature, he’s the one who did the tattoo for me. It was a birthday gift.” I said.

“Wow, you got a tattoo artist friend! Did you have it for a long time?” He asked.

“Yeah I got it about four years ago.” I said.

“Didn’t your parents mind?” He asked, he was in awe at the drawing on my back.

“Nah, they didn’t mind.” I said trying to hide some uneasiness in my tone. It’s not the first time I get that kind of reaction, Hitsugi was a very talented artist. However, I haven’t had any contact with him ever since I left Japan. He was a very close friend.

And yes, my luck can get worst. Kurorimi is in my math class as well and to top the cake he works at the café. I grumpily served the girls as I eyed him from the corner of my eye. I couldn’t belief how someone with a lack of personality could work in this kind of café, where you’re a waiter but also partly an host.

“You didn’t know Kuro kun worked here?” Yukari asked as she sipped her hot chocolate.

“I had no clue.” I growled.

“Kuro kun is a nice host, he’s really good at listening, somehow it feels better just talking to him.” Junko said.

“What is he now a therapist?” I asked sarcastically.

“You’re laughing but he’d probably do a good job at it. If I could I’d probably confess to him too but he doesn’t accept anyone.” Junko argued.

“He’s really nice though, he always does it gently when he refuses someone.” Yukari observed. “Did he reject you too Yuukun?” She asked.

“Look, let’s not start on this subject again.” I growled. What’s so great about this creepy faced boy anyways.

“Yuuri, your hair are long maybe you should tie them while you work, I don’t want hair in my food.” Ren said as he walked by. I frowned at him. He’s been a little harsh ever since I insulted Kuro at noon. He seems protective of the redhead too.

“Come here, I got a hair tie.” Junko said with a smile.

“Fine.” I growled again. I was in a bad mood because of everyone fussing around the brat. I sat in front of Junko grumpily. She began to comb her fingers through my hair.

“Don’t feel so bad about it Yuukun, you’re our favourite.” Yukari said brightly. I sighed. I guess that’s not so bad. These two might these me all the time but they are really fun girls.

“Your hair are really soft, what kind of dye do you use?” Junko asked.

“It’s home dye, I don’t have any money to spend on pharmacy dye. It’s a trick I learned from a friend in Japan.” I explained.

“Can you do only blue?” She asked.

“Nah, I can do a couple of colour.” I said. She tied my hair in a little pony tail at the back of my head and left my bangs untouched.

“Could you do mine, I can’t get my hair to feel natural.” She said with a pout.
“Brown like that?” I asked. She nodded. “Yeah, I could probably get something close enough to that.” I said.

“Come over to my place sometime and dye my hair!” She said cheerfully, I was taken a little aback by the request but I have trouble refusing, especially when it’s asked that nicely.

“Sure.” I said. Now that my hair were tied I picked up my tray and headed to another table to get orders. Abe and Santa were sitting at a table at the far corner but Abe had specially request for Kurorimi to serve them.

Since I’ve insulted the redhead, Abe Hibari has been hanging around way too much for my liking. He’s like the brat’s personal watch dog. He glares at me and makes sure I don’t approach the redhead too much. What is he, the boy’s lover? I doubt that. Even though he insist on being overly protective toward the brat he also seems to show some special attention to Santa.

These two seem really close. Abe is a cold person by nature but I don’t get that impression when he’s around the pink haired boy. Whenever he sees the boy his eyes instantly soften and he suddenly grows warmer. Therefore, if they do have that kind of relationship, what does Kowai Kao Kuro as to do with it? I doubt they have some kind of strange threesome.

Santa’s place is very different from Kuro. For one, it’s much smaller! I also found it much colder. There’s barely any decorations and it seems a little less clean. However, I shouldn’t complain since it still beats my place. It has two bedrooms and a large bathroom.

The only decoration I could find were the few pictures, one of them seems like a family picture in the living room. The family includes Santa, who’s much younger and still hasn’t died his hair; along with him there is a man and a woman, I assume they must be his parents and three girls, two older and a younger one. They all seem pretty content. On another picture there’s Santa along with Abe senpai and Kurorimi from last years. The redheads face is as emotionless as ever.

“Are those people your family?” I asked pointing at the large family picture. Santa poked is head out of the kitchen at looked at what I was pointing.

“Yup!” he said smiling brightly. “However, I only live with my father here.” He added. That makes sense, this place is way too small for six person.

“Did your parents get divorced?” I inquired.

“Sadly, no.” The pink haired boy said looking down, the smile remained on his face but he seemed to be forcing himself to keep it there. “They passed away.” He said, I looked up at him in shocked, I never expected that kind of answer from the cheerful boy. I wanted to hit myself for asking.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” I said scratching the back of my head uncomfortably.

“That’s not your fault Yuukun, you couldn’t have known.” He said, his usual smile returned the moment he said that, I forced a smile to try to hide my discomfort. “Come on, I made some tea we have to start working on that project!” He exclaimed from the kitchen. These girls were so young what could have happened to them?

“Are you really alright?” I asked leaning on the doorframe.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine now, it’s already been four years. Beside, Kuro chan was there at that time.” He said, his eyes softened the moment he mentioned the brat’s name. It perked my interest.

“That brat?” I questioned, everything always seem to come back to the creepy faced boy.

“I can’t accept what you said about him the other day.” He said very seriously.

“I’m just so damn tired of people assuming I like this kid.” I growled crossing my arms.

“You don’t know that much about him, do you?” He asked looking up at me.

“How do you want me to know anything about him? That arrogant brat never talks, he never laughs or smiles for that matter. Whatever I tell him, I can’t anger him, he doesn’t seem to give a damn about anything! Not that I want to know anything about this creepy boy anyways!” I said plopping down by Santa’s bed.

“No wonder you don’t like him, if you’d get to know him a little more you’d definitely like him.” Santa said smiling gently setting the tea on the coffee table.

“I’ll pass.” I groaned, I really don’t see what all these people find in that boy.

“I’m pretty sure Kuro chan is an angel.” He said pointing up innocently.

“That coming from a guy who’s obsessed with fantasy doesn’t sound too credible.” I said frowning.

“I guess I could tell you how we ended up being friends if you don’t believe me.” He said picking up a cookie and placing it on his lips.

“Amuse me.” I said sarcastically when in fact I am a little interested. How could such an emotionless as Kurorimi make Mr. Sunshine feel like he’s seeing angels. Santa smiled warmly as he recalled the events.

Tooru Santa, fourteen years old, fall of his ninth grade-

We started school about three weeks ago, I’m finally starting to get used to changing rooms in-between classes. It’s not so bad, I don’t dislike high school. I’ve always been a cheerful optimist so people enjoy hanging around me. I have a lot of friends here, I don’t even know all of their names but I enjoy talking and laughing with all these people.

Then why do I have so much keeping my smile up most of the time. Could I ask for more, I`m alive, I’m healthy and I have lots of friends. I don’t have a reason to be sad, do I? I ruffle my chin length pink dyed hair to try to snap out of the blues.

“Get a hold of yourself Santa, you’re going in art, your favourite class!” I said to myself to help myself get pump for class. I’m finally able to force the smile back to my face. “There, that’s better.” I said before I open the safe to my locker. A shower of tumbling paint tubes instantly greets me.

I bend down to pick up my art supplies. I have to find a better way to put them in my locker, it’s not the first time something like this happens. I might have too much but I can’t help it art is my favourite class. I hope to become a professional painter someday. After I’ve managed to pick up every tube I can finally head to class but I’m already late. A bag would be better to carry all this stuff and I used to have one but it ripped because I had too much supply, now I’m stuck walking with all of them in my arms.

It gets very inconvenient since with all the bottles piled up I can’t see where I’m walking. Moreover, I can’t see that I’m walking toward a very tall and rushed student. The impact was inevitable, I wasn’t expecting it until it actually happened. I’m thrown forcefully on my ass and my paint tubes went sliding across the hallway.

“I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed rushing back to my feet, he was still standing after the impact and to look up at him I had to look WAY up. When my eyes met, his cold almond shaped dark auburn ones I was completely dazzled. Unlike all the other students he was dressed in a pure white uniform fit for a prince. He was at least a foot taller than me if not more, even though I could tell he was a second year student because of the number on his collar from my point of view he looked much older and mature. He had a long triangle shaped face with long graceful features. The tone of his skin was slightly darken and from his wide shoulders I could tell it was from practicing sports. Furthermore, his neat ear length hair was midnight black, contrasting perfectly with his uniform.

“A prince.” I managed to mutter. “I’m sorry, my name is Tooru Santa.” I said quickly.

“What is a kid like you doing here, the colour of your hair is unacceptable according to this school code.” He said. However I was too mesmerized to answer, his deep rich voice made the word flow like music to my ears. He glared at my lack of response.

“Watch where you’re going next time kid.” He said coldly before turning on his heels and living my in the middle of the hallway like an idiot. This guy was extremely rude, he didn’t even apologized but I had been too dazzled by his beauty to even respond to the insult. Still in some kind of trance, I bend down to pick up my scattered bottles.

“Who was that guy?” I asked myself.

“Abe Hibari senpai.” Came an answer that I hadn’t expect.

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Yes, this seems to end very appruptly but I realised that this chapter was getting very long but since it was supposed to be a single chapter I`ll probably send chapter four in the middle a week instead of Saturday like I was planning.

And I`m very sorry I didn`t post this on Saturday like I had planned, but I was gone camping and I didn`t have internet. Next time will be on Saturday, promist.

I got to say I love my cheerful little Santa, appart from Yuuri and Kuro he might be my next favourite character. As for Hibari well he`s adorable, acting all cold to everyone but when it comes to Kuro or Santa he melts. He would do absolutely anything Santa would ask. Anything.

I got some more pictures like promist for this week.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Na...mi-2-122062495
More of Kuro`s emotionless self.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Lilacs-122336719
A painting of Kuro done in acrilycs, I did that a little more than a year ago.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/In...ri-2-122073241
Yuuri being in his typical bad mood once more.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Lilies-122336208
The same concept as for Kuro`s acrilyc painting only this time it`s Yuuri. He looks way to feminine on that one. I think I did the two paintings on the same day.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/L-O-V-E-122417645
Kuro and Yuuri wearing a matching pink and black outfit, believe me this could only happen on paper because Yuuri would never concent to this.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Utakata-122335327
Yuuri and Kuro, I love putting a song on a drawing so here goes, all done in ball point.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Butterfly-122075040
And once again, Yuuri and Kuro as lovers, dressed in traditional japanese cloths.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Tooru-Santa-122073807
Here goes, my little darling Santa.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/To...nta2-122439856
This is an older drawing but it`s Santa as well.

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Shindou-Ren-122074419
The cafe owner and the one that really looks like a woman, Shindou Ren

http://clolymy.deviantart.com/art/Vi...urai-122159332
And finally the little baker Sakurai.

For next post I should have a picture of Hibari, you guys will love him and I should also have a picture of Yuuri`s back tattoo.

Furthermore I think I should make a little glossary for next post to clear up some things, I realised I used a lot of foreign terms and I would also like to show a little of Quebecois culture through the story since the characters live in Montreal. I`ll explain some traditions or expressions if it comes to it.

Don`t be afraid to ask questions if something isn`t clear, I`ll be glad to answer and after next chapter I`ll explaine the title `Un musicien parmi tant d`autre.`

Until than take care,
with love-Mimi