Disclaimer:: Do you think I own La Corda D'Oro? CERTAINLY NOT! Although I wish I did, LAWLz.

Here's another story—which I didn't plan on publishing (it's been sitting in my computer for ages), but a CERTAIN SOMEONE just had to ask me to do so! Grr… XD

On with the story~!

Red locks which glowed under the afternoon sun's bright rays flowed with the warm breeze. A pair of menacing bullion-coloured orbs stared devilishly at another set of eyes – challenging. Smooth, creamy skin glistened under the light as though glitters were sprinkled on them.

The scene might be enchanting – intimate – and sweet with the way the opposite sex stood closely to one another, an arm blocking the other's only escape and faces inches apart. But, whoever thought that was wrong.

It wasn't anything that one would want, at all. The position, the gorgeous pair together, the situation . . . .

. . . . It was the opposite.

"What—What's going on?!" The one pinned on the wall asked in great shock, it was the only thing that crossed their mind. The same person's eyes showed every emotion felt – everything was revealed and none was hidden. The person gulped as they stared long and hard at each other's faces.

"What do you think?" another answered a question with a question sarcastically. "I only want to play with my toy. I'm bored, you see."

"T—Toy?" The person gasped when they felt a hand rest on their shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

The other just smirked:

"Yes. I'm going to play with you until I'm contented."

"I—Impossible! There's no way I'm going to let you do that, Hino-san!"

"Oh? We'll see about that, Yunoki-senpai." The lavender-haired senior, whose back was stuck to the wall, could only stare at the redhead junior before him, and wait . . . . for the game to begin.

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"Oi! Hihara! Wait up!" A student from the Music Department called out to the striding lime-haired senior.

Kazuki stopped on his tracks and glanced at the student struggling to catch up with him. His lips were set in a straight line as he narrowed his eyes, glaring at the poor, innocent boy.

When the lad finally caught up, he jumped back in surprise to see the only expression Kazuki never displayed or felt: irritation.

"What is it? Could you hurry up; you're wasting my valuable practising time," the lime-haired senior snapped impatiently, glaring all the more.

The music student only stood silently, mouth agape, as he tried to register his friend's sudden mood – or personality, if you prefer – change.

Kazuki tapped his foot on the ground, indicating his growing annoyance. He crossed his arms on his chest, gripping the trumpet case securely in one hand. He frowned, "If you're not going to say anything, I'll be on my way, then." – and walked away in a fast, steady yet patient pace.

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"Hey, Tsuchiura! Are you coming?" Junnosuke Sasaki asked, approaching his athletic and very talented friend. He placed a hand on Ryotaro's shoulder, earning a cry of surprise.

Ryotaro looked at him with alarm, wide eyes, trembling slightly at the touch and a tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks. Junnosuke raised an eyebrow questioningly at this:

"Yo, are you all right?"

"I—I'm so sorry but—but I have t—to go somewhere else," Ryotaro stuttered, bowing apologetically before sprinting away; his hand clutching the front of his blazer in the process. "Forgive me!"

Junnosuke could only stare blankly at the green-haired pianist's slowly disappearing figure, "What the Hell is going on?"

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A cerulean-haired lad was lying down on the cold, uncomfortable ground, fast asleep. He was snoring away, his face painted that of rare serenity which could dazzle anyone on sight. Music sheets were scattered around the place, and his golden violin rested beside him.

Len was unaware of a certain teal-haired girl watching him in disbelief. She let her-self in the practise room and knelt down before the lad.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Shoko murmured to her-self, scratching her head – which ended up messing her hair – before she grasped Len's shoulders and shook him. "Are you OK, Tsukimori-senpai? Hey!"

She had the feeling this was going to take a while.

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"Ah, Shimizu-kun~!" Nami Amou called out as she ran toward the blonde-haired cellist.

Keiichi turned around, his cello case located at one side of his body. He smiled at her in greeting, "Oh, hello, Amou-senpai." His smile was uncharacteristically bright that Nami's breath was taken away. "Is there anything you need from me?"

It took her a while to answer – not to mention, recover – "Ah, yes. I actually want to interview you for this week's school paper. Will you do me the honours of accepting my simple request?" Her hand was itching to capture such a handsome smile from the boy in film with her trusty camera. Nami bit her lower lip as she attempted such action.

Keiichi's mouth opened slightly, his eyes widening in fear, "I—Uh—can't sponsor you. Sorry, Amou-senpai!" – and ran as fast as he could with the heavy cello at hand. He certainly didn't like the idea of sitting her interview. Who knows what kind of questions she'll be throwing – well, with the exemption of the journalist, her-self, that is.

Nami was about to chase him when she stopped and raised an eyebrow suspiciously at the young cellist's actions, "How come he's acting like Hino-chan? With the way he fled . . . . What's going on around here!?"

Can you guess which character has which's personality? ^ ^